City Of Need

🔥🔥🔥 30 ❤️‍🔥 Bargaining

Roxy

London eyes me as I giggle at the bulge in his pants. He's good at being a Dom, but I beat him at being a brat. And this time I know I've won, because his eyes are full of want.

He slides his hand down my ribs, and leans into me as he says, 'That's five more, Baby Doll.'

'Yeah well, I figured that would happen.' It's impossible to shrug now with my hands stretched so tight above my head. So instead I roll my eyes. It's his pet peeve, I know that now.

'Another five. That makes twenty.'

'But I've already had three,' I squeak. All my bravado disappearing.

'Yes,' he smiles, 'You have. That makes seventeen to go.'

I never knew a crop could hurt this much. I have completely underestimated its potential. My clit is throbbing. Along with the muscles in my thighs which are pushed open to the point where I am balancing most of my weight through my arms. I know I can't do another seventeen - he knows it too. So what is he angling for? There is some game to be played- and I love playing games.

I drop my chin a little, look up at him through my lashes, make myself as subby as can be, and say, 'But not all to my clit Sir. I know you wouldn't want to do that to me.'

He cocks his head to the side,' 'Oh? Is that so Baby Doll?'

'Yes Sir. Because I know that really you just want to make me happy.'

He pulls his arm back so fast that I'm completely unprepared for the strike on my clit. 'Owwww!' I scream. 'Fuck, you fucking fucker.' My legs try once again to close, but it's impossible. 'That hurt. You didn't even give me a warning.' I'm crying again. 'I hate you London Ramona.'

'You're trying to top me again Roxy.'

Fuck. He knows every move. He's the first Dom I've met that can read me this way.

'Sorry Sir,' I mumble through my tears. Buying myself some time and some sympathy as I make myself like a rag doll hanging from the cross.

It must be working because he walks across to the refrigerator and brings me back a bottle of water. Holding it to my lips he helps me drink. Then kisses the water from my lips and the tears from my cheeks.

'Sir, I was thinking...'

'Yes Doll?' He says softly.

'I had this idea, well it's more your idea really...'

'My idea?'

'Yes, I thought you might have had the idea that we could come to some sort of arrangement over these strikes...'

His grin splits his face as he says, 'Oh really? We're bargaining now are we?'

'Well more like negotiating. I thought you might like it if you gave me one more strike and then wiped the slate clean in return for something else.'

That gets his interest. He takes a step back, crosses his hands over his chest, the crop still in hand and says, 'Like what?'

I look down at the bulge in his pants and he laughs.

'Oh no, Baby Doll. That is not a bargain, that is your reward.'

He steps back towards me and I brace myself for the crop. Instead of another strike he reaches up and unbuckles one wrist. What the fuck? Is he caving already? We've barely even started. Well that's disappointing.

'Are you letting me off so easily?' I ask.

'Not a chance,' he says as my arm drops to my side.

I roll my shoulder but now I'm lopsided with one arm still stretched above me and it makes it even harder to balance.

He takes my free wrist and kisses it where the imprints from the binds are. Then pushes it against my stomach and holds it there.

He smiles as he says, 'Five.'

'Owwwwww, fuckkkkkk,' I scream into his face as the crop lands on my clit.

He releases my wrist, but presses my shoulder against the cross keeping me balanced and stopping me from swinging to one side. Then says, 'You can rub it better now.'

I gingerly touch my hand to my clit. It is swollen, soft, like velvet, and so so wet. I was not expecting that.

'It's so soft,' I whisper. 'And so warm.'

'That's because all the blood has rushed to it. Rub it better now. I want to watch.'

I slide the flat of my hand against it. The pleasure is immense. Everything feels different.

'Look at your hand,' he says.

I look down, watch myself as I rub. 'It feels so fucking good,' I pant. Just about managing to stay standing...

'Yes, I know. Now Baby, I want you to make yourself come and then, when you've done that we'll start the bargaining...'