Eyes gently lowered, slender hands claped tightly behind her naked back, she gracefully lowered herself to the sand and kneeeled, as she knew He preferred. Shivering slightly, the chilly ocean breeze assaulting her creamy skin, she spread her legs wider, resisting the urge to rub her throbbing clip. Goose bamboos dotted her breasts and arms, not only from the cold night, but also in anticipation of what was yet to cum.
She was rudely awakened from her silent reverie as His strong hand firmly cupped the back of her neck, roughly pulling her towards Him. His deep-throated laughter bringing molten tears of joy to her eyes. Without any prompting, she raised her hands to her long, silky auburn hair. She gathered it up in her damp fists, lifted it up from her neck and waited.
A gentle sight of content escaped from her throat as she felt the cold steel on her hot, flushed skin. Her throbbing cunt grow wet as she heard the snick of the lock on the collar He placed on her, claiming her as His Own.
Reaching around from behind, He massed her rock-hard nipples, pulling and twisting them into hard, tight buds of aching need. Trembling from His touch, she relaxed some and allowed the painfully pleasurable sensings wash over her. Her needy, greedy cunt drenched with desire, pulsated with the wanting of Him inside.
Reaching into His leather toy bag, He withdraw His viper, knowing that it was her most favorite of all His harshest whips and floggers. Drawing the viper along her burning skin, He chuckled at her immediate response. Her child-like giggles mingling with His Own pleased laughter. He gently placed the viper beneath her nose, allowing her a long, deep, whiff of the sensitive scent of the leather.
A slow smile spread across her face as He reached around and shoved two fingers deep into her awaiting pussy, checking for evidence of her desire for Him. He was NOT disappointed.
Placing a gentle kiss on the inside of her neck, He suddenly grabbed a fistful of her hair, biting her delicate neck as He bent her head back, forcing her eyes to meet His. Not breaking their shared gaze, He forced her to her knees, rapidly unzipping His pants.
She quickly released His throbbing cock from its confines, placing a firey, molten kiss on the head of His swollen shake. Her soft tongue playedfully teased and tormented Him, as she alternatively sucked at the very essence of Him, drinking Him in, then gently biting along the length….a sweet torture of her own.
Roughly placing His hands along each side of her face, He pulled her to Him once again, burying Himself deeply, to the hilt, into her mouth and throat. Pumping His hips in tune to the silent music in His head, He throw His head back, eyes dancing skyward, as He fought the urge to spew molten jets of cum down her willing throat.
Shoving her almost cruelly away from Him, He grabbed His fur-lined cuffs from His bag, a heavy chain and padlock as well. After kissing the soft insides of her wrists, He attached the cuffs to the chain, threading the links through well-worn holes in the pier pipelines.
Bending down to retrieve the forgotten viper, He placed a row of gentle kisses on her calves, her ample buttocks, along the criss-crossed scars on her back. Drawing His arm back, He delivered the first singing lashes, watching the immediate welts as they appeared on her tender flesh.
Biting Her lip to keep from crying out, she hugged the post He had chained her to, the barnacles cutting tiny patterns into her cheek. Lash after blessed lashed rained down upon her, sending her soul spinning towards a different, yet familiar place. Her mind and body numb to the excite pain. She felt only waves of intense pleasure as He possessed her once again.
When He was totally spent, He carefully unchained Her, gently lowering her into the crashing surf, the salt water washing away the blood from her newest whip lashes. The roiling sea cleansing her wounds; adding to her pain…heightening her pleasure.
Lovingly brushing her soaked hair from her eyes, He placed gentle kisses on her salty, wet forehead, her eyeselids, her swollen lips, the tip of her baby-cute, upturned, button-nose. God! How He loved her, His very Own slut puppy, His pleasurepet, His whippingslave….His and His alone.
Effortlessly scooping her up into His massive arms, He headed back towards their cottage, leaving behind only His footprints, soon to be swallowed up by the merciless waves.
Karen Warren-Malcom, June 8, 2001 Dedicated to my Master.
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