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“Oh, I like this,” Robin seethed. “You’re getting very red. How does it feel, hum?” She kept slapping Lesli
e’s bouncing skin, while the brunette moaned without protest, and Robin finally vented: “Tell me, bitch! I want to know.”
There was a time when Robin calling her ‘bitch’ made Leslie’s blood boil. Now it humbled her and turned her on. Being Robin’s bitch turned her on.
“C’mon, tell me!”
The smack that followed stung more than all the rest
“It stings, dammit!” Leslie groaned lustily.
“Good! You can stand a little pain.” Robin stepped back to admire the bright glowing color, while Leslie waited, waited for more. Did she really want more?
“You know, you’re very wet down here,” Robin said, as she reached in and fingered Leslie’s cunt lips, pulling her labia. “You like this too, don’t you?”
Leslie could barely think, let alone answer.
“You like this, don’t you?” Robin insisted on a response. She pulled down harder, then spanked the red cheeks nonstop until Leslie finally blurted out:
“Yes, yes, I like it!” She cried through the smacking sound of Robin’s hand. “Yes, I like it, I want it, I want more,” her voice lowered with the admission.
“About time,” Robin chided – a nasty Robin speaking in a way Leslie had never heard.
“You know, you’re very good at this,” Leslie purred. Had Robin been domming women for years, and she never knew?
“Hey, bitch, that’s not for you to comment on, of course I’m good.” She paused. “But my hand is starting to hurt. Maybe it’s time for the paddle, huh?”
This time there was some question in her voice.
“Robin, please… I don’t think I could…”
Robin backed away and stared at the splash of color on Leslie’s bottom, sighing, the powerful feelings subsiding slightly. “Okay, sure, sweetheart. It’s really too bad that you don’t want more pain because your pretty bottom is quite a sight.” She snickered darkly, but moved on. “How about let’s see what your pretty cunny is up for tonight.” She moved in and played with the juicy portal, pushing her hand against the opening door, jabbing it lightly. “You still take fists?” she asked.
“Yeah, I suppose, I do,” Leslie admitted. Robin’s hand was there already probing her deeply, just like old times. She’d been the first to fist-fuck her cunt. Leslie rocked back against the invasion, feeling the powerful forces between them making her whole being swell with lust and desire. “Yes, goddammit, yes…” she hissed thoughtlessly, as Robin worked her hand deeper with each prodding thrust. She had a way no other woman had of taking her beyond herself, beyond any pain, to a place where she was utterly fulfilled. They worked in tandem, Robin inch by inch forcing her way inside with loving zeal, while Leslie pushed back, desperately wanting more, and still afraid of that final surge of passion that would make them one… why was she still afraid?
When Robin’s whole hand finally crossed though the doorway, Leslie felt herself swallow Robin’s essence inside her, as it had been before. No battles, not fear, every hesitation seemed to be washed away inside the need they shared.
How strangely demeaned…loved, used, hurt this was. Taken by Robin’s forceful passion, she could dissolve in the feeling forever.
“Oh, my yessssssssss,” she softly exclaimed. She was starting to come, her bottom moving with the invading fist as it prodded her ever deeper. Without warning, her entire being quivered and her muscles seized up for several blissful seconds, the waves of orgasm crashed through her body.
After a long sigh, she finally collapsed to the bed and Robin’s hand slipped out.
Her body pulsed in a sensuous rhythm; she felt as if she were rocking on smooth ocean waters, the waters pouring through her, her mind gently, slowly coming back to life. Her empty cunt felt lonely and sated at the same time, as if she hadn’t had enough, at the same time, she’d had all she needed. She felt Robin near, but was just barely conscious of her, until she felt something slip around her ankle… then the other ankle, then something soft circled her left wrist then her right.
“What are you doing?” Leslie suddenly came to in a languid panic. She was hardly able to speak.
“Tying you up,” Robin answered.
“But I just came.”
“But maybe I’m not done with you. Now turn over so I can tie you down.”
“What…” she was totally dazed.
“I told you I was going to bind you. I just got carried away taking you so fast to start. It’s been so long since I’d had the pleasure of my hand in your cunt, I just couldn’t stop.” She smiled, but not all that sweetly. “Now move over, dear.”
Leslie smiled back as she followed Robin’s order. Scooting over, the ropes flopped about but Robin took care of that as she started to tie her limbs to the bedposts.
