The sound of the impact surprised her. The palm of her hand stung and quickly turned red as the crack bounced off the walls. His head jerked to the side, whipping around with more force than she expected. A small, palm shaped welt formed just below his cheekbones.
She did not breathe as she watched him tense his muscles. The room was silent. He grimaced and she waited, tightening her grip on the crop until her knuckles turned completely white.
His head faced forward now, but he didn't raise his eyes to look at her.
"Thank you," he said. "Mistress"
Her body relaxed.
"Do you want to touch me?" she asked.
"Yes Mistress."
She offered him one foot, clad in slick leather. He took it. His hands completely engulfed her foot, surrounding it with large, thick fingers. One kiss landed gently on the arch of her foot. The other he pressed against her ankle. Then he paused.
"Yes, you are allowed," she said.
His kisses moved higher. Now at the base of her leg. Then at the small, soft swelling of her calf. He kissed the smooth well behind her knee, holding the thickness of her thighs in his hands. He even left the wet mark of his lips on the shiny latex that stretched over her bottom and hips.
Then he paused between her legs. Smelling her sweetness. Feeling her warmth radiate.
"Do you want to kiss me there, pet?"
"Yes," he said.
She gripped the crop again, digging her lacquered nails into the woven handle.
"Stand up."
The outline of his body swallowed hers as he rose. He straightened his whole body slowly, moving one muscle at a time. When he was done, he towered over her.
She came close to him. She leaned her hands against his broad chest and strained on the tips of her heels to bring her lips close to his face. She smiled at him, and he brought his head down to her reach.
Her spit landed right between his eyes.
"Yes, Mistress," she said.
