Room 206: Part 3

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She was still trembling in the aftershocks, thighs slick, the fluffy tail quivering with every little after twitch. I eased the Lovense Domi away from her clit and brought the soaked head up to her lips.

"Good girl.... Open."

She parted her mouth obediently. I slid the bulb between her lips, letting her taste herself.... sweet, tangy, unmistakably aroused. Her tongue swirled around it instinctively, eyes half lidded as she cleaned every drop. A quiet, needy hum vibrated in her throat.

"Good girl.... You taste like pure sin."

I pulled the wand away and gathered her into my lap for a moment. Soft kisses along her jaw, her temple, the corner of her mouth. Slow, grounding. Her breathing steadied against my chest, body melting into mine, the collar still snug around her throat.

After a few minutes I kissed her forehead and eased her off me. "Bend over the bed again, kitten. Hands flat, ass up."

She moved into position, presenting that perfect, already flushed heart shaped ass. I picked up the paddle this time.... wider, heavier than my hand, the leather promising a deeper sting. The first swing landed with a solid thwack across both cheeks. She gasped sharply, body rocking forward. I gave her a moment to feel it bloom, then another, and another.... steady, measured rhythm, each one ***ting fresh heat over the earlier redness. The paddle bit sharper than my palm, leaving broader, darker patches that made her whimper turn into soft, broken cries. By the tenth she was swaying, thighs trembling, cunt glistening anew.

I set the paddle down and knelt behind her. I leaned in and kissed her glowing arse a few times.... soft, lingering presses of my lips against the hot, marked skin. She sighed, hips shifting slightly at the contrast of tenderness after the sting.

I guided her to stand in front of the full length mirror on the wardrobe door.

"Look at yourself.... Look at how beautiful this pink arse is. All marked up for Sir."

Her reflection showed flushed cheeks, parted lips, eyes glassy with subspace. The paddle marks glowed hot against her skin, a perfect map of surrender. She bit her lip, a small, shy smile breaking through.

"Back to Nadu.... Kneel and wait like a good girl."

She dropped gracefully to the floor, knees wide, palms up, gaze fixed on me. I moved to the door nearby, took one of her realistic dildos from the table, and suctioned it firmly to the wood at exactly mouth height.

"Crawl to it, kitten. Show Sir how you worship cock. No hands. Just that pretty mouth."

She crawled forward on all fours, tail swaying, hips rolling with every movement. When she reached the door she rose onto her knees, leaned in, and began. Slow at first.... soft kitten licks along the shaft, circling the head, tracing every ridge with the flat of her tongue. Then she opened wider, taking the tip past her lips, sucking gently, cheeks hollowing. Inch by inch she worked it deeper, bobbing slowly, saliva starting to shine along the length.

I stepped behind her, knelt, and pressed the Domi wand back to her swollen clit. The low buzz made her moan around the silicone, the sound muffled and wet.

"Suck it like a good girl.... Spit on it. I like it sloppy."

She pulled off just enough to let a thick string of spit drip onto the head, then dove back in, messier now.... drool running down her chin, wet sucking sounds filling the room as she fucked her mouth on it.

Her hips rocked against the wand, desperate. I held it steady, increasing the intensity.

"Eyes on the cock, slut. Don’t stop. You’re going to cum while you gag on it."

Her moans turned frantic, vibrating down the shaft. I started the countdown, voice low and firm.

"Five."

She sucked harder.

"Four."

Drool spilled over her lips.

"Three."

Her thighs shook.

"Two."

Gagging softly now, taking it deep.

"One. Cum for me, good girl."

Her body locked up. A ***d, desperate cry muffled around the dildo as the orgasm tore through her. She gagged hard, throat convulsing, spit dripping down her chin and onto her breasts while her cunt pulsed against the wand. She shuddered violently, knees buckling slightly, but never pulled off.... kept sucking through the waves until I finally eased the toy away.

I let her catch her breath, stroking her hair as she panted, mascara slightly smudged, lips swollen and glossy.

"Beautiful.... So fucking beautiful."

I helped her to her feet and guided her to the bed. "Lie back for me. Arms up."

First the nipple clamps.... small, adjustable ones with rubber tips. I teased each nipple with soft kisses until they were hard peaks, then slowly closed the clamps. She hissed, "Ouch," body arching.

"Easy, kitten.... We’ll go gentle.... for now."

She whispered back, "I’ve only worn them once before."

Then the soft leather wrist cuffs. I fastened them around her wrists and clipped them together above her head, stretching her arms out so she lay completely open and ***.

Finally the pink blindfold.... I tied it snug, plunging her into darkness.

She lay there completely exposed.... wrists bound above her head, nipples clamped and throbbing, collar still on, plug tail swaying between her spread thighs, pussy glistening and swollen from everything so far.

Sensory deprivation was my favourite part. No sight, only touch, sound, my voice, my breath.

I started slow. Feather light kisses down her neck, across her collarbone, over the swell of her breasts.... careful around the clamps. My lips traced lazy circles on her stomach, dipped into her navel, then lower, kissing the sensitive crease where thigh met hip.

She whimpered, hips lifting instinctively.

Then the riding crop returned.... not hard, not yet. Just the cool leather tip gliding over her skin.... along her arms, down her sides, circling her clamped nipples, trailing over her inner thighs. Teasing closer and closer to her dripping cunt without touching.

A soft pat on one breast.... light sting through the clamp. She gasped. Another on the opposite side. Then down to her thighs.... inner thighs.... sharp little taps that made her thighs quiver. Finally, the lightest pat directly on her swollen pussy lips.

She moaned loud, back arching off the bed.

"Patience, little slut.... We’re just warming you up. There are so many more orgasms waiting."

The crop kissed her again.... soft, teasing, building the heat slowly while she writhed blind and *** beneath me.

To be continued...