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"Put your arms behind your back," Mr Thorn ordered, and he took leather handcuffs from the table. I was so distracted by the flogger that I didn’t notice them before. He tied my wrists together, connecting them with big chains to the harness. I was staring at him from behind my eyelashes when he cupped my jaw and stroked his thumb along my lower lip.
"We’ll start with the inner thighs," he announced, and I felt the leather straps grazing the sensitive skin next to my pussy. "Seven strokes on each of them. It’ll be quick. Then, we’ll work on your ass."
"Yes, sir," I confirmed, leaning into his open palm on my cheek.
He was right; it was quick. And he was much harder on me than before. With the first hit, he was testing me. I winced a little, but it wasn’t brutal or anything. I was mostly just surprised. However, after seven whips, my inner thigh was red, stinging, and on fire. I bit my lower lip in an attempt to stop whimpers escaping my mouth.
"What should a well-behaved girl say after receiving something special?" Mr Thorn asked from behind me. He was caressing my shoulder and the back of my neck with his warm hand, and I gulped. The idea of being grateful for my punishment was, shockingly, very arousing for me.
"Thank you, sir," I whispered, breathing hard. He moved his palm slowly up my neck to my chin and put his index finger into my mouth. I eagerly sucked it in, licking and playfully biting it. I felt Mr Thorn's body close behind me. He brushed his lips against my earlobe before he nibbled it, sending pleasurable chills up my spine.
"Stay still," he muttered into my ear. I was still working his finger, enjoying the feeling of his lips on my skin when my other thigh received its seven strokes. I almost bit Mr Thorn’s finger during it. Fuck, it hurt. He picked the most sensitive spots to make his punishment rememberable.
"Thank you, sir," I cried out at the moment he took his finger out of my mouth. I didn’t need a reminder of good manners; I was a quick learner. In my head, I’ve already promised myself to never be late again.
"My good girl," he whispered against my neck, then he pulled away. "Bend over the bed," he commanded, and I moved to the right side, pressing my upper body into the mattress. The cold bedsheets cooled down my hot face, and I noticed a small wet stain on them. I didn’t realise I was crying. It was hard to say why I was sobbing because I wasn’t in pain. Yes, my thighs were stinging, and they would probably be sensitive to touch, but I was more embarrassed than hurt.
Mr Thorn’s hands, which caressed my hips and butt, interrupted my thinking, and I focused on the sensual feelings that travelled through my body. For a very long moment, while he was brushing and stroking my ass and my back with his hands, I forgot about anything and everything.
I moaned into the mattress when he kissed his way up to the back of my neck and then licked it down to my tied-up wrists. Then, he moved his fingers from the leather handcuffs to the harness on my waist and unbuckled the strap. I flinched because when the slight pain surprised me, but it was quickly replaced by pleasure when Mr Thorn soothingly pecked every inch of my skin where the harness had dug into my flesh.
It took him some time to put the whole thing away and kiss every line, which remained on my body from the straps. I wriggled and moaned, hoping he would take care of my pussy. I desperately needed a release. He was driving me insane with his gentle touches, yet I enjoyed every bit of it. My heart was hammering in my chest when he put his huge hands on my inner thighs, easing the stinging with his palms until I almost didn’t feel it at all.
"Fuck, princess," he groaned with his mouth between my shoulder blades, and goosebumps appeared on my whole body. "You have no idea how delicious you are."
I arched my back, tilting my head to the back when he nibbled the skin on my neck. His hands were on my hips, and he finally moved them to the front. He made teasingly slow circles around my clit while his other hand cupped my breast.
"Do you feel what you’re doing to me?" Mr Thorn’s question didn’t make sense for a moment, but then I felt his cock on my ass, and I gasped. He was still dressed, but the stiffness in his pants was unmistakable. A new wave of exhilaration washed over my body and, I craved to feel him. I wriggled my butt against his erect manhood, and he chuckled in my ear.
"Do you want a taste, princess?" he whispered, pressing his hips against mine, and I stifled a loud moan.
"Yes, sir," I whined when he squeezed my nipple harder because I hadn’t responded to his question properly.
He gently bit my neck for the last time before he took my arms and pulled me off the bed. I was kneeling in front of it, watching him as he unbuckled his belt and, in a torturously slow motion, pulled down his pants and boxers. His cock sprang out, and I licked my lips, memorising every inch of it. It was twitching slightly, and a satisfying grin settled on my face, knowing I was the reason behind its obvious excitement.
Mr Thorn walked over to the opposite side of the bed from me and sat down on the edge of it. He then took his cock in his hand and began to stroke it. I instinctively pulled my handcuffs, but they held me tightly. I wanted to touch him, yet he made sure I wouldn’t be able to do so. Fuck! It was much worse than a flogger on my thighs.
"If you want it, princess," he started, wriggling his eyebrows playfully, "you must crawl here and take it." I frowned, but a second later, I realised he didn’t fool around. I took a deep breath, and slowly managed to get to him. My knees hurt, but I didn’t care. All I wanted to do was relish him.
"Good girl," Mr Thorn praised, placing his hand on my cheek and a grin appeared on his lips. "Now, show me what that pretty mouth of yours can do," he commanded, and I almost squealed in happiness. He finally gave me what I wanted.
I leaned closer and put the tip of his cock between my lips. I raised my eyes to look at him, and he was staring at me, clearly pleased with my compliance. My heart fluttered in my chest when I maintained eye contact, taking as much of him as I could inside. He was stroking my shoulder and my neck while I was sucking his member. His groans rang in my ears, encouraging me to work harder.
"You feel so good, princess."
I looked up to see Mr Thorn breathing heavily with his eyes half-closed. With his fingers, he was massaging my scalp, not interfering with my rhythm. I so wanted to free my hands to give him more pleasure, but sadly, it wasn’t an option. I had to make do with my mouth and tongue.
Suddenly, I felt a stinging sensation on my butt cheek. It came out of nowhere, and I gasped when it happened. I immediately knew it was a disciplinary tool. I whimpered with Mr Thorn’s cock still deep in my mouth when another two came.
"You’re perfect, princess," he groaned huskily, and I looked up into his mischievous cerulean eyes. "But did you really think you would get away from your punishment because you’re sucking my dick like a professional?"
I hesitantly took his cock out of my mouth, giving him an innocent look, and he chuckled. Yes, I’d hoped that I could make him forget about using the flogger again. How naive of me it was to think he would forgive me.
However, it was another useful piece of information about him, and also a great new experience for me. I’d never expected to feel such a burning desire to blow someone off like I felt with him. And also, I would never have said that it was possible to almost reach an orgasm when he was hitting my ass and my pussy while he was also making me take him deeper and deeper.
Shit! He knew exactly where to strike me so I was crying out in desperation for more. I was so fucking wet that I was sure there was a puddle of my juices under me. The more he groaned and moaned about how good I was, the more I was aroused, and the knot in my lower abdomen was tightening. I was almost there when he pulled my head roughly from his crotch, and I gasped for air.
"On the bed," he commanded hoarsely, and before I could do or say anything, he lifted me up. Half of my face was pinned into the mattress, and my ass was up when I understood what he was doing. But I didn’t have time to be thrilled about it.
