by Jess Alynn
She sat back and admired her handiwork. “How well can you keep your legs still?”
“Depends on what you have in mind, Mistress.”
“Well, you said before that you like sensation play, and I want to see how much you can take.”
His eyes widened, and he heaved a ragged breath. “Then, please, Mistress, bind me.”
Her mouth watered at the needy note in his voice, and she purred, “Mmm, good job admitting that, Billy. Kicking me would definitely spoil the mood.”
She picked up the ankle restraints and stretched the straps out to secure them to the legs of the end of the bed, spreading his feet and stretching him further along the duvet. His muscles flexed and twitched, standing out in lean lines, and her cunt clenched in arousal.
He struggled between staring up at her, eyes full of lust, and averting his gaze to show he knew his place. A flush had stained his cheeks and travelled down his throat to tinge his chest, which was rising and falling rapidly with his excited breaths.
Eve sank onto the bed by his calf and unzipped her boots, kicking them to the side. She slanted a teasing look at him and drawled, “Time to get more comfortable.”
Billy swallowed again, loud enough for her to hear him, and she smirked as she stood and shimmied out of her skirt. Now she had full range of motion to do whatever she wanted. She climbed onto the bed and straddled one of his legs, reaching over to her disposable Wartenberg wheel. She made a show of spinning the pinwheel, testing its smoothness, and noticed his rapt gaze trained on it, wide enough to show his trepidation.
Tilting her head, she said, “Would it be better for you to be blindfolded?”
He flinched, faintly but still noticeable, and said, “Not this time, Mistress, please.”
She offered a comforting smile and said, “I understand. We have just met, after all.” His answering smile was shaky but relieved. Jerking her chin at the instrument in her hand, she said, “Have you ever used one of these before?”
“No, Mistress.”
Recovering some of her mischievousness, she lilted, “Oh, then you’re in for a treat, darlin’.”
Billy’s wary eyes were trained on the pinwheel as she slowly lowered it to his chest, tracing a meandering line over his ribs and belly. He held his breath and his muscles trembled, but his expression morphed into one of dazed fascination.
She took care to avoid the more sensitive erogenous zones but toyed with contrasts by running it over his outer arm, then moving to his inner arm, where the skin was softer and more tender. Goosebumps rose and disappeared in waves, trailing after her path, and she watched his nipples harden into tiny peaks. His gasps and squeaks when she wheeled her way over the sides of his ribs, accompanied by his minute jerks and spasms, showed her where he was still ticklish, and she couldn’t help but smile.
His gaze followed the pinwheel, but when it prickled over more sensitive areas, his eyes fluttered closed as his breath caught in his throat. Eve watched him, waiting until he had shut his eyes again, then brought the wheel down to graze over his nipple. His response was electric - he bucked, looking as if every muscle in his body had tensed at once, and his eyes flew open to stare blankly at her, sucking in a breath so sharp that he sounded as if he had choked on it. She deliberately circled his areola and criss-crossed over his hard nipple, heat washing over her at his shocked reaction.
Her voice and expression full of warning, she said, “Billy? Do you need to say anything to me?”
His breath exploded out of him with a harsh cough, and he hissed, “G-green...green, I swear, Mistress!”
“Excellent.” She shifted to sit between his spread legs, sinking back on her heels and clenching her thighs together at the pulsing in her pussy. It gave Billy a moment to collect himself, and when she started tracing the pinwheel down his taut thighs and over his calves, his breath soughed out in a long, faint groan. Dragging the points along his arch had him slamming his head back onto the bed and sucking in a noisy breath between his teeth, his toes splaying and curling as he twisted his foot to escape the sensation.
Eve kept watching his reactions, making sure the torment was the delicious kind and not the sort that sent people screaming for the hills. When she lifted the toy away from his flesh, he wilted onto the duvet, panting and blinking at the ceiling. That’s when she noticed that his cock, wrapped as it was in leather, was bouncing and straining in time with his rapid breaths.
In a soothing murmur, she said, “Tell me, Billy-boy, how are you holding up?”
