Derek’s nibbles on my shoulder made me squirm. I angled my face to his and he took possession of my mouth. Our tongues came together, but his was in charge. His hand captured the nape of my neck and he held me to him with a needy passion. It stole my breath and a wellspring of saturation spread below.
He released me and anchored my shoulders, so I faced the wall. His hot breath flowed over my skin. “Was somebody a bad girl tonight?”
I heaved. “Yes, I was a bad girl.”
“Do you deserve to be punished?”
“Yes. I misbehaved, and my panties are wet.”
His index finger ran over the thin cotton fabric. “What should I do about that?”
My pulse quickened. “Tear them off, please, tear them off.”
He ripped them from my body. “Now bend over and close your eyes.”
I obeyed with my ass in the air and the side of my face resting on the cushion. I heard the rustling of Derek’s clothes hitting the floor and his feet padding over the carpet. He certainly took his time while I maintained my position, trembling in anxious longing. I was tempted to open my eyes. It was sheer torture waiting for him. The room grew silent. Did he leave? A misty sheen of wetness dripped down my inner thighs. My clit twitched in rich arousal. I allowed a daring hand to dive between my legs and graze over my soft slickness. It was a risky little move, but I took it. My naughty fingers wriggled my folds with gusto. Who knew how long I had to go at myself before—
—“Nia Kelly, you little fiend. You’ve just landed yourself in more trouble, young lady.”
Well, fuck me, hard. I could only hope.
A dresser door opened and closed, and a thud followed. My eyes were still squeezed shut, but he was right behind me. I felt the heat radiating off his body.
He slipped the blindfold around my head. “I wasn’t going to blindfold you, but you’re very disobedient tonight. Take those mischievous hands and open yourself to me. Show me my naughty pussy.”
My mouth went dry and beads of sweat prickled on my skin as I spread my cheeks and my most delicate tissues for him.
He placed his hand on top of mine and pulled me open wider. “There, that’s better. Hold just like that.”
His index finger ran the length of my badlands and sent a rousing shiver streaming through me. He repeated the same motion, skating the handle of the riding crop over my vibrating pussy flesh. He pushed the tip inside me and my inner muscles gripped it as it shifted back and forth. My lusty hole surged with a renewed deluge of juicy squirts.
I panted. “Oh yes, more. I need more.”
He removed the great humping handle. “You think you deserve more after misbehaving?”
I whimpered, “Yes.”
“You’ve made a mess on the riding crop.” Derek perched the handle at my lips. “Lick it clean.”
I sucked my saturated tormentor inside. My taste buds were struck by the leathery texture of the crop and my sweet nectar. With the blindfold, I was cast further into another world where namaste met naughty play. Derek was pure fuck magic. I was so lost in my mouth task, my hands slipped from their spreading duties.
He retreated the handle. “So disobedient. I told you to leave your hands there. You’ll have to be punished more severely.”
He plucked up my wrists and slapped the furry handcuffs on them. The fur tickled the top of my crack. I was bound, blindfolded, and boiling with desire. Derek brushed the crop over my bottom and I braced for the first crack.
His voice was low and husky. “Baby, you need a safe word, in case it’s too much. We’re just playing. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. You never have. Please, Derek. I want it so bad.”
“Safe word, my angel. No arguments. You’re already in enough trouble.”
My mind drew a blank, but my mouth blurted, “Wine!”