“What color are you?”
His reaction was immediate. “Green, Master.Green.”
Well, if he could get that much out, Iwasn’t going to pull back yet.
“Then I’m waiting.” Tapping his ass withthe crop to jog his memory, I did my best to keep my voice firm. “You won’tlike my reaction if I have to tell you again.”
It might’ve been easier for him to answerif I’d stopped trailing the crop over him, but he was reacting so wonderfullyto it that I had no desire to stop teasing him yet.
Ridley tried to get the words out severaltimes, but every time he got close, I’d tease his hole or the tip of his dick.After a few moments when all I got were moans and desperate, sexy wiggles, Imade a low tsking sound.
“It looks like you’ve decided to benaughty.” That one sentence seemed to light him up because his entire bodytensed and I knew he’d barely held back his orgasm.
He didn’t like disappointing me, but theidea of being punished pushed every button he had.
Walking around the front of him, I strokedthe crop up his thighs and over his cock before circling back down again,repeating the slow motion over and over. When he was shaking and precum wasbeading at the tip of his cock, I let the crop stroke just under his erection.
He was so close I could almost taste hisdesire with every breath.
“I’m going to give you one more swat withthe crop.”
It seemed like the idea shocked him becausehe immediately froze. “You’re going to tell me where you think I should punishyou.”
This was going to be fun.
“If you make the right choice, I’ll let youcome.” He was so turned on that he was almost vibrating with need and theanticipation of what might happen next.
As the words sank in, his mouth droppedopen and he shivered again. “Master? I? But?”
“Do you want to come?”
His nod wasn’t a surprise.
“Do you want to please me?”
He let out a quiet moan, then nodded again.“Yes, Master.”
“Do you want to suffer for me?” I didn’tbother to hide the desire in my voice as I whispered my wicked question.
He sucked in a breath and nodded, his bodyback to shaking with desire and dirty fantasies. “Please punish me, Master. Iwant to suffer for you.”
Giving him a tender kiss on his cheek, Ikept my voice low. “That’s my good boy. Where do you want me to punish you?Tell me, boy.”
It took several long moments before hemanaged to get the words out as I stroked the crop over his cock. I’d have lethim come no matter where he asked to be punished, but making him work for itwas so much better than simply choosing myself.
“My cock…Master…I…” He’d worked himself upto a frenzy of worry and frantic desire, so I knew he was hanging on to hiscontrol by a thread.
Timing it perfectly, I stepped back andgave his dick a light tap with the crop. “Come.”
He exploded, cum and desperate criesstreaming out of him as he shook and unconsciously fought with the restraints.Tossing the crop aside, I wrapped one hand around his chest to keep him steadyand grabbed his dick with the other. Jerking him off to continue the pleasure,I kept pushing more sensations through him until he sagged in my arms andeverything went limp.
The restraints were easy to release, so inseconds I had him in my arms and carried him over to a small couch tucked inthe corner of the room.
It’d made me glad I’d taken my gym sessionsseriously lately.
We were definitely going to do this when hewas restrained to my bed next time, but since he was so out of it that hedidn’t realize I was huffing and puffing, I didn’t bother feeling embarrassedabout it.
When he was resting in my arms with theplug finally out, I released the blindfold covering his eyes and draped himwith a small blanket, thankful that I’d prepared for this moment earlier whenI’d first gotten everything ready.