He grunted before saying, “I’m good, Mistress. I’ve never felt anything like it before.”
“Still green?”
“Very green, Mistress.”
Their eyes met, and he smiled. She nodded back and then reached forward to run the pinwheel over his bollocks, drawing a shout of surprise from him. He rolled his hips, trying to move away from the prickling, and she snapped, “Hold still or you could get hurt!”
He went rigid except for the trembling, his hands gripping the straps of his wrist cuffs and his face contorted in a grimace. For the first time since entering the room, she simply touched him, ghosting her fingertips over the tight, wrinkled skin of his balls. The agonized groan seemed wrenched from his throat and made her bite her lip at the sinful sound.
While he still seemed blissed out at the gentle caress, she lifted the toy to draw the pinwheel over one section of exposed skin on his erection, between the leather straps of his cock cage, and he voiced a high keening sound as he fought to keep still, his cock bouncing of its own volition.
“Oh, listen to you. You do make the most delightful noises.” She continued tracing over his cock, enjoying his yelps when his involuntary spasms pressed the unforgiving plastic spikes more forcefully against him. By the time she withdrew, he was damp, pre-come beading at the tip, much like her own juices slicked her pussy and soaked her thong.
She spent a few more minutes sketching random patterns over his body, feeling the heat rising off of him as the flush spread and noting the sheen of sweat at his temples. Eventually, she decided he had had enough of this sensation and slipped off the bed, drawing his attention.
“I’m going to unsnap your ankles, and I want you to turn over. I’ll put some pillows under your belly so you don’t hurt yourself...” She nodded pointedly at his erection.
He nodded, murmuring, “Thank you, Mistress,” as he squirmed around onto his front, lifting up onto his elbows and knees for her to shove pillows beneath him.
“Lie down.” He obeyed, and she took a moment to admire the view of his taut back and lush arse perched for her enjoyment. She lengthened the straps for the ankle cuffs and secured them again, allowing him space to keep himself raised on his knees, propped up by the pillows.
“Leather, suede, rubber, or flesh?”
He frowned in confusion, and he said, “I’m sorry, Mistress; I don’t understand.”
“Pick one.”
Comprehension dawned, and he blinked rapidly, trying to remember what those choices meant. “Ah...suede?”
Voice stern, she said, “Are you asking me or answering me?”
“Oh! Uh - suede, please, Mistress!”
Her disapproval seemed to echo in her silence. Billy shifted, tensing with nerves. She leant over him and grabbed the flogger, trailing it over his shoulders and back, teasing his arsecheeks and dipping it between his legs to graze over his inner thighs. His breath went ragged as he gasped and choked at the tickling.
She watched his muscles twitching and flexing and kept grazing the tendrils over him until she saw him relax, at which point she drew back and swung, whipping the flogger over his shoulder blades, the cracking sound loud in the room. It was accompanied by Billy’s shout of startled pain, and she paused, listening for him to indicate a colour, but he just panted and swallowed, mastering himself for the next blow. Heat washed over her again, and she landed the next swing across his arse, painting pink stripes over his creamy pale buttocks.
“Oh, god, Mistress.
Green, please, Mistress, green.”
Lips curling in a feral grin, she sped up her swings, criss-crossing his flexing arse with line after livid line. After about ten swings, she paused, her own breathing heavy, and revelled in the raw whimpers and groans pouring from his open mouth. “How many more can you take? Or do you want to change it up?”
“Mmm - ah...rubber, I think, Mistress.”
“Very well.” She dropped the flogger on the towel and picked up the paddle. Before she swatted, she rubbed the nubbly surface over his glowing behind, wrenching a hoarse cry from him as he jerked away from the contact. Sweat was glistening on his back and head, and she could smell his deodorant mixing with his own musk. It was intoxicating, and she licked her lips as she brought the paddle down with a satisfying smack.
A darker flush bloomed over his arsecheek, dotted with pale white that filled in with deeper red. Billy’s deep groan rumbled out on a long exhale.
“How many do you want? Count them out.”
