City Of Need

🔥🔥🔥 29 ❤️‍🔥 Shrug

London

'Cake walk, Baby Doll?'

Roxy has the audacity to grin and then giggle as she says, 'I didn't mean to say that out-loud.'

'You just earned another five strikes. That's ten strikes to your clit. Do you understand?'

'My clit? You mean my pussy, right? Like on top of the folds.'

'No. I mean your clit.'

'But... ' her eyes plead. She looks down at her legs. They're apart but not wide enough to expose her clit. She looks back up at me. 'But how?'

I crouch down to her ankles, loosen the chains so that they have a longer reach. Then walk to the shelves. I know I saw a spreader bar on them earlier.

Carrying the bar back to her I spin it, majorette style, grinning as I walk.

She rolls her eyes at that and mutters, 'So smug.'

I stop right in front of her. 'Really?'

The chains rattle again with her approximation of a shrug.

'Do I need to make it fifteen strikes?'

Her expression instantly changes from rebellious to contrite. 'No Sir,' she says, all humour gone from her voice. She bites the inside of her cheek. She knows she's gone too far, but there's still that little devil in the corner of her eye. The demon in me is daring it to come out to play.

I twirl the spreader bar one more time then drop to my knees in front of her attaching it to each ankle. I spread it slowly apart, pushing her legs open as her back drags down the cross. Her arms stretching straight above her head. I'd like to see her try and shrug now.

My demon starts to fight its way through my body into my mind. I have to be careful. There's something about Roxy completely incapacitated like this, that has me equal parts wanting to dish out heavy punishments and also wanting to protect her.

I stand in front of her. The basement is comfortably warm but her body is slick with sweat. Her legs tremble and the muscles in her stomach flex as her arms being pulled above her head cause a stretch right through her body.

I stroke the side of her face. She smiles compliantly, looks deep into my eyes, holding my gaze for what feels like a lifetime and then says, 'Hello Sir.'

I feel her soul touching mine. Not just eye contact but our beings seeing each other. 'Hello Baby Doll.'

I kiss her gently. She kisses back urgently. My hand slides down her neck, traces her collar bone. The dip there, between the bone and the muscle. I glide the flat of my hand along the muscle from her shoulder up to her neck. Circling her throat, squeezing a little, making her cough and splutter into my mouth. Then removing it and running it down the lean muscles of her stomach to her pussy. She's drenched. I pull away as I remember that I owe her a punishment.

Picking up the crop I tap the side of her face, causing it to scrunch in confusion. The alteration from loving to harsh too fast for her to adapt to.

'Ow,' she winces.

I tap it again, harder this time and say, 'Eyes on the crop.' As I drag it down her body.

Her eyes follow it then flick to me. I stop the movement and tap her sharply. 'I said, "Eyes on the crop." What part of that don't you understand?'

'Sorry Sir,' she gasps. Her eyes going back to the crop.

'Good girl.' She warms my heart when she falls into this place of complete compliance. I know she's not meek by nature. That's why I'm attracted to her. That's what makes moments like these so special. Because we do this together- I push and she pushes back but to get to this place of surrender is like walking into a dream. A very surreal dream.

I drag the crop down over her pussy, touching it gently on her clit. She gasps. I run the shaft of the crop over her clit, then run it back.

'Get ready Baby Doll.'

'Yes Sir,' she says between gritted teeth like she knows what this pain will feel like. Like she's done this before. 'Sir?' She whispers.

'Yes?'

'I've never done this before.'

Ah, that makes me happy. I'm the first. 'I'll go easy Baby. At least on the first strike,' I say pushing the shaft of the crop against her pussy. Then pulling it away and pulling back my arm ready to strike. I need to be precise. Need to hit her where it counts and not too hard. Luckily I've had plenty of practice.

I release the stroke, the crop whips through the air and lands directly on her clit, just hard enough.

'Ow!' She screams, screwing her eyes shut. 'Ow, ow, ow...'

'Two..'

She screams louder this time.

'Three.'

Her eyes fly open. They're full of tears. They spill over, mixing with her mascara. Black tears tracking down her face.

'We're going to do this in groups of five. Two more to go Baby. Can you take it?'

Her head slumps forward and she nods.

'Use your worlds Doll. Do you need a time out?'

She lifts her head. Her eyes sparkling with tears. Her little devil back in them. She flicks her head, flicking the hair from her face and through her tears she smiles. Then licks her lips. She looks down at my crotch and I realize I'm hard.

'You little brat. What am I going to do with you?'

'I can think of a few things. Why don't you unchain me and I'll show you?' She licks her lips again. Then says, 'That is... If you've run out of ideas... '

I love her. I love this woman. Plain and simple. I've never met a brat like her...