The thought drove him over the edge. He grabbed his cock and jerked himself off, shooting his cum over her breasts and collarbone. A few drops made it to her neck and chin. She looked fucking beautiful with his white semen glistening off her dark skin. He pulled the ball gag down and aimed his shaft at her mouth. She took him in and cleaned him off.
“Good pet,” he praised, then replaced the ball gig.
After zipping his pants, he retrieved a Hitachi. Turning it on, he held it to her clit. Within minutes, she was moaning anew. Cradling the wand in the V of his middle and forefinger, he inserted his middle and ring finger into her sodden slit.
“Uhhhh...” she moaned into the gag.
Holding the vibrator to her while he fucked her with his fingers, he had her close to coming for the third time tonight. He glanced at her face. She stared at him with wide, intense eyes.
May I come? they asked.
“You may,” he assented.
She threw her head back and fell into spasms. He held the Hitachi in place till she tried to scramble away from it. He turned it off and watched her as she panted. She mumbled something, but he couldn’t tell what she intended to say, if anything. He allowed her a respite as he caressed her body with his free hand, grabbing a breast, slapping it to keep her alert.
“You’re not fading on me, are you?” he asked. “We’re not even halfway through.”
He rubbed the wand over her vulva, then sank two fingers back into her pussy. This time, he felt for the floor of her vagina, strumming and bouncing his fingers off her cervix. She grunted when he grabbed her pubic bone, then groaned. He vibrated his hand, twisted his fingers, alternating between her G-spot and the cervix. She babbled something into her gag.
Withdrawing his fingers, he flipped her onto her stomach and pulled her onto her elbows and knees, doggy style. He switched the Hitachi back on, cradled it in his hand once more, and sank his thumb into her. He sawed the shorter but thicker digit in and out.
“Mmm uh kuh, er?”
“What’s the magic word?” he asked.
“Pwheee.”
“Good pet. You may come.”
With his thumb, he pressed her G-spot down into the vibrator. Within a minute, she was undone, screaming, shaking, and squirting. He caressed her rump till her body had calmed and all the shivers had dissipated. As he beheld her perfectly rounded ass, he wondered that he could save the best for last.
He unzipped his pants and pulled out his erection. He stroked it to full hardness, then took out a condom from his pocket. After putting it on, he adjusted her panties to make sure he had uninterrupted entry into her pussy. He sank into her. And she felt just as marvelous as the last time. He could easily feel her heat through the condom. He would never tire of being inside her.
Slowly, he moved his hips, testing how deep he could bury his cock. Bracing himself on one arm, he reached around to play with her clit till she was fully aroused again. Then he straightened, grabbed her hips, and began a steady thrusting, occasionally throwing in a hard pounding to keep her guessing. He loved the sound of his pelvis smacking into her arse. He settled on the angle that elicited the best reaction from her.
As she became worked up, he slowed. She started pushing her arse at him, impaling herself on his cock. He allowed her to fuck him till he sensed her tiring. Holding her in place, he took over. Her grunts grew in excitement, pleading and demanding to fall apart in ecstasy. He drove her there before seeking his own end, drilling and shoving his hips into her till euphoria flooded his body like sunshine invading a dark space.
They collapsed onto the bed, both breathing hard, both perspiring. He untied the rope from the bed and pulled her into him. His cum had started to dry on her, and saliva had slid past the ball gag. He undid the gag...because she actually might need her safety word for what came next.
AFTER HAVING HER DRINK some water, Ben removed her bra and soaking panties. He left her damp nylons on and strung her up to the beam again. Next, he retrieved a remote-controlled vibrating egg, an item she was familiar with. He slipped it into her, turned it on to low, and watched her close her eyes, her body soaking up the vibration as much as possible. The low setting would keep her arousal at a nice simmer. He wrapped a silk blindfold over her eyes before fetching his single-tailed whip. He had only used floggers with wider falls with her before.
“What’s your safety word?” he asked.
“Am I going to need it?”
“I don’t know. I assume you’ve never experienced a bullwhip.”
“Uh, no,” she said with a tremor.
“This is going to deliver a sharper sting than the floggers I’ve used on you before. You ready?”
She pressed her lips together, then answered, “Yes, Sir.”
Though The Lair was good about cleaning its facilities, he surveyed the floor to make sure there was nothing that the whip could accidentally pick up. Her hair was out of the way, allowing him to strike her upper back. Since he hadn’t used this particular whip of his in a while, he practiced slicing the air, listening for when the crack occurred. She jumped every time.
Standing in front of her, he couldn’t see apprehension in her eyes, but he could sense it coming off her body. “Use your safety word if you need it.”
“I won’t. You’re going to owe me brand-new basketball courts.”