It was more intense than a spanking from Red’s hand would have been, she thought, and a little scary. He was using an actual weapon of some sort on her—a tool of his trade.
But as Red continued to spank her with the thing—whatever it was—she started to relax into it. Sometimes he almost tickled her with it, swishing the strands across her behind in the most seductive way. And having that against her skin instead of Red’s touch, simply made her crave his touch that much more.
She heard him drop the instrument to the floor and then his weight was pressing down upon her back. His hot breath was on her earlobe. “Your ass is bright red from the beating I gave it, Nicole. Does that make you wet?”
“Yes,” she moaned.
“Let me see for myself.” He reached his hand around, between the bed and her skin, and soon he was sliding around her pussy, rubbing it, exploring it. The sensations of pleasure were almost too much for her to bear. “Oh god,” she cried.
“Don’t come,” he said, almost angrily. “I haven’t given you permission yet, slut.”
The word slut made her flinch.
“You’re my slut,” he said, as if clarifying. “And mine alone. Only for me, isn’t that correct?”
“I’m your slut,” she told him.
“I can do with you whatever I please.”
“Of course.”
“I can take you any way that I please. In your mouth, in your cunt, in your ass.”
She hesitated.
“Answer me, slut.”
“Yes. Any way you desire.” But she was hesitant.
She was still on her stomach, her face pressed against the bed. She could smell the freshness of the coverlet, which smelled of detergent and perhaps a spray or two of Febreze.
Red’s hands grabbed the back of her legs and pushed them apart so that she was spread eagle on the bed, and then he pushed his face into her wetness, pulling her hips into him as his tongue penetrated her dripping hole.
She had an unexpected orgasm as his tongue pressed first against her clitoris, flicking it multiple times and then searching deeper still.
Her hips bucked and her arms pulled against the handcuffs.
“Did you just come?” he asked. His voice was harsh and disapproving.
Ashamed, she nodded mutely.
“I told you not to do that.” He grabbed her beneath her torso and easily lifted her off the bed. She was suddenly standing again, but confused. With the blindfold on, it was difficult to tell where she was facing and there was a sense of vertigo.
“On your knees, my slut.” He took her by the shoulders and pressed her down. Nicole went to her knees—they dug into the soft carpet. “You’re going to please me now, since you’ve made sure to have your own pleasure first and foremost.”
She heard him unbuckling his trousers and then his hand was under her jaw, grasping it tightly, squeezing until her mouth opened. Suddenly, his erect manhood filled her mouth, large and demanding, thrusting deep into her throat unexpectedly.
“Take it all in,” he told her. “I don’t want you to stop until I tell you to stop.”
She opened her mouth as wide as possible to accommodate his girth. Her tongue slid around his thick shaft, and saliva spilled down her chin. Red moaned softly.
Nicole was actually enjoying it. The blindfold, the handcuffs, the sensation of being out of control.
Red was slowly moving his hips back and forth, sliding himself in and out of her mouth, sometimes nearly withdrawing. And then he would go all the way in, until he could go no further. She wasn’t sure she could take him like that, but after a few minutes she started to have more confidence in herself.
“Yes, my sweet,” he said, as his hips began to move faster.
Blindfolded and handcuffed, only her mouth could do any work. Nicole’s jaw was tiring from her efforts, but she wanted so badly to please him as he’d pleased her. She could feel everything now—the stinging sensations on her rear end from where he’d spanked her, the tightness on her wrists, the taste of him and his excitement as it built and built.
“I’m going to come now,” he stated, and then he spurted into her mouth and throat, moaning as he did it. “Swallow every last drop, Nicole.”
She did her best. There was a lot of it, and she had a brief moment of panic in the beginning when she thought she might choke. But eventually she was able to swallow everything, and Red withdrew himself from her mouth.
“You did well,” he said, and she could hear from his voice that he was spent.
There were rustling sounds as he pulled his pants up and buckled them, and then she heard him moving closer. He took off the handcuffs first, and then removed the blindfold.
Nicole blinked uncertainly up at him, still on her knees.
He stared down at her with a strange expression on his face. “You should clean yourself up,” he said, softly. “The bathroom is right through that door, and there are towels and everything you need inside.”