Then he repeated the pattern of fucking and spanking several times before exchanging the paddle for the crop.
The first strike of the crop produced a squeal and full body tremor. After three more strokes spread across both ass cheeks,he went back to sliding in and out. The second cropping brought forth the tears she’d been fighting to hold in.
After the third round, she was wiggling and he could tell she was close to her peak. At the same time, his own body demanded relief. Shoving the toys off the bench, he bent over her back and began to fuck her harder and faster. At the same time, he slipped one hand around her hip and began to play with her clit.
A brush of his fingertip and then a slight pinch of the nerve-filled flesh was all it took to throw Mallory over the edge.
She screamed and writhed on the table as her orgasm rolled through her. He continued fucking her slowly until her orgasm eased and she relaxed back on the bench.
Straightening, he moved his hips faster and harder with each stroke. At the same time he began to twist and fuck the plug in and out of her ass. It only took a few strokes for her to scream out a second orgasm. His body responded by throwing him into his orgasmic storm.
Chapter Twenty
“Wow,” Mallory whispered once her mind and body reconnected.
“Wow, indeed,” Fletcher said as he brushed kisses down her spine to where her arms were bound at her waist. “Feeling better now?”
She smiled, feeling drunk and completely relaxed. “I think so. It’s hard to tell.”
“Let me get you out of these bonds and we’ll cuddle.”
She sighed when he withdrew his cock from her body. When he eased the plug from her ass, she sucked a breath before moaning. She took another deep breath and floated while he did whatever it was that needed doing. She opened her eyes and turned her head to look at him when he finished untying her arms.
“Ow,” she complained as he moved one arm and then another, manipulating her shoulders.
He kissed the peak of her shoulders one after another as he continued moving her arms around to loosen up the joints.
“Next time we’ll tie them in front,” he promised.
He then went to work on her legs, and once they were both free, he rotated her hips, earning a scowl and another groan of pain.
“I may be getting too old for this,” she said sadly.
“We’ll figure something out. Maybe extra stretching exercises to keep the joints limber.”
“That doesn’t sound like fun,” she commented.
“We can make it fun,” he said as he accepted a soft, fluffy blanket from a service submissive and covered her with it while he picked up the scattered toys he’d swept to the floor and dropped them into the basket.
“If you say so, Master,” she breathed, slowly moving her arms and legs as much as she could while remaining in place on the table.
He helped her stand, which caused another moment of groaning discomfort before he lifted her up in his arms and carried her to the nearest couch. He settled with her curled on his lap, the blanket hiding her body completely.
He waited for several minutes, giving her time to completely come back into herself before he asked, “Feeling better?”
Mallory still felt a little loopy, but smiled as she did a mental and physical inventory. “I do. I feel shiny, inside and out.”
“Shiny, huh? I guess that’s a good thing?”
“Good. Oh so good. Very, very good,” she agreed as she tilted her head back and brushed a kiss on his jawline. “So good.”
“I’m glad. Now we can turn your thoughts to something more productive like the art show and our future.”
“Later,” she countered. “I think we need a nap and some food first. Then we can talk about anything you want. ‘Kay?”
Fletcher took a deep breath, his chest moving her up and back down again. “All right. But I think water and food come before nap, but you do have the right idea.”
She nodded her agreement, closing her eyes and resting her head against his chest. When he held a bottle of water to her lips, she drank deeply and then sighed.
