Monday Morning Microgasm
She stands, hands cuffed above her head, as he stalks around her, cracking his whip on her flesh. “Do you want it?” “Yes, Sir.” Snap, nipple. Snap, nipple. “Are you sure?” “Yes, Sir.” Crack, clit.
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Monday Morning Microgasm
The soft clink of a chain her only warning before the nippleclamps sink in. She arches and whimpers, but he only slides inside her and yanks down hard on the chain.
Monday Morning Microgasm
Grabbing her by the throat, he shoved her up against the wall. His hand slid down inside the front of her skirt as his mouth crushed against hers in a hungry kiss.
Monday Morning Microgasm
He tossed her over his knee, lifted up her skirt and yanked down her panties. “Count them.” He smacked her bare ass with his broad hand. “One.” Smack “Two.” Smack “Three…”
Monday Morning Microgasm
He leans close, hand on her thigh, One. She turns to glare at him, fighting a blush, Two. She drops her head, trying to block out the people all around them, Three.
Monday Morning Microgasm
The rope hugs her body; wrap after wrap, holding her tight. Biting into her skin, teasing her nipples as he draws it across her breasts. He yanks her up by the crotch rope for a hungry kiss.
Monday Morning Microgasm
She felt him behind her. She was wrapped in his arms. His hot breath on her neck. He sank his teeth into her throat.
Monday Morning Microgasm
His hand snaked up into her hair, fingers curling tightly against her scalp. His lips brushed her ear as he whispered softly, “I love you.”