“F-five, please, Mistress. Three on each side.”
Smirking, she barked, “That’s six!”
He hastened to reply. “Counting the one you just did, Mistress!”
“Fair enough.”
She waited barely a moment before swatting him on the other cheek, and he cried, “One!” A surge of power rolled through her, and she rained the rest down on him in a flurry, his desperate gasps as he counted firing her lust even more.
Eve wanted to get off. Soon. Her thong was soaked through, and her clit throbbed with need. She backed away a step, drinking in the glorious sight before her, and said, “Are you any good at oral, Billy?”
He rolled his face toward her, his eyes glazed and his cheeks flushed and sweaty. His expression was incredulous, and he said, “I like to think so, Mistress. I mean, unless I’ve been lied to.”
She hurried to release his ankles again and yanked the pillows out from under him. “Roll over. I want you to make me come.”
He wrenched himself around, squeaking when his sore arse came in contact with the duvet again, and stared, enthralled, as she attacked a nitrile glove with the EMT scissors.
She cut off the four fingers in one fell swoop, then down the side of the hand, leaving the thumb dangling in the middle of the expanse of stretchy material. Dropping the scissors back on the towel, she tugged at her thong, peeling it down and kicking it to one side, baring the trimmed curls along her swollen pussy lips. She climbed over him, straddling his chest and looking down at his dazed expression.
“Easier than a dental dam, I think. Plus, the thumb is perfect for dipping inside, if you know what I mean.”
Billy’s eyes rolled back and he uttered a low, groaned, “Fuck, yes...” as he watched her crawl over his head, spread her slick lips, fit the nitrile along her cleft, and tuck the thumb into her cunt. His hands were still bound, so she held the barrier in place as she sank down onto his eager lips and tongue, sighing in pleasure as he licked and sucked, fucking her as best he could with his tongue.
His nose bumped her swollen clit when he was buried in her cunt, and she started grinding down onto his face, making him moan in encouragement. Her head fell back and her eyes closed, enjoying the vibrations on her heated flesh.
It took several minutes of her moving in ways to give him direction, but he was attentive and apparently had some impressive stamina, as he showed no signs of flagging when she rocked and ground herself on his face until she came, a litany of panted profanity pouring from her lips.
Spiralling down from her climax, she struggled to move off of Billy without hurting either of them, made more difficult due to how much her legs felt like jelly. As she backed away, she pulled the bastardized glove from between her legs and tossed it onto the floor, rasping, “See? Safe sex and easy clean-up.”
She fell back onto the bed, trying to steady her breathing, and Billy laughed. “Even more that I’ve learned from you, Mistress. I am truly a beneficiary of your knowledge tonight.”
Eve grinned and flopped onto her side, peering up at Billy where he was straining to look down at her. “You’re quite welcome, indeed.” Heaving a deep sigh, she squirmed to sit up, feeling her body cooling down again. “So, now that we’ve got that sorted, are you up for something new?”
Billy’s eyes lit up in eager anticipation and he said, “You haven’t disappointed me yet, Mistress.”
“Ah, flattery. Well played, sir.” She flashed an amused smile at him, and he grinned back. “All right then, time to flip you back over.”
He immediately rolled over, resuming his position on elbows and knees for her to place the pillows under him again. Then, when he was resting comfortably, she turned her attention to his rosy arse and the dappled pattern of lines and dots decorating it. Pleased with her handiwork, she knelt between his spread legs and grazed her fingernails over his skin, humming in satisfaction at the way he jerked and cried out.
“Think you can take more spanking tonight?”
“I’ll try, Mistress.”
“Hmm, let’s see what we can do to distract you from just the pain.” She picked up his prostate massager and examined it. It was curved silicone and not too big, perhaps four inches long, with an extension curled to press against the perineum once inserted. It was unobtrusive enough that it wouldn’t stick very far out, and she smirked in wicked glee as she opened a condom and rolled it onto the toy. She brandished it in his field of vision and lilted, “Do you want it, Billy-boy?”
He sucked in a sharp breath and said, “Oh, god, yes, Mistress. Please, yes.”
Purring in approval, she put on two more of her nitrile gloves and grabbed his lube. She settled in behind him and ghosted her open hands over his heated cheeks, enjoying his yelps and shivers. With a firmer touch, she gripped his arsecheeks and spread them, baring his twitching hole to her view. With one hand she held him open, and the other trailed a lone finger down his cleft, circling his entrance and eliciting a deep moan from her captive playmate.
“Sorry it’s cold.” She dripped the lube onto him, and he sucked in a shocked breath, trying to clamp down against the chill. He relaxed again once she started smoothing the lube in a gentle circle, teasing him and bidding the tight muscle to give under the careful pressure.
After several minutes of slipping and circling and barely pressing the pad of her finger against his hole, she dipped in, a tingle rushing over her at how easily his arse seemed to suck her finger deeper as he voiced a deep groan. The toy was thicker than her single finger, so she kept up her steady thrusting and circling until she could add a second finger, feeling him flutter around the intrusion.
His muscles were tense along his entire body, but he wasn’t squeezing her out or preventing her entrance. Still, she murmured, “Billy? Talk to me, Billy.”
His voice was gravelly with raw desire as he said, “Green, Mistress. So fucking green...”
“Good. I think you’re ready.” With that, she withdrew her fingers, huffing in amusement at his moan of protest, and replaced them with the toy, sliding it in easily and settling it into the contours of his arse. It was snug and secure, and he let loose a moan of rapture when it pressed against his prostate.
Eve shifted and moved to stand next to the bed, watching Billy clench his muscles and rock his hips, moving the toy inside him and massaging his own prostate without having to touch it himself. It was clear that he was well versed in how to manipulate the massager to best effect.
Stripping off her gloves, she picked up the riding crop and said, “Count to six for me.” Then, before he had a chance to look back at what she meant, she swung, the leather of the crop making a sharp crack in the otherwise quiet room.
Billy’s strangled shout was followed by a shaky, “One,” and she landed another blow on the opposite cheek, hearing his choked, “Two!” Before she could swing again, he flinched away and cried, “Yellow!”
Eve immediately stepped back, letting the crop dangle at her side. Billy was heaving deep breaths, clearl
y trying to regain control of the shudders wracking his body. Two scarlet spots stood out against the flushed pink background of his tender arse. An idea struck her, and she grabbed another toy. “Still yellow?”
“For the moment, Mistress, yes. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry for doing what you should to get what you need. That’s why we have rules. I’d like to offer you something else, if you like - not spanking.”
He frowned for a moment, then said, “All right.”
She touched the toy to the massager and twisted the base, turning on the vibrator. Billy’s eyes flew open wide and a shout burst from his lips. The shout turned into an ululating moan, and his eyes rolled back as his hips started grinding, his arsecheeks flexing and squeezing the massager.
She simply held the vibrator against him, watching him bliss out at the sensations. She couldn’t help but smile, and said, “Is that more like it?”
Billy panted and said, “Greengreengreengreengreen, Mistress. Fuck, yes, green!”
Eve laughed. “Ready to try again?”
He nodded, eyes closed and mouth slack with pleasure. Keeping the vibrator where it was, she smacked one cheek with the crop, and he barked, “Three!” She paused to see if he would yellow again, but he just kept groaning and grinding. The last three swats were met with the same reaction, and she dropped the crop back onto the towel, then turned off the vibrator and returned it as well.
Billy’s body was glistening with a fine sheen of sweat and mottled with a heated flush. When she had removed the toys, he had all but collapsed into a shivering wreck, sprawled over the pillows under his belly. Eve reached out and gently caressed his back and arse, soothing him as he swallowed and panted. His arse was so hot against her palm, and she itched to spank him again, feeling the sting of her flesh hitting his.
She continued stroking him until his trembling eased and he had regained control of his breathing. His expression was a mixture of beatific daze and exhaustion. A peek underneath confirmed that his erection was nearly purple and he was leaking copious amounts of pre-come onto the duvet.