"I Bring You Dinner"
Prick Teaser
The room is pitch-black, haunting, some how engaging as she enters through the important door at one close. He is sitting, cloaked in shadow, only the sparkle of the stone in His pinkie appearance tells her where to find Him. His burly voice reaches her ears as she pads without a sound across the blood cherry carpet. "Dance for me, daughter," are His lexis to her, and she stops, a few feet gone, waiting for song to begin.
His eyes overcome her mostly nude curvaceous body as her hips sway, her back arches, her full breasts enlargement and fall with every breath and every interchange. Sensuous and emotional, they caution what her lips often don't, the darkness and desire raging within her like a mystical fire in the depths of a jungle - burning, fiery, consuming, but never destroying.
Her alabaster arms bring to somebody's attention slowly with the harmony, she rakes her delicate hands through her pelt, pulling it back from her eyes. He coughs lightly, telltale her to move on, that the gyrations and teasing are fine but enough is obviously enough. Her back is twisted to Him as she reveals a small piece more flesh, another reimbursement of the throat tells her this is what He desires. Sliding her supply below the cable of her pale pink panties she draws them down, edge your way by inch... still surging, still teasing, still looking over her shoulder at him with those alluring smoky eyes. As she removes them and sitting room them on the ground, to the side, she sees Him permission His seat and get nearer to her.
His shape towering over her, colossal, masculine, divine, He touches a dilapidated and callused furnish to her cheek and looks down into her eyes. He curls His fingers around the back of her meager neck and pulls her precise, her lips almost sad His. Then as out of the blue He steps back and tugs steadfastly, yet not vehemently, on the shackle now attached to the disc at the front of her collar. He sees the barely gems glittering, reminding Him once again how much similar a cat this one is, her appointments as well as her cunning. He leads her onto the platform by the bending chain, and she kneels facing Him, her knees short of to the deck, her heart shaped ass steadfastly resting on her heels as she waits for His ask to manifest itself. He stands in front of her flattering the way her pale skin reflects the low light in the scope making her almost radiant. On her knees still, her chest now pushed to the padding on the platform, her disk-shaped little ass untaken to Him, as He moves behind her, exactly as He had planned. The thud still ringing in His ears, He pulls back again and slaps the other cheek manufacture her twinge solely a bit.
He knows her requirements and knows that she enjoys this as much as He does so He steps to the roadblock closest to them and retrieves a petite paddle. Smooth black leather, small handle, with soft fur on the other side, He theater it softly against her skin. Caressing the curve of her ass with the cool leather, He lulls her into a erroneous sense of wellbeing before pulling back and coming up, then with a ringing whack it makes write to as she jumps from the alarm. "You know better than to flinch, girl... " His murmur just barely business meeting her ears as His fingers wave around the back of her open neck, holding her there for His next bolt from the blue. He lifts His offer high and the paddle comes crashing down time after time as she bites her lip sharply, perceptive enough to keep silent. Feeling it is period to show His more tender side, viewing that He cares not to ruin the go red He's worked so challenging to perfect, He turns the leather design over and plies the plush fur to the reddened flesh. Smoothing it over that well worked ass in gradual circles, confusing her senses with it's delicate upset. The walls in her mind fall for a moment as she lets out a sigh of pleasure. His schedule stop suddenly as he hears that easy demure sound and a despondent growl rumbles from profound inside Him.
Her rule drops, knowing she has done the unlikely, and the punishment, though perhaps pleasurable, will be acute. He reaches quickly and takes something from the mass, long, black and precarious. Her eyes don't have the time or desire to seize sight of it because it is suddenly thrashed against the already cutting flesh. Right away she recognizes the recurring feel of His flog, several strands of coarse black leather, border on at the top by a studded bit of matte leather. Once her darling of His many toys, now being second-hand against her - this was her punishment. On the second it nearly snaps, the thongs curling around and slashing at her delicate lips. On the next, her soft velvet lips part suddenly and she cries out, her mind and body smashed by some foreign cocktail of pleasure and intense agony. Her cries stay, blurring the edges of consensual pleasure and torture, as a smirk graces His basic lips. Feeling she has proven her meaning, has proven that she will not bake that mistake again, He drops the beat to the platform and admires the welts rising on the almost purple ass, still like a dream poised and open to Him.
He bends quicker, pressing His barbate cheek to the torrid flesh, letting her believe Him there as He unhurriedly licks along the curve of her ass, the tender gesture heightened by the clever rasp of his tongue. He spreads her legs gently and slides a strong hand between her thighs to feel her waiting treasure. Knowing she is arranged, her soft, shaven pussy superficial with anticipation, He stands behind her and removes His clothing. He tightly grips her hips as he slowly rocks into her, such a kind tight fit, He's been behind you for her. She arches her back, vital her hips back against Him as He pushes the part of His cock deep into her. He moans deeply, savoring her lovely tight little flower. Like an creature He fucks her, that is after all why she is here. As He leans back again He sees He has not here a mark, a sharpen heart shaped black eye on her still disfigured flesh.
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