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Leather is sexy. The way it feels. The way it smells. The way it snaps into the skin, and kisses into the flesh. The way it streaks when wet. Oh, yes…there’s nothing more tantalizing than leather, especially when it’s wrapped around a paddle.
I eye Miss Creamy as she closes the distance between us, her heels clicking against the polished wood floor. In the far left corner of the massive space, there’s a portable leather sling with stirrups. On top of a glass table cart situated next to the sling are wrist restraints, a suede flogger, a black leather strap with a walnut handle used to deliver punishment—or encouragement, depending on the situation, a three-inch and four-inch butt plug, a bottle of Elbow Grease Fusion Silicone Body Glide lube for ass play, and nipple clamps.
Depeche Mode’s “A Question of Time” plays low in the background.
“Stop right there,” I say, crossing and uncrossing my legs. A sly grin eases across my lips as the thought of her being completely helpless…and at my mercy comes to life in my mind. I can see it in her eyes, her own excitement at this knowing. I can almost smell the sticky wetness seeping out of her, sliding between her thighs. “Turn around and bend over.”
She turns around, slow and seductively, then bends over. Her plump ass cheeks peek out from under the hem of her skirt. She wiggles her ass, then makes it clap. I take in the view, licking my lips.
“Get over here.”
She turns back around. My clit pulses as she makes her way toward me.
“You naughty little slut. Is your pussy already creaming for it?”
She casts her mink-lashed eyes downward, then sheepishly looks up as she murmurs, “Yes.”
“I can smell you. Your cunt makes my mouth water.” Hands on hips, she stands a few feet away from me, her wet crotch wafting in the air, her pungent scent staining my senses. “You nasty little whore! I see you need a good spanking.”
I pat my legs.
Without a word, she knows. I grin to myself as she slowly walks toward me—one heeled foot in front of the other as if she’s walking a tightrope. When she reaches me, she bends over my lap. I flip up her skirt, and catch another whiff of her clean, musky scent. I run my hand over her smooth, round caramel ass, caressing her skin. My mouth waters, staring at her mesmerizing ass. She grinds herself against me.
I slap her ass. “Don’t you grind that nasty, little pussy on me, you naughty slut!”
She groans.
I slap her ass again. My palm slapping against her beautiful ass sends jolts of electricity through me, and a pulsing need pounds between my legs. I feel a warmth flooding through her heating her skin, her ass.
Whap!
She moans, lifting and wiggling her hips, then spreading her legs. She wants me to touch her. Wants me to see, feel, how wet she is. She purrs as she lies over my lap and I smack her ass and thighs, soft and sensual at first, then gradually building up to fast, hard strikes, causing her ass cheeks to heat.
“Oooooh, yes…mmmm…yes, spank it…”
She raises her ass higher. Begs for more. And I give it to her, faster and harder.
Pop!
Pop!
Whap!
Her ass cheeks bounce as I alternately smack each cheek, building a rhythm that mimics the sounds of a drum. She screams out. Tells me how hot and tender and huge her ass feels.
I plant a hand on the back of her head to hold her in place. She moves a hand in attempt to slip it between her legs.
Whap!
“Bad little whore!”
Whap!
“You don’t move unless I tell you to, understand?”
Whap!
“Yes…ohhhh, yesssss…”
