Burning For Orgasm.

Chapter 13.

Jasmine’s lips twitched, her skin prickling from the warmth of his breath.

Her cheeks hallowed a soft breathless moan escaping her lips as he drew the flog across her stomach.

Her muscles tightened, heat burning against the layers of her skin.

Jerald’s lips curled into a low grin, he dragged the flogger up, watching her body twitch at the sensation, in one fluid movement he raised the flogger, smacking it across her C-cup boobs.

Jasmine arched.

“Goodness…” she gasped, the word tearing past her lips, raw and startled.

Her body jerked, back arching instinctively. She had not expected it to be this fun. In her wildest dream, getting flogged had never crossed her head, let alone, desiring more of it. Her pussy burned from the sensation and her lips parted as the flogger moved across her body sending a tickling wave across her spine.

Jerald lips curled low, a dangerous smirk wrapping around the right corner of his lips. How he loved her reaction to this.

He lean in gently, trailing the flogger against her skin. “Thats for questioning me…” his voice was hot and deadly dripping with satisfaction.

Jasmine eyes rolled against the blindfold. She knew. She knew it was his way of punishing her, but what she most certainly didn't know was why she was enjoying every bit of this gibberish.

Jerald’s hand moved, cock twitching as he moved the paddles lower, letting it trail beneath her breast, across her ribs, studying the rise and fall of her breaths and the restrain her thighs were pulling into.

His eyes followed the paddle, jaws ticking as he dragged it lower, teasing the skin just above her navel.

Then he stopped, letting the paddle linger on that spot before raising it up and landing another smack on the spot.

“Oh My God!” Jasmine arched as the paddle struck the curve of her small belly.

Her fingers twitched in their binds, a shiver rolling through her thighs.

“God..” She mumbled, hating how good it felt. And hating herself for loving this.

Jerald cock throbbed, her moans spiking his blood.

“That’s for questioning me.”

He moved the paddle agains, circling her slowly and watching her chest as they rose and fell, watching every tremble of her legs and every positive reaction her body made for him.

Oh, she would make a fucking damn submiss.

She would be so fucking perfect on his bed, taking his cock like master’s good girl.

As the paddle skipped between her thighs, every nerves in him desired to spread her legs tightly and shove himself into her.

But… he couldn't. Not at the moment, so he shut his eyes, deciphering every ounce of desire he had for her, while letting the paddle trail up and down, letting it graze her inner thighs, Jasmine’s pussy tightening, dripping against her pants. This is the wettest she had ever been. Not for herself, not for anybody.

While she was lost in thoughts, lost in the anticipation of what the next would be, the paddle landed on her skin, hard against the top of her pussy at the most unexpected moment.

“Oh God!” Jasmine moaned, her voice coming our strained. Her knees shook against the binds, body trembling for more and more of this sensation.

She bit hard on her lower lips, trying to silence every moan. But his voice came out, edged into a growl.

“That is for rolling your eyes at me.”

Jasmine quivered beneath his words.

Her chest heaved, her lips parted as if to speak but couldn't.

Her body was starting to betray her. Not in pain, but in pleasure. In something more than she should accommodate.

Her nipples peaked beneath the lace, her panties darkened with wetness, her thighs involuntarily pulling.

Then he stepped back, action calm and calculated.

His reached for the drawer behind, dragging it open.

The soft mechanical whirr of a vibrator hummed to life, and the moment the sound reached her ears—her whole body jerked.

“Wha is that?” her voice strained, heart beating rapidly in panic.

Jerald didn't reply, instead, he stepped behind her, slow and silent, reaching for the blindfold.

The moment he pulled the blindfold off, her eyes blinked open, wide with heat, fear, and confusion.

He leaned close to her ear, breath dragging slowly and deadly against her skin.

“This is something Master uses to punish disobedient Sumiss like you.”

Punishment? Her belly tightened, curling round with excitement. Punishment never sounded this good. Not when her parent rendered one to her and not when Aunt Beatrice made her pay when the cup was too full.

But this time. With Jerald.

There was something about his punishment that excited her, leaving her to crave for more and more of him.

His hand moved to her panty clad pussy. Fingers dragging over her lace soaked pants.

Damn! She was wet. She was dripping. The image spilled into his head. A hot and almost realistic one, but he never went down on his knees, never sucked a lady even if knew just how to do it.

But here, he was fantasising about spreading her legs wide and burying his face between her laps, licking, gliding and sucking on every juice until she had nothing left for him.

His breath locked but he didn't speak. He just watched. Savored and appreciated how beautiful she looked trembling like this for him. Bounded, spread completely open for him.

Jasmine breath ragged at the way his eyes devoured her. Her body was betraying her, betraying every stubborn word that left her mouth earlier.

He hooked his fingers under the edge of her panties, dragging them down slowly while letting his fingers graze her skin, eyes fixed on her for the entire time.

Jasmine's thighs twitched. She watched the fabric as it slid past her thighs, catching momentarily on the tremble in her legs. It fell to her feet and he stepped close. One hand slipped between parted thighs, warm and commanding, pressing gently outward.

Jasmine flinched at the touch, not in fear, but in anticipation of what those hands would do to her.

Her body responded, mind catching up, but Jerald watched, not saying anything.

Instead, he brought the vibrator forward, it's quite hum slicing through the room like a promise.

And then, he moved the vibrator closer, with his eyes holding onto hers, he pressed it in letting it touch her clit.

“Oh my Goodness…” Jasmine gasped, her back arching into a restrain as the shock ran through her body, while her head fell slightly backward, hair brushing her shoulders.

Her breaths flattered, body shaking.

“Ahhhhhhhhh…” she screamed, her voice cracking like a whip in the room.

Her hips jumped at the friction, instinctively trying to pull away, but the binds held her perfectly still.

Hot tremor ran through her thighs but he didn't give her time, he pressed it lightly, watching her lips as they parted, eyes fluttering half-shut, breath catching.

Her body jolted in the binds, hips twitching as the vibration sent ripples through her nerves. Her chest rose slightly then fell just as fast, lips parted. Jaws tense.

Her pussy throbbed, stomach tightening as every inch of her trembled.

The toy moved again, rolling, teasing,

“Oh…” she moaned. Throat tight, and low.

Jerald smiled at the soft surrender.

“Look at that..” he murmured, voice brushing the edge of her ear. “Not even five minutes in and you already shaking.

His eyes moved around her body and she bit her lips hard, trying to stay quiet. Trying to stay stubborn. To not moan to him.

But her legs were trembling now, trying to close against the restraints, hips pressing forward even as her mind screamed to pull back.

She was not going to give him what he wanted, but the tip of the vibrator circled her clits, just a little more pressure. A little more pace.

“Ohhh…” her moan came in gritted. Controlled but breaking.

Jerald chuckled.

“You are fighting hard.” His voice was Low. Cruelly soft. “Very soon…” the vibrator slowed, his mouth moving closer.

“…. This body will wear my marks.”

Jasmine body shuddered, wondering what it would be like to have his mark around her body.

The toy dipped dangerously close to her entrance and then back up.

“Very soon…” he whispered, “these thighs will spread the moment I walk in the room.

“Mm…” she let out... Half a moan, half a growl. Still trying to hold the line.

“And this mouth.” He moved a finger to her lips, trailing his thumb gently against her lower lips.

His voice dropped darker. “This mouth will beg for everything I do to it.”

His eyes locked against hers, lips parted while he continued moving the toy, pulsing and ruining.

“You will say that I own you…” “Not yet, but soon—Jasime’s head fell back, lips parting in another gasp as the rhythm built.

Her hands clenched. Her whole body was drawn tightly like a bow. Every nerve exposed. Every breath a fight.

Then slowly and suddenly, be pulled the toy back—just slightly.

Jasmine whined.

“Ohh…” a small, high and broke sound slipped past her lips and he smiled.

“I am going to tame every demon in you…” he moved the vibrator closer letting it ride her slowly.

“And you… are going to be just as good as I desire you to be.”