kinky || afi bdsm

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Lololololol you may get smut you may not idk what I'm doinggg

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Laying neatly in the trunk was an assortment of impact toys. There was my favorite and well used flogger: the tassels were black and purple. I had two canes, one oak and one bamboo. There were several paddles. One was a wooden hair brush which I was really partial to, along with leather and other wooden ones. I had a 30 inch riding crop, a couple wooden spoons, and a metal ruler.

My stomach was a flurry of butterflies as Ashton would pick up an item, tap it a couple times on his hand, smile and place it back. Then be moved on to the rest.

I had a small box full of many different colored candles. Several sets of nipple clamps, yards and yards of rope, leather restraints... you get the picture.

"I'm surprised," he said finally. "I didn't think you would have such an array already."

I shrugged, "I've been collecting for a while."

I watched as Ashton spread his legs slightly and patted one thigh. Allowing a small smile to form I took his offer and straddled his leg. His large hands rested perfectly on my hips, fingers grazing my ass.

"Y'know Miss Charolette, I can't stop this image playing in my head." He paused, placing an soft kiss to my lips. "It's of you..." he kissed a little harder. "And me..." his smooth lips moved more intensely, fingertips digging into my backside. "You are naked, laying back on this very bed." A firm swat landed on my right cheek. "Your legs are spread with that beautiful spreader bar you've got." He lifted one of my legs, throwing it over his other so he had both knees between my thighs. "Your arms are tied over your head, restrained at the wrists, and you've got that Hitachi wand strapped to your inner thigh. Right next to your clit."

Ashton slid his hand up the the tender of my leg, pinching and rubbing. I couldn't contain the sigh of pleasure that left my mouth. I closed my eyes and leaned into his touch.

"I would love to leave you like that while I went down the hall to work in the office. Leaving you loosely gagged with your juice-filled panties in your mouth. I could listen to you scream while I write up reports." He was speaking into the nape of my neck. His hot breath was sending shivers down my spine. I felt his teeth grazing my skin, nipping and nibbling at his pleasure.

"What do you say, baby girl? How would you like that?"

"As long as it's during work hours so my neighbors don't hear and call the cops." I felt him chuckle as I caught my bottom lip between my teeth. Ashton brought his gaze up to me after placing one last kiss to the bruise he left.

"That wasn't quite the answer I was looking for, little girl." He lifted his hand from my rear and brought it down three times.

"Yes, Daddy. I want it." I all but moan, arching my back and pushing my ass into his hands. He worked his fingers into my flesh, groping and pinching.

"Good girl."

With one fluid motion Ashton had flipped both of us over. I was laying on the bed and he was over me, a hand on either side of my head. He kept his lips working with me, tongue pressing past my teeth and swirling with mine.

He brought his knees to the bed and shifted his weight to one arm. The other was trailing down to the hem of my skirt. He flipped it up and exposed my groin and tummy. Breaking the connection he peaked down to watch what he was doing. He danced his fingertips along the waistline of my panties.

"I've got a condom..." he started. "Would you like me to fuck you, princess?"

The pet name sent a wave of heat over my body. My tummy was a hub of activity. I could only nod.