All Souls' Night - Renee Rose Page 0,255

my wrist.

“You’ve had lots of practice with that.” Her words still my hand. There is only her. My mind recalls no one else.

“I’m only following what your body tells me. If you’re a good girl, I will use my favorite flogger next time.”

“I’m not so sure I will want that when you wield your cat so wonderfully.”

My hand flicks out rapidly and a crack splits the room, louder than her moans. My dick goes hard as stone when red dots appear on her backside. “Your skin should always be painted pink.”

“Yes.” The word hisses from her. The air is erotically charged and, much to my surprise, doesn’t only entice a sexual response. A weight has been lifted from my chest. This has been a long time coming. I can’t imagine a woman better suited to be mine.

My eyes follow Armando as he saunters around me like a panther circling his prey. As I twist my upper body to keep my gaze fixed on his rippling muscles, my nipples pucker and pebble harder.

He drops the cat o’nine tails and pushes my stockings and panties down my legs and drapes them over the cross. His eyes assess me, hooded, and burning my flesh. He has the cat in his hand again. I bend forward and move my legs apart, placing my ass and core on display. My arousal wets my inner thighs, and my pussy clenches in anticipation.

I am completely at his mercy, and couldn’t be happier. I close my eyes and enjoy the bite as the leather strands hit my flesh again. One of the tails curves over my shoulder and bites the top of my breast. A delightful slash between my legs, and another stroke bites close to my clit. Armando presses his hardon against my ass as he runs his nose up the column of my neck.

My heart takes off into a steady gallop, and sweat covers me from head to toe. A frightening primal hunger radiates deep from his eyes. I’m suddenly not sure I’m ready for what he wants. I trust him enough to submit, but that’s it. We barely know each other. A few kisses and a quick but amazing fuck today, along with almost daily flirting, don’t count as a relationship.

As if sensing my disquiet, he cups my face, and I gaze at him over my shoulder. His mouth presses gently to mine. He licks my lower lip and takes advantage when I gasp. His tongue slides inside my mouth and glides along mine in a way that has me forgetting everything except how much I want him to fuck me.

Breaking the kiss, he takes a step back and lifts his arm into the air. My core clenches at the prospect, and his hand comes down. The leather bites my skin. He hits me several times before stopping.

Armando runs a finger through my slick folds. “You’re beautiful.”

I shudder with each masterful stroke between my legs. He dips inside and rubs my G-spot, shoving me to the edge of my impending climax. He slides out and circles my clit, caressing the length of my wet slit. I buck my hips, trying to get him where I need him. “Holy shit. I’m so close.”

“Don’t you dare come until I give you permission.”

My pussy aches at his command, and I close my legs. I glare at him. “Not helping.”

“I want to taste you after I’m done with the tails. You can hold on a little longer.”

I’m not so sure about that, but I nod. I will do my best, but there is no deterrent really. I know he’ll punish me if I disobey, and that pushes me closer to the edge. I cry out when the tails sting across my ass and thighs. My back arches and my legs go wide again.

He swats again, but softer. I open my mouth to ask for more when the ends bite into one of my nipples. The sting quickly transforms into pleasure. It only increases my need for release. Now, my hips are thrusting back and forth of their own volition.

Stronger lashes stripe my skin, delivered closer together. He’s testing me. I pant and shake my head when he shifts his angle. The next blow lands on my pussy. “Ah. Yes!” My scream echoes around the playroom.

Armando abandons the cat o’nine tails and drops to his knees beneath me. With his body under the bench, I can barely see the top of his head. His mouth covers my clit and all