could feel himself getting hard
with each stroke of his tongue. Magnus wanted to rip off her cat suit and fuck
her right then and there, but he had to remember his role. He was the
submissive and wasn’t supposed to dominate the situation.
“That’s enough licking.”
She walked to the opposite end of the room. The back wall
was lined with shelves and atop each shelf was some type of sexual device.
There were leather hand and ankle restraints on the top shelf, a spiked dog
collar on the second, a flogger and a broad paddle pierced with holes on the
third shelf.
He watched her examine each unique gadget and waited
patiently for her to decide which one to use. She picked up the paddle and
softly patted it against her thigh.
“You’ve been bad, haven’t you?”
He nodded.
“That’s what I thought.” She strutted toward him. “I think
you need to be disciplined, don’t you?”
He nodded repeatedly.
“Bend your ass over. You need a good spanking.”
Magnus, down on all fours, turned his rear end toward her
and waited anxiously for his lashing. The first lick was too soft. He wanted to
say harder, but he wasn’t in control. If this had been his bedroom, he would’ve
orchestrated the entire session, telling his lover exactly what to do in order
to please him.
“I didn’t hear you scream. I guess that wasn’t hard enough.”
She then drew back the paddle and gave him a forceful thrashing.
He flinched. “Spank that ass, baby,” he mumbled.
“What did you say? Did I tell you to talk?” she said, giving
him another hit.
Magnus leaned into the holed paddle, enjoying every painful
lash.
“That’s enough spanking for one night. Now I want to be
pampered.” She went over and sat on the cozy red velvet sofa. “Come here and
rub my shoulders. All that spanking wore out my arm.”
Magnus was still reeling from the pain she had inflicted and
didn’t really pay her voice much attention. He was concentrating too much on
pleasing her and right now she wanted a massage. His massive hands kneaded her
muscles until she moaned in pleasure.
“That feels so good. Don’t stop.”
He trailed his hands from her shoulders, down to her
breasts. And even though she hadn’t instructed him to touch her below the
shoulders, he did so anyway. She had turned him on and he wanted to return the
favor. Her nipples responded, firming with his touch.
“I didn’t tell you to rub me there.”
He immediately stopped.
“But now that you’ve started, keep going.” She unzipped her
cat suit just low enough for him to gain access to her bare breasts.
Magnus stuck his hands underneath the latex and gently
rubbed the top of her nipples with the palms of his hands.
“Mmm, I like your touch.”
He didn’t speak. He went from teasing her nipples to cupping
and massaging her breasts. Pleasing her was a major turn-on. He wanted to lay
her down on the floor and pleasure her with his penis, but he wasn’t in control
of their session and unless she requested sex, foreplay would have to do.
Magnus thought about suggesting intercourse, but he had
already overstepped as a sub. He was still new to BDSM and wanted to try every
aspect of the culture, from being subservient to dominant.
As they were giving and receiving pleasure, the red light
above the door flashed, indicating the end of their session.
Magnus watched her rise from the sofa and stretch. She faced
him and said in a husky voice, “Until next time.” And then she left.
“Damn, I don’t know who this chick is, but she’s bad,” he
said, standing up and rubbing his raw ass.
Chapter Nine
The lunch rush at Lavender was over and Kendall was in her
office calculating the dinner receipts from the night before. Even though she
had an accountant on staff who went over the books, she still perused every
single receipt. She had heard horror stories about owners who left the business
end of the restaurant to their CPAs, never once looking at the books and in the
end
Walt Browning, Angery American