Thirty Three
Ash
Releasing her, I leaned back to gaze at her beautiful body. I’d waited for six years to see this woman, really see her in all her nude glory. Her perfect breasts, hard nipples, her long legs…It was a moment I wanted to savor. All of her tight, taught, tanned skin shimmering in the lighting. Everything about her was magical, down to the way that she stood, swaying in need of my touch. She was perfect.
I found myself overcome with desire as she stood there, staring into my eyes, and just waiting for my command. I rose up, lifting back to my feet as I walked over to the rack on the wall and pulled out my favorite riding crop. Black and shiny, I had never wanted to use it on another person as much as I wanted to use it on her in that moment.
“Show it to me,” I commanded.
Standing nude before me, she trembled. A combination of anticipation and curiosity. “Show you what?” she asked, not arguing but clearly asking for clarification.
“Your pretty little cunt,” I replied darkly, smacking my crop against my thigh for emphasis. The sound reverberated through the air and I could see her shiver even further with anticipation. Good. I planned to use it on her, and I knew that she would love it just as much as I loved watching her flesh redden under the crop.
Shyly, she reached down between her legs, parting them slightly. She was entirely nude now, but her legs weren’t far enough apart for me. Her pert nipples stood at attention, though, a dusky rose color that darkened the more turned on that she became. I liked that even more. I wanted to put my lips back on them again and bite until they bore the marks of our love-making.
“Not like that.” I reprimanded, stepping back to her once more. “Open your legs more.” I commanded as I prodded her with my crop for emphasis.
Biting her lip, she pulled her soft folds open, exposing her hardened pink clit to my hungry gaze.
“That’s it.” I murmured in approval as I moved closer to her to whisper in her ear.
“That sweet little pink bud that swells and swells the more you touch it. Tingles too, doesn’t it? That throbbing, pulsating feeling shooting through your body. With every touch of your finger, you just get wetter and wetter, don’t you, baby? “
She nodded, rubbing her fingers across her wetness in response, her fingers pulsing with the vibration of my voice in her ear. Like she could get off to my voice alone. And who knew, maybe she could. That was an experiment for another day though, tonight I wanted her to myself too badly.
“That’s what I like, Amber. Do you want to be my sweet little sub? Tell me how you like touching yourself,” I whispered, my lips brushing the shell of her ear with each word.
Looking down, I saw the wetness glistening on her thighs.
“Tell me how much you like touching your pretty little pussy,” I commanded.
“I like it,” she whispered softly still caressing herself. Her eyes glazed with desire.
“Tell me!” I lashed the crop against her firm ass.
“I love it!” she cried still strumming her fingers back and forth.
“That’s it. Now please me by rubbing that little cunt until your juices drip down your thighs. Then, and only then, will I allow you to taste the pleasure of the pain my crop will give you.”
My eyes trailed her body until I reached her face. Amber reached to run her fingers through my hair. She was looking up at me her blue eyes shining with…
Something…
Desire?
Lust?
Something more?
No, it couldn’t be!
Breaking my gaze, I reached to tear the panties from her body. Groaning softly, she stepped out of them.
Pressing my face to her, I inhaled her scent. She smelled like heaven. Running my hands up the length of her luscious legs, I knew I would find her wet. And I did, well before I even reached her pretty little cunt.
My cock throbbed with need as I gently brushed my fingers across her wetness, rolling into the apex of her thighs greedily.
I couldn’t wait any longer! I swept her into my arms and brought her over to the leather bench.
“Ash, are we going to play now?”
“Do you have to ask?”
Slamming her roughly against the bench, I took my favorite pair of restraints into my hand.
As I noticed the look of fear in her blue eyes, I felt my cock lurch. Not even Veronica had turned me on this much.
“Turn around and spread your legs,” I commanded.
Biting her lip, Amber complied. With her high heels still on, she stood nearly six feet tall. A formidable woman she was…the challenge I’d so longed for…she was right here in front of me.
Perhaps the woman I’d been waiting for my whole life.
She was there. Her long honey colored hair lay in silken strands against her nude body. Her immense breasts were so firm and sat high upon her chest shadowing her tiny waist and firm, toned abs. Her pussy was shaved with a neat dark blonde landing strip. Her ass was firm and rounded.
Staring at her, my mouth fell open in awe. I’d seen many, many women in my life, but she was, without a doubt, the most beautiful of them all.
Even more beautiful than Veronica.
Because I could see her heart. Her trusting, beautiful heart laid open before me like a submissive presenting herself.
Which she was that…
Everything I’d ever wanted.
That thought kept racing through my head.
Complying with my wishes, she turned and bent over the bench. Her breasts hung lushly from her body.
“No, Amber, I need your wrists first.” Quickly, I bound her wrists with the leather restraints tying them so tightly they cut into her skin.
Wincing, she turned back around and leaned over the bench. Her magnificent ass was poised in the air just waiting for me to strike her.
Walking over to my assortment of toys, I selected my favorite riding crop. “Darling Amber, I am going to strike you now. I want you to count off out loud each lash.” Precum oozed from the tip of my cock as I brought my crop down against her ass over and over.
“One! Two! Three!” she cried.
With each blow, I felt myself falling deeper and deeper into her. I’d had scenes with many women before, but she was different. This was more than just a spanking.
This was real.
All of a sudden, I was snatched from this scene of ultimate pleasure when Amber’s phone rang.
“Ignore it,” she whispered.
Over and over again, the phone buzzed. The sound was becoming quite distracting.
“I will allow you to answer it, Amber.” I unbound her wrists as she sprinted over to her purse.
Looking down at her phone, her face went pale.
“It’s my father, Ash. He’s gone,” she whispered.
“What happened?” I dropped the crop on the floor.
“My sister said he passed away a few hours ago. Heart attack.”
“Oh my God.” I opened my arms as Amber collapsed sobbing into them.