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I walked around him, setting the flogger back down on the table and running my hand over his hot, welted flesh. He hissed lightly at the touch, and I smirked. My nails raked down his back softly as he arched into the painful touch.
“Exquisite, Septus. Simply exquisite.” I praised him softly, so that only he could hear. My hands ran over his body, reveling in the welts and red slashed marks over his body that I had placed there.
My marks.
Mine.
The feeling of utter possession that came over me was overwhelming. With a bottle of lube in my hand, I kept my touch on him, running over his back, his ass, his thighs, anywhere my flogger had kissed, my hands followed.
My fingers trailed down the crack of his ass, smirking as he arched into the touch. I grazed lightly over his puckered hole, circling and teasing the wrinkled rim with a gentle touch. This was uncharted territory for him, and not something that I engaged in lightly with my submissives. With lubricated fingers, I began to work one finger inside with harrowing slowness. Each time he bucked into my touch, urging me to go deeper, faster, I pulled back, making him wait for it.
I stretched him slowly, working one, then two fingers inside.
“You’re so tight for me, Septus. So fucking tight.” I cooed at him, degrading him in a way that had him groaning, shifting his hips beneath my ministrations.
“Open up for me, gorgeous slut.” His answering groan shot straight to my pussy, making me wet and achy for him all over again. He opened for me, relaxing against my probing touch with deep breaths, hitching gasps, and grinding hips of need.
One finger became two. Two became three. And soon, I was fastening the gold buckles of my leather hardness to my hips, adjusting the position to best suit my needs. Walking around the spanking bench, I stood before him, his eyes fixated on the floor as he ground his hips against the bench for friction and pleasure.
“Eyes up, Septus,” I commanded, snapping my fingers sharply. For as many as were gathered, the sound seemed to ricochet around the room, pulling his attention — and everyone else’s — straight to me. I reveled in it.
His eyes lifted, fixating on the silicone length of the dildo I had affixed to the strap on. Eyes dilating, jaw hanging slack and nearly drooling with desire, I took him by the hair, holding his gaze on my silicone length.
“Open.”
His mouth opened for me, his eyes lifting to find my gaze as I brought the rounded tip of the silicone piece to his lips.
“Lick.”
His obedience, without reservation or hesitation, had my pussy dripping. I wished we were not in front of people in that moment, longing for privacy so that I could have my own toy placed deep inside of me or against my throbbing clit — anything to quell the desire rippling through my aching pussy at that moment.
“Suck.”
His mouth wrapped around the black length of my faux-cock, licking and lapping at the bulbous head with a fervor and hunger that made me want to fuck his face in front of all these people. I rocked my hips lightly, moving the tip in and out of his mouth, his groans music to my ears and only furthering the heightened, raw sexual energy between us.
“Enough.” Yanking his head back sharply, I pulled him off of the toy, his mouth still open, lips glistening with saliva as he panted longingly, his pupils dilated as they found mine for only a moment before lowering obediently once more. Taking his chin in my hand and grasping hard, I leaned down, letting my lips brush against the shell of his ear as I spoke. “Now, arch those gorgeous hips of yours and let me sink into you. Take it for me. Take it like the perfect little submissive you are.”
My hands never left his body once as I found my way back to his pert ass, running over strong muscle, lines of sinew, and the bumps of his spine and down his hips. Running the tip of my silicone cock over his entrance, I chuckled snidely as he shifted back, arching into the touch and seeking his pleasure.
“That’s it, baby, grind on your Mistress’s cock for me. Show me just how badly you want it.”
Hips grinding against the head of the toy circling his rim, he arched his back with a groan of need. The debased search for pleasure lit a fire within me. I bucked my hips lightly, nudging his hole with the tip of my cock and watching him just begin to stretch around the girth.
“Please.”
“Oh, such a needy thing, aren’t you?” I teased him, slapping the firm curve of his ass. Grasping a cheek in each hand with fingers digging into his skin until it dimpled beneath my touch, I spread him open wide, chuckling at his guttural groan.
“Patience is a virtue, Septus,” I tutted in chastisement. I inched forward with torturous slowness, watching his rim stretch to take my length. He groaned, loud and low, the sound pinging straight into my clit and making me ache for him.
“Look at how well your greedy little hole swallows my length. Such a good boy.” I praised him, each word dripping with the devastating degradation that I knew he loved. His hips arched back, urging me deeper as I began to make shallow thrusts. I worked slowly, drawing out every agonizing inch of thrust until he was taking me smoothly, fluidly, and hungrily.
“Please.” His groaned pleas, raw and rough with pure need, were music to my ears.
“Please what? Use those words, pretty pet. Tell me what you want.” I coaxed him wickedly, using my words to wreak havoc in his already tormented mind and body.
“Deeper. Faster. Harder. Just…” He cut off with an aching groan. “Just more!”
“Your wish is my command.” I purred the words, my hands finding his back, still red and welted from his punishment as I raked my nails hard down the painful marks. His hisses and arching movements pushed him back onto my cock. I shifted my hips, changing the angle. He reared back, his head arching and his hands fisting into the leather padding of the spanking bench as I found his prostate with unerring accuracy. My thrusts came harder, faster, each time grazing that spot within him that made him whimper, groan, and cry out with the most magnificent keening imaginable.
