NSFW Story [#9 of Days of sex]

I walked up to him, holding the object in my hand. I looked up with my big innocent eyes, he knew what I wanted. He stroked a finger across my cheek, my head leaned slightly against him as he removed the familiar object from my hands. I turned around as he patted my arse, I walked forward toward the sofa and waited for him to stand behind me, so close that I could feel the heat against my neck. Goosebumps travelled from my neck down my spine, I loved the feeling of anticipation he gave me. His large hand settled on my neck and with a hard push, I leaned forward with the help of his command. I was now resting over the arