Micro Monday, Bondage, Flash Fiction

Give and Take: Whips and Licks

He took hold of his penis and began to rub it all over my face

Give… Then you get to take.

He secured my arms above my head, attaching the rope to a hook in the beam, and pulled my panties down. Picking up one of a selection of whips, he struck me on the arse. The small knots at the end of the lengthy tendrils packed a blow. The sting throbbed for a moment and as usual it made me horny as hell.

Bitter — sweet agony.

“Ask for it.” He demanded.

I whimpered, more please, as the whip landed across my stomach, causing my breathing to quicken.

He stood facing me, and we began to kiss, his fingers navigating the clasp on my bra at the same time. Hungrily, I tasted his lips as my breasts tumbled out of their confinement. His mouth found my nipples and began to tease and bite, before forcing his fingers into my cunt.

Next he chose a smoother whip, without any ties to punish the skin. He stood to the side of me and with a swift movement struck my breasts several times in quick succession.

But he wasn’t finished.

Untying me, he pushed me to my knees. Holding my head, he forced his hardened cock into my mouth and began to swing his hips forward and back for his pleasure. Then, he took hold of his penis and began to rub it all over my face — in my eyes and on my cheeks…

“Lick me gently.” It was an order.

I teased the end of his knob with my tongue, and at the same time he shafted his foreskin back and forth. He began to groan and in a start his warm cum spurted over my face and mouth. He took time rubbing it into my skin and hair, mouthing good girl.

My turn.

Positioning me on the bed with the mirror in view, his head went between my legs. Using his fingers and tongue, he forced me to climax.

We lay entwined, for now, satiated.

Another Flash from May

And one by Marsha Adams