Fruits & Laughter

Ferrara

“Good, pet,” I cooed sweetly as I ran my left palm over the bright red marks on her back, leaning forward at intervals to press a kiss or two as well. She'd impressed me well enough. She responded better than I expected, even with all the resistance — she'd bended to my will, and accepted defeat triumphantly. The slashes were healing quickly, thanks to endorphins and my little feathery-light kisses. Flipping her over, with her back on my knees, I spread her legs wider to get a whiff of her wet, juicy cunt.

Heavenly.

Tossing the flogger on the floor, I gave in to the urge — running my large, sturdy hands over her body, over her fine long legs, cupping her breasts and pulling at her pointed nipples.

“M-Master,” she rasped, her eyes closed shut as she melted into my touch. She'd been craving for it as well. How much more subservient could she possibly be?

Unfortunately, I was never only about pleasure. I liked pain as well. Loved it, and could go insane for it. So I squeezed and p