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I felt my pussy clench in response to the thought of topping him in such a way, so publicly. I wanted it desperately, but I never would have guessed he would choose that item. Not now. Not in our second scene together. I cleared my throat and pushed aside my thoughts of desire. I had a job to do.
“Excellent choices, Septus.” I praised him, taking the items from his hands and setting the strap-on to the side. We would get to that later. “Let us begin.”
My favorite leather-bound chair sat front and center and I made my way to it, sitting regally as any Queen, though that was a fleeting moment as I spread my legs wide, showing off the black lace panties encased by my thighs. I had forgone my typical thigh highs and garter sets tonight, opting for long latex heeled boots that ran from the tip of my toes clear to the middle of my thigh.
“You may atone.” I gave my order with a flourish of my hand, gesturing straight to my pussy. I held back a groan as he stayed on his knees, without command, and crawled his way to me so sensually and somehow, almost predatorily. He was like a panther, the way his powerful body moved across the floor, dripping with sex appeal and panache. Not an easy feat from a submissive stance.
He took a moment, there on his knees, before he leaned forward, head almost touching the floor, and kissed the top of my boot. His kisses moved up the latex of my shoe, up my calf, along the crook of my knee, and up my inner thigh. I couldn’t feel much through the material, but the moment was filled with such heat and stark submission, it had me wet and achy with need for this man.
Get it together, Sadie. This is not the time to let your pussy do the talking.
The moment his lips touched the bare skin of my inner thigh, I was nearly lost to it: to the feel of his lips, the heat of his breath, the little flick of his tongue as he made his way closer to my core. I bit the inside of my lip to stave off the moan that threatened to roll off my tongue in response.
His teeth bit into my inner thigh, just lightly enough to make me gasp.
“Please accept my atonement, Mistress.” He whispered his words against my core, so softly that I felt more than heard them being spoken. His tongue flicked over the thin lace fabric of my panties. His groan of lust vibrated through my core as he tasted my wetness, already having soaked through the material.
Panties were quickly and deftly shifted to the side to make way for his questing tongue, licking and lapping at my folds with a blatant hunger that had my breath coming in pants that I quickly tried — and failed — to stifle.
He found my clit, his tongue dancing over the sensitive bud in patterns that made no sense and somehow were exactly what I needed. I clenched, my toes curling in my boots as I let the pleasure wash over me. Eyes fixed on the clock on the wall, I watched carefully for the time limit I had set internally. I would allow him five minutes to lap at my cunt and not a second more. What I hadn’t accounted for was his prowess with that fucking tongue. I hadn’t thought he would bring me to orgasm in that time, but as the pleasure rippled through my body like sparks of electricity, I realized just how wrong I had been.
His tongue nudged the hood of my clit back, giving him room to flick at the ultrasensitive pearl beneath. My fingers dug into the arms of the chair, wanting nothing more than to thread through his thick hair, holding him exactly where I wanted him while I rode out my pleasure. But that was not the purpose of tonight’s scene. Dammit.
His fingers dug into my thighs roughly, his nails biting into my flesh hard enough it was sure to leave marks. Marks I desperately wanted. He was holding himself off from touching me more intimately; I knew it and he knew it. And fuck it all, it only made me want him more. That restraint. That beautiful submission was my kryptonite.
I watched the last sixty seconds tick down with excruciating slowness. He flicked his tongue lower, lapping up the juices that flowed from me like a river. I was almost in the clear.
Forty-five seconds.
His tongue plunged inside of me, twisting as he drank from me like a man who had crossed a desert only to find sustenance in the warmth between my thighs.
Thirty seconds. It was almost time. I could get through it without cumming if I just held on a little bit…
“Fuck!” I cried out, my eyes rolling back in my head as he sucked my clit into his mouth, flicking it back and forth with the very tip of his tongue and making every nerve in my body come alive with the need to climax.
My hips bucked into his mouth, riding his tongue as he groaned into my cunt, pushing me closer and closer.
Ten seconds.
Five.
“Enough.” I groaned as I grasped him by the hair and pulled him from between my trembling thighs. He rocked back, moving into a perfect kneeling position once more, my hand still holding him by his thick hair as I struggled for a moment to catch my breath.
I stood on shaky legs, pulling him by the hair as he wobbled beside me towards the spanking bench a few feet away. Without a word, he removed his boxers, leaving him completely nude and unashamed in all his glory.
Get it together, Sadie. You are the dominant, even if he did just about control you with that tongue of his.
“You will receive lashings until I see you are truly repentant.” My words rang out loudly as I looked around the room. It shocked me to see so many people in attendance, but I let the energy flow through me, guiding me through the scene.
I walked around him, checking his position before leaning down towards his head.
“You remember your safewords?”
“Yes, Mistress,” he softly answered. There was no fear in him, no hesitation. We were ready to proceed.
The flogger he had chosen was perfect for punishment. As the first strike landed across his gorgeous ass, I could hear his sharp intake of breath, and then — beautifully — he shivered and relaxed into the spanking bench as though I had caressed him, not flogged him.
Hit after hit, the flogger came down over his ass, his thighs, and his strong, broad back until his skin was red and slightly welted. All the while, he sighed, groaned, and melted into each strike like warm butter. He was stunning. The sizzle of sexual lust rose to a fever pitch between us, my dominance in full flight as I worked over him.
