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My hands roam over her, mapping the terrain of her body. With each caress, I stake my claim, and she arches into my touch, a silent plea for more. “Trust me,” I whisper against her ear as I press her forward, bending her over the bed. The position exposes her, leaves her open and wanting. And I intend to fulfill every unspoken desire.
“For tonight, I do,” she replies, her voice barely above a whisper, but it’s enough to stoke the fire within me.
“Don’t move,” I command, slapping her ass for good measure. Then I walk over to my chest of drawers, opening the middle one to retrieve some of my toys; the flogger and the vibrator. All the toys in this drawer are brand new, bought with a specific vixen in mind. Moving back to Gail, I clutch the velvet flogger in my hand. “Ask me, whore.”
Remembering our games from Cupid’s Court, she arches her back and wiggles her ass invitingly. “Please play with me, Soren. Make me your good whore.”
I start slowly, trailing the strands across her skin before delivering the first strike. The sound—a soft thud followed by her sharp intake of breath—feeds the beast inside me. Red marks bloom on her flesh, a beautiful contrast against her creamy skin. Each subsequent hit draws moans from her lips, a symphony of pain and pleasure that only we understand.
“More?” I ask, gauging her reactions, her needs.
The email from Dr. Patel that confirms it’s fine to have sex with Gail—even rough sex—is the reason I need her to guide me, to tell me if she wants more.
“Please,” she begs on a guttural moan, and it’s music to my ears.
The balance shifts with every lash, every kiss I trail on her heated skin after the sting. She melts under my dominance, giving herself over to the sensations, to the ebb and flow of intensity I dictate.
“Tell me what you feel,” I command, needing to hear her articulate the experience, to know that this is as transformative for her as it is for me.
“Alive,” she gasps out. “I feel… everything.”
Her words hit me harder than any physical sensation could. “Good,” I rasp, feeling an unexpected surge of tenderness amidst the carnality. “Because you’re mine, Gail. Tonight, and every night after.”
“Yours,” she confirms, her tone one of utter surrender. At least that’s what I thought until she adds, “For tonight.”
With a growl of frustration, I demand she spreads her legs to give me better access to her cunt. When she obliges, I take a mental picture of her swollen and glistening pussy lips. Damn, what a fucking sight. Getting down on my knees, I kiss each of her ass cheeks before spreading them.
“Sor-Soren!”
Ignoring her, I press my nose between her folds, greedily inhaling the sweet scent of her arousal. “You smell so good,” I growl. I can’t resist licking her, tasting the nectar before getting back up.
Now that I know she’s wet, I take the vibrator in my other hand and push it into her. She arches her back more and moans loudly as the silicone stretches her pussy. “Oh! My! God!” she cries.
Chuckling, I retrieve my phone from my pants. “Just call me Soren, whore.”
I scroll through my apps, finally finding the one I want, “BVP” it’s called, which is short for Bullet Vibrator Pleasure. Technology is fucking marvelous when you find gems like this; a company that develops all sorts of toys and hooks them up to apps instead of remote controls.
Activating the one inside Gail, I pick the flogger back up from the bed where I placed it. “Be a good whore and thank me,” I rasp. Then I hit the eight on the vibrator scale, and run the flogger across her back.
When the next lick hits the top of her ass, she moans, “Thank you, S-Soren.”
We continue this game until she’s sobbing, screaming, and moaning all at the same time. She’s already had two orgasms courtesy of the vibrator and flogger. Her hips thrust against the mattress as she does everything she can to get the friction she needs.
My cock’s painfully hard, leaking pre-cum all over the floor as it juts out from my body. Normally, I’d keep this up for the rest of the night, but with Gail I can’t. I need her too fucking much.
“I-I c-can’t,” she sobs. “N-no more. P-please.”
Thanks to all the times I’ve played with her, I know she isn’t sobbing out of sadness, but rather from being overstimulated. Still, I drop the flogger and switch off the vibrator inside her. “How do you want me, whore?” I groan, fisting my cock and stroking it slowly.
“I get a choice?” she quips. Reaching under her, I cup her full tits, pinching her nipples so hard she lets out a squeak. “I want to watch you fuck me.”
“Good whore,” I murmur.
“And touch you,” she adds.
Turning her around, I help her stand up before quickly sitting down on the edge. Then I move her arms so they’re on either side of my head, but I don’t free them. “Hmm, I’m not sure you’ve earned that yet,” I rasp. “Why don’t you get yourself off first? And then I might allow it.”
Her eyes widen as she looks down at my leg. “You want me to…” Trailing off, she bites down on her lip.
