brushed lightly over her chest and slipped under the lace of her shirt she knew her dizziness had nothing to do with lack of oxygen and everything to do with the man touching her.
She waited breathlessly for him to make a move. Her knees quaked as she wondered what he’d do next. Would he tear off her clothes or undress her slowly? Would he fuck her from behind or maybe spank her again? She wasn’t sure how she felt about that, but the initial slap had sent a bolt of heat straight to her pussy.
Her nipples tightened as he continued to fondle her breasts under the shirt. When he pinched one bud hard, she gasped at the sting but the pleasure that shot from the tender point afterward made the slight pain more than worthwhile.
“It’s too bad you can’t see yourself right now. Your nipples are as red as berries and your breasts look like the finest cream. I’ve never wanted dessert so much in my entire life.”
Reannah couldn’t answer, couldn’t form words in her lust fogged brain. His warm voice caressed every nerve ending even as his fingers plied her breasts. The most she could do was let out a whimper when his soft lips nipped along her bare throat. She could feel a faint hint of stubble along his jaw and the slight rasp teased her with thoughts of what that would feel like on her nipples.
Or between her legs.
She clamped her thighs together to stifle the ache blooming there. The feel of his fingers manipulating her nipples caused ripples through her entire body. Her pussy quivered with every tug and stroke and she swore she was about to come from his ministrations.
Christ, I’d like my clothes off for at least one orgasm tonight!
“Not yet, my sweet. I have a lot more planned for you tonight.”
Oh dear, had she said that out loud?
He stepped away from her, dropping his hands.
The air felt cool against her nearly naked ass without his body behind her. Reannah could hear him moving around but didn’t know what he was doing. It sounded like he was gathering things onto the nearby table so they’d be in easy reach but she couldn’t imagine what he was getting. The scarf covering her eyes frustrated her as much as it excited her.
Almost.
“Now, slave, you’ve been a very bad girl.”
The crack of a whip made her jump half a foot. He wouldn’t really use a whip on her, would he?
Of course he would. She didn’t know anything about this man, hell, she didn’t even know his name. Just because he resembled Kiefer didn’t mean he was Kiefer. For all she knew he could be a sadistic bastard who loved to hurt women.
Nerves doused the raging fire that he’d built earlier. But before she could step away, he laid a gentle hand along her cheek.
“This is just fun and games, if you get nervous, just say the word and I’ll stop. Okay, luv ?”
“Y-yes.”
Her shoulders relaxed and tension slid from her body, until he cracked the whip again.
Now she felt a tension of a different sort. Right between her legs.
“How should I punish you, slave?”
Her highwayman ran the whip over her chest, teasing her nipples with the handle. It felt like soft leather and not in the least bit uncomfortable. The tail slipped over her shoulder and skimmed her back.
“I think you need to be properly prepared for your punishment.” Without another word he yanked her shirt down her arms, freeing her breasts from their silken confinement. “Ah yes, much better.”
He eased her arms out of the sleeves and placed them back on the post when he was satisfied. The cool air brushed her freed nipples and sent tingles rippling through her. The whip snaked down her chest and her highwayman pulled it tightly between her legs. Reannah’s breath caught as his fingers brushed her swollen pussy.
He slid the whip down her torso and over her clit, rubbing against the thong with enough pressure to tempt but not to push her over the edge.
“Bend over,” he growled in her ear.
She did as he said without the slightest hesitation.
She waited breathlessly for him to make a move. Her knees quaked as she wondered what he’d do next. Would he tear off her clothes or undress her slowly? Would he fuck her from behind or maybe spank her again? She wasn’t sure how she felt about that, but the initial slap had sent a bolt of heat straight to her pussy.
Her nipples tightened as he continued to fondle her breasts under the shirt. When he pinched one bud hard, she gasped at the sting but the pleasure that shot from the tender point afterward made the slight pain more than worthwhile.
“It’s too bad you can’t see yourself right now. Your nipples are as red as berries and your breasts look like the finest cream. I’ve never wanted dessert so much in my entire life.”
Reannah couldn’t answer, couldn’t form words in her lust fogged brain. His warm voice caressed every nerve ending even as his fingers plied her breasts. The most she could do was let out a whimper when his soft lips nipped along her bare throat. She could feel a faint hint of stubble along his jaw and the slight rasp teased her with thoughts of what that would feel like on her nipples.
Or between her legs.
She clamped her thighs together to stifle the ache blooming there. The feel of his fingers manipulating her nipples caused ripples through her entire body. Her pussy quivered with every tug and stroke and she swore she was about to come from his ministrations.
Christ, I’d like my clothes off for at least one orgasm tonight!
“Not yet, my sweet. I have a lot more planned for you tonight.”
Oh dear, had she said that out loud?
He stepped away from her, dropping his hands.
The air felt cool against her nearly naked ass without his body behind her. Reannah could hear him moving around but didn’t know what he was doing. It sounded like he was gathering things onto the nearby table so they’d be in easy reach but she couldn’t imagine what he was getting. The scarf covering her eyes frustrated her as much as it excited her.
Almost.
“Now, slave, you’ve been a very bad girl.”
The crack of a whip made her jump half a foot. He wouldn’t really use a whip on her, would he?
Of course he would. She didn’t know anything about this man, hell, she didn’t even know his name. Just because he resembled Kiefer didn’t mean he was Kiefer. For all she knew he could be a sadistic bastard who loved to hurt women.
Nerves doused the raging fire that he’d built earlier. But before she could step away, he laid a gentle hand along her cheek.
“This is just fun and games, if you get nervous, just say the word and I’ll stop. Okay, luv ?”
“Y-yes.”
Her shoulders relaxed and tension slid from her body, until he cracked the whip again.
Now she felt a tension of a different sort. Right between her legs.
“How should I punish you, slave?”
Her highwayman ran the whip over her chest, teasing her nipples with the handle. It felt like soft leather and not in the least bit uncomfortable. The tail slipped over her shoulder and skimmed her back.
“I think you need to be properly prepared for your punishment.” Without another word he yanked her shirt down her arms, freeing her breasts from their silken confinement. “Ah yes, much better.”
He eased her arms out of the sleeves and placed them back on the post when he was satisfied. The cool air brushed her freed nipples and sent tingles rippling through her. The whip snaked down her chest and her highwayman pulled it tightly between her legs. Reannah’s breath caught as his fingers brushed her swollen pussy.
He slid the whip down her torso and over her clit, rubbing against the thong with enough pressure to tempt but not to push her over the edge.
“Bend over,” he growled in her ear.
She did as he said without the slightest hesitation.
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