Room 206: Part 2

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The toys lay neatly arranged on the table like offerings, each one a promise of what was to come. Her breathing had already quickened, shallow and eager, as she waited for my next command.

"Take off the dress," I said quietly. "Then stand against the wall, facing it. Hands on the plaster, feet apart."

She obeyed without hesitation. The black fabric slipped down her body in a slow whisper, pooling at her feet. Beneath it, the lingerie clung to her like a second skin: sheer straps crossing her back, the thong cutting high on her hips, framing the perfect, heart-shaped curve of her ass. Full and firm, the kind of ass that begs to be marked, to be gripped, to be worshipped and punished in equal measure.

I moved behind her, close enough that she could feel the heat of me without contact. My fingers traced the line of her spine first, light as breath, then firmer, mapping every dip and swell. I leaned in, lips brushing the sensitive skin at the nape of her neck, inhaling the clean warmth of her perfume mixed with the faint, intoxicating musk of her excitement.

"Are you going to be Sir's good little slut today?" I murmured against her ear, voice low and deliberate.

"Yes, Sir," she whispered, the words trembling with need.

My hands explored her then, unhurried. Palms sliding over the lace-covered swell of her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples until they hardened into tight peaks. Down her waist, over the flare of her hips, cupping that perfect ass and squeezing until she gasped softly. Fingers gliding along the edges of the thong, teasing the sensitive skin where lace met flesh, but leaving her covered for now....building the anticipation.

I stepped away just long enough to retrieve the riding crop from the table. The leather tip kissed her skin first: a teasing glide along her inner thighs, up the curve of her ass, across the small of her back. Then the first sharp snap landed on one cheek. She jolted, a small whimper escaping. Another on the opposite side, then lower on her thighs, the sting blooming into warmth. I varied the rhythm, ***ting faint red lines across her flawless flesh, watching her body tense and relax, listening to the way her breaths turned ragged.

"Turn around and come here," I told her.

She moved to the bed on unsteady legs. I sat on the edge and patted my thigh. "Over my knee."

She d***d herself across my lap, ass up, head lowered submissively. The position made her ***, exposed, her cheeks on full display beneath the thin strip of the thong, the fabric already darkened slightly at the crotch from her growing arousal.

"What time did I say to be here?" I asked, voice calm but edged with authority.

"Eleven, Sir."

"And what time did you arrive?"

"Eleven thirty, Sir."

"You're over thirty minutes late." My hand came down hard on her right cheek, the crack of palm on flesh echoing in the small room. She yelped, body jerking. I didn't pause. Left cheek, right again, alternating in steady, deliberate rhythm. Each smack built the heat, turning pale skin to deep pink. She squirmed, thighs clenching, the thong shifting slightly with every movement, her whimpers melting into soft, needy moans.

When her ass glowed hot under my palm, I stopped, rubbing slow circles over the tender flesh. Only then did I reach for the thin straps at her hips. With a slow, deliberate tug, I unhooked the thong and let it fall away completely, baring her pussy and ass to the cool air of the room. Her lips were swollen and glistening, the delicate pink folds slick and inviting, her arousal already dripping down the insides of her thighs. I let my fingers drift lower, sliding through her drenched slit, feeling how utterly soaked she was...her cunt hot, slippery, clenching greedily around nothing as I teased her entrance lightly. She moaned into the mattress, hips rocking back instinctively, desperate for more friction.

"Good girl," I murmured. "You take your punishment so beautifully... and look how drenched this greedy little cunt is now. All from a proper spanking."

I helped her slide off my lap and onto the floor. "Kneel. Nadu."

She assumed the position instantly: knees wide, back straight, palms resting on her thighs, eyes lifted to mine. Her face was flushed, lips parted, gaze liquid with submission and desire. So fucking beautiful like that, open and aching.

I reached for the collar. Black leather, simple but sturdy. I fastened it around her throat, buckling it snug, then clipped the leash to the front ring. A gentle tug brought her up onto her knees. Our mouths met in a deep, hungry kiss, tongues sliding, her soft moans vibrating against my lips as I claimed her.

When I broke the kiss, I tugged the leash downward. "Bend over the edge of the bed."

She obeyed, chest pressed to the mattress, ass presented high, that perfect roundness still flushed from the spanking, her bare pussy glistening below. I selected the butt plug with the fluffy tail, slicked it generously with lube, I pressed the tip against her. She tensed, then relaxed as I pushed steadily. The moment it breached her, a loud, raw moan tore from her throat. Her body shuddered violently, and the plug slipped right back out, her muscles clenching in surprise at the sudden fullness.

I set it aside gently and gathered her into my arms instead. She curled against my chest, breathing hard, trembling with the intensity of it. I held her close, stroking her hair, kissing her temple, whispering soft praises against her skin until her breathing evened out and the tension melted away.

"Ready to try again, kitten?" I asked quietly.

She nodded against me, eyes glassy but determined. "Yes, Sir."

This time I went slower, more deliberate. I pressed the plug in again. Inch by inch, watching her face in the mirror across the room....lips parted, eyes fluttering shut, a long, low moan building as it finally seated fully inside her with a soft pop. The tail swayed between her thighs, brushing her soaked pussy with every tiny movement.

"Crawl for me, kitten. Show Sir how pretty you look on the leash."

I led her around the room on all fours, the tail brushing her calves with every movement, her hips swaying, breasts swaying beneath the lace. Every tug on the leash made her arch her back more, presenting herself deeper, the plug shifting inside her with delicious pressure.

Back at the bed, I had her bend over my lap again, this time face down across my thighs. I reached for the Lovense Domi wand, pressing the bulbous head against her soaked clit. I started slow, the vibrations low and teasing, circling her most sensitive spot until her hips bucked involuntarily.

Her moans grew louder, breathier, desperate.

"Who do your orgasms belong to?" I asked, voice firm over the hum of the toy.

"They belong to you, Sir," she gasped.

I increased the intensity, holding the wand steady as her body tensed. "Good girl. Now count down with me. When I reach one, you cum hard for Sir."

"Ten,"

"Nine."

Her thighs trembled.

"Eight."

She whimpered, grinding against the toy.

"Seven... six... five..."

Her breaths came in short, sharp pants.

"Four... three... two..."

"Please, Sir..."

"One. Cum for me like a good girl."

Her body seized, a loud, broken moan tearing from her throat as the orgasm crashed through her. She shuddered violently, hips jerking, cunt clenching around nothing as waves of pleasure ripped over her. The tail quivered with every aftershock, the plug still buried deep.

When she finally stilled, panting, she whispered hoarsely, "Thank you, Sir."

I stroked her hair, still holding the wand lightly against her oversensitive clit. "That's the first of many more to come today, little slut. We're just getting started."

Her eyes fluttered up to mine, glazed and hungry, already craving the next surrender.

To be continued...😈

[Sk****]

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[Asphx62]

Brilliant! 😈