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The Evening

Posted 06-18-2019 at 09:13 AM by Crionex
Updated 06-18-2019 at 11:48 AM by Crionex

She teased him as she ate her dessert. Deliberately looking him in the eyes with each mouthful. He had watched on in amusement.
As she finished, he quickly requested the bill, he didn’t want to wait around much more. He needed her.
He paid, they put on their coats and headed out into the rain.
A taxi was hailed and within seconds they were in the back heading home.

For a change, the driver didn’t want to make small talk, fine with him, he wasn’t in the small talk mood. As he looked ahead out of the window, he placed his hand on her thigh, just above the knee… nothing unusual except the squeeze of his fingers into her skin.
He held just long enough to get her attention, he then let go softly. Slowly. His fingertips gently brushed the inside of her thigh, just below her skirt.
She blushed slightly, knowing they were not alone and turned her head to look out of the window.
He continued… his fingertips moving only millimetres up her leg. Just gently brushing. Back and forth. Back. And forth.
She clenched. The heaviness of her plug becoming noticeable again. It’s movement sending a shiver of pleasure up her spine.
His fingers moved up further, now under her skirt. Her eyes remained looking out of the window… she was beginning to lose her composure.
He sat there in silence. A small smirk creeping across his face.
Closer.
His hand stopped moving, his thumb was now just stroking her thigh.
Not fast. Not slow. Just… perfect. She was becoming needy.
The warmth and arousal grew steadily between her legs. She needed to get home.
At last the driver hooked the left and turned into their street. His hand withdrew to her anger and delight.
He got out of the taxi, walked around and opened the door on her side, taking her hand and aiding her exit. Their eyes met and both smiled, “Thank you”, she said.
They walked hand in hand across the street to their door.
He opened the door and allowed her to walk in first.
It was cool and dark… She started to walk towards the light switch but was stopped in her tracks by a sudden gripped hand in her hair, “Ow”.
He pulled her back against him. He was silent except the low growl in her ear.
Her eyes rolled and bit her lip… That sound killed her everytime.
“Do not move” He said.
She didn’t reply, just complied.
He reached into his pocket and took out the silk blindfold. He placed it over her eyes and adjusted the elastic straps.
He loved running his fingers through her soft dark hair, playing with it was a calm for him.
Brushing her hair to the side, he lent in and kissed her neck. Soft and gentle. Her knees weakened.
The palm of his right hand pressed into her lower back, gently tracing it up her spine until his fingers found the zip.
A gentle wiggle and a soft tug loosened the zip. He pulled on it, all the way down her spine.
His hand reached up and under the material of the dress at her shoulders and gently pushed it off.
Her dress fell to the floor around her feet.
He placed his hand on the nape of her neck and whispered, “Walk”
She did, guided by his hand… their familiar house didn’t feel familiar now.
“Stop”, he said.
He opened the door, he took her by the neck again and guided her though the doorway.
“Stop.”, he commanded quietly again.
He let go of her neck and she heard his soft footsteps head away from her.
She stood there in silence, not knowing what to expect next.
The silence was deafening, she even wondered if he had left her there alone.
But across the room, he was lent back on the edge of the table, gazing at her.
He smiled, watched her. He adored her. She was a beautiful woman.

“Kneel”
A short, simple instruction. She dropped to her knees.
“Yes, Sir”
He stood and turned to face the table. On there was the riding crop, the flogger and a paddle.
He took the crop and walked towards her.
He continued to admire her, he couldn’t help it.

She felt him get closer. Without her sight, she relied on all of her other senses. She felt him near.
He raised the crop, the soft leather tip on the end gently rested on her skin.
She felt it, on her left breast, barely touching her but just enough to get a tingle. He gently stroked it down over her skin.
Over her nipple which hardened instantly.
He done the same on her right breast.
Slow.
Steady.
He then brushed the tip across, nipple to nipple. Back and forth.
Then it went away. A little confused.
Whack. A firm strike on the side of her breast, causing her to flinch with a small yelp.
As she composed herself from the sudden startle, the soft leather brushed across her nipple again. And again it disappeared.
Whack. Another strike, this time to the other breast. Another yelp.
He moved the tip of the crop to her cleavage and guided in down over her tummy, down and between her legs.
He gave a firm tap just above her clit, she groaned in pleasure.
Another and another. Tap. Tap. Tap. Then moving the crop down between the folds of her pussy, guiding it back and forth, she wanted to move her hips in time with it.
She was soaked.
He took the crop away, “Lean down. Feet apart, forehead to the floor, arms out in front of you”
She followed his instructions. Her arse raised up in the air.
He walked around her, picking up the ankle spreader bar. Kneeling behind her, he clamped each ankle. His hand caressed her skin. Goosebumps. He ran his hand between her legs. He throbbed at how wet she was… it got him every time. He leant forward and tasted her, he let out a growl, fuck she tasted so good too. He craved her taste.
He stood.
Admired her form again.
“Give me your wrists” he said as he took off his tie.
She placed them behind her back and he bound them together with the silk tie.
He kissed and sucked her fingers. His hand caressing the cheek of her arse.
He kneeled again. Whack. His hand met her skin.
Instant warmth
She let out a loud moan.
His hand caressed her skin, spreading the warmth of the impact.
His hand moved to the other cheek, a caress.
Whack. His hand firmly meeting her skin again. Caressing and spreading the warmth as she moaned.
He placed his left hand near her wrists and gripped his tie. His right hand still caressing her skin.
Whack. Whack. Whack. Whack. More moans as his hand kept impacting her skin. He caressed again and spread out the warmth on both cheeks.
Her skin was becoming a beautiful shade of red and very warm. He liked seeing his hand marks on her skin. Pretty, he thought.
He stood and walked back to the table, picking up the flogger.
Standing over her, his legs at her sides, he let the lengths of leather stroke over her skin.
He liked the flogger. Especially from this angle and the effect it had on her as it brushed over her warm skin.
He raised it, and brought it down firmly on her. The lengths of leather meeting her arse, the back of her thighs and sweetly between her legs. Her groans got deeper. She loved this pain over her pussy. She clenched as much as she could with the little movement she could do.
Whack
Again across her arse and thighs.
She groaned even deeper. Soaked was now an understatement.
Her wetness was now running down her thighs.
He placed the flogger on the floor and knelt over her. He kissed the small of her back, her skin warm and tender. His hands caressed, she welcomed them as he spread the warmth.
His hand slid between her legs. The tips of his fingers pressed against her clit, his palm pressing against her plug. She growled…. How delicious that felt.
He moved his hand slowly. The sensations running through every inch of her body. She knew she couldn’t last much longer.
Whack, caress
Whack, caress
Whack, caress….
His hand spanking her firmly
Her breathing quickened in seconds
His hand still toying with her clit and plug at the same time.
Pleasure ran through her body.
She was dripping down her legs
“Please…” She mustered
“Please, what?” He said
Whack
Groan…
“Please, Sir…”
“Please, I need to cum”
“You need to cum?”
“Yes, Sir…”
“Not yet”, Whack.
Growl…
“I can’t….”
Whack
He caressed her skin.
“I am going to count down from 10”
“Please…..” she mumbled
“10”, Whack.
“9”, Caress.
“8” Whack.
He continued alternating between spanks and caresses as he counted down,
She was desperate. Needy. Wanting.
“3” Whack
“2” Caress
“1” Whack
He pressed his fingers deep into her, her moans deep and loud
“Zero". Whack. “Cum, cum for me”
Before he even finished speaking, her whole body buckled, She was loud, her orgasm ripped through her, Shaking, Breathless,
“Ffffucckkkkk”
Growls.
“Fuckkkkkk”
His hands gripped her waist and held her still.
A breathless calm slowly came over her, too sensitive to talk or move. Her body covered in beads of sweat.
He released her ankles and let her legs rest on the floor.
He loosened the tie and freed her wrists and lifted the blindfold from her eyes.
Her eyes remained closed, the light hurt a little.
He sat next to her, she lifted her head onto his lap and he began stroking her damp hair.
Reaching over he pulled the blanket, and wrapped it over her.
She nestled, and got comfy.
He leaned down and kissed her forehead.
“You are wonderful… And you are my good girl”
He smile, closed his eyes, and found his calm playing with her hair
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