stopped. 'It's very strong,' she said, coming towards me again, her grace perfect in the spike heels. 'Would you like to try to break loose?' The little petticoat slid up on her thighs, the little nest of hair prickling under the white cloth. I shook my head. I knew she was going to touch me again. I couldn't stand the tension. 'You're impertinent, Elliott,' she said, her breasts almost grazing me. Her fingers were spread out flat on my chest. 'It is "No, Madam" and "Yes, Madam", when you speak to me.'
'Yes, Madam,' I said. The sweat had broken out all over me. Her fingers moved down over my belly, her right forefinger pressing into my navel. I couldn't keep quiet. Quickly, she dropped her hand to touch my cock. I moved my hips back away from her. And her left hand went up behind my neck. She moved to my side, her right hand pinching the loose skin of my scrotum very hard, the fingernails biting into it. I tried not to grimace. 'Kiss me, Elliott,' she said. I turned my head towards her, and her lips nudged at my mouth, opening it, and that electric shock came again. My mouth locked tight on her. I kissed her like I wanted to swallow her. I kissed her like I had her on a hook. I could hold her that way, no matter how helpless she had me, that's how strong the current was. I could lift her by the sheer power of it, draw her out of herself, and when through this delirium I felt her breasts against my side, I knew I'd done it, that I had her. And the kissing was wet and luscious and sweet. Her nails pinched the flesh around my scrotum harder, but the pain mingled with the force passing out of me into her. She was up on tiptoe with her whole weight against my side, her left fingers clasping my neck, and I was feasting on her, my tongue inside of her, and my wrists ground into the leather cuffs trying to break loose beyond my control. She pulled away, and I closed my eyes. 'God,' I whispered. And I felt her wet sucking mouth on my underarm, pulling at the hair so hard that I winced. I was moaning out loud. She'd gathered my balls up in her right hand, was massaging them, gently; ever so gently, her lips sucking on the skin of the underarm and I thought I'd go mad. My skin, all over, had come alive. She bit into the flesh, licked at it. My body went rigid, my teeth gritted. I could feel her fingers letting go of my balls, and closing round the shaft of my penis, and stroking it upwards. 'I can't ... can't ...'
I said between my gritted teeth. I danced backwards, straining not to come, and she let go, tugging my face around and kissing me again, her tongue going into my mouth. 'It's worse than being whipped, isn't it,' she purred under the kisses, being tortured with pleasure?' I broke away this time, pulling free of her, and then I kissed her all over her face, sucking at her cheeks and her eyelids. I turned and thrust my cock at her, against the thin cotton of her slip. The feel of her through the cotton was too exquisite. 'No, you don't!' She drew back with a low, sinister laugh, and smacked my cock with the flat of her right hand. 'And you never do that, until I tell you that you can do it.' She slapped my cock again, and again. 'God, stop it,' I whispered. My cock was pumping, hardening with each slap. 'You want me to gag you?' 'Yes, gag me. Do it with your tits or your tongue!' I said. I was shaking all over, and without meaning to, I yanked on the leather handcuffs as if I meant to try to break loose. She laughed a low, vibrant laugh. 'You bad boy,' she said. And there came those taunting, punishing slaps again. She brought her nail across the glans, and then pinched it shut. Yeah, just a rotten kid, I wanted to say but I swallowed it. I ground my forehead into my forearm, deliberately turning away from her. But she took my face in her hand and pulled it around. 'You want me, don't you?' 'Like to fuck the shit out of you,' I whispered. In a