“Don’t Move.”

She liked that huskiness in his voice, her head turning to the side, straining to hear more. The blindfold was soft on her face, the soft wool feeling great on her skin but blocking all sight.

This was different, normally she was the top and he was the bottom but tonight, tonight was special. It was his birthday and she promised that she would let him do whatever he wanted. And whatever he wanted had turned into her eyes blindfolded and her legs spread-eagled, tied to the bedposts. Her hands were still free and she clutched at the sheets of the bed.

She didn’t do this much but she loved the feeling of waiting, wondering and excited for what was next. She loved the control but sometimes, losing it was just as good.

The first sensation she felt was his knees on the bed, his thighs straddling hers. The heat of his skin enflamed hers and she moaned. He had barely touched her and she was already hot. Then she feltit.

It was her favorite toy, her crop. Her crop, the handle made of soft leather, the end a harder leather that made it just so. It was heavier, much better than the toy crops that the girls gave each other as gag gifts at bachelorette parties. And it felt so good as he trailed it down her back. She arched towards it, earning a soft chuckle. “Lay still or I’ll stop,” he crooned, lovingly pulling the crop down her back.

Calming her body, she laid completely still as he got up and moved, feeling cold without his body heat. Sighing softly, she laid her head down on her left, moving her fingers slightly as they had started to go to sleep. Then she felt the first hit, soft yet deadly, leaving a slight sting on her right buttock.

“I had told you not to move.”

“Sorry.”

But she really wasn’t sorry as he cupped her ass, probing her pussy. “So wet already.”

A sarcastic comment on her lips, she opened her mouth but a gasp left as he gave her another swat. This time it was on the left one and it was slightly harder. Then she felt his fingers, first playing with her clit then one entering her. “Gonna see if I can make you come just like this.”

“I don’t think so,” she managed to say as he continued to play with her clit. She was a top, she got off giving it, she never got off getting, ever, not even when she bottomed while learning.

He took that as a challenge, raining blows with the crop, some light, some harder. At first it was predictable but soon, she lost that ability as his fingers would play with her pussy and clit, or just her clit, or leave it alone as he beat her with the crop. And it was driving her crazy.

“You’re close, I can tell.” His fingers were buried in her pussy, fucking her in a slow, controlled fashion. She moaned, she was probably making a complete fucking mess on the bed but it was so good. The crop was forgotten, his fingers were focused only on her pussy, getting her off the way the best way possible.

Then his fingers stopped fucking her and withdrew. Just one finger was still on her clit and she let out a strangled moan. “Why did you stop?”

“You said that I can’t make you come like this.”

One hand, she didn’t know which one, was lightly tapping her ass and she arched up to meet it. “Fuck, I need to come, James.”

The hand began to rub her ass and she didn’t give a fuck, she was past the point of caring. She had been close, so close and she didn’t want to lose it, and fuck. He mockingly laughed. “Ask permission to come.”

She burrowed her head into the bed. His finger was still lightly playing with her clit, keeping her on the edge. She never asked permission, she always just came. Fuck, this was so fucking frustrating… and then she felt more of her honey leak out of her body. It was also hotter than ever and shit.. fuck it. “Can I please come?”

“Hmmm.”

It felt like forever as she laid on the bed, waiting, his finger still keeping her at the edge. Then he gave her the hardest swat yet with the crop before pinching her clit just how she liked it. “Now come.”

She screamed, her body arching off the bed as he fingered her through it. It was so intense, she felt like she was going to heaven, her body felt so good. It was she had went to some other place, it was so good. Then she collapsed back onto the bed.

She laid there for several moments, catching her breath as his fingers mercifully left her overly sensitive pussy alone for the moment. He straddled her body again, this time his chest pressing into her back. “Thank you for this wonderful gift.”

“I-agalgsng.”

“Not quite ready for words, I see.”

He stroked her arms, his body heat warming her now slightly cold body. This must be what it felt when she did it to him and it felt pretty good. “We have to do this again,” she mumbled.

His chest rumbled as he chuckled, wrapping his arms around her body as they took the moments to absorb before moving on to the next part of the night.

Notes

I think I may use this profile here on this site for just drabbles and my main profile on Mibba for fics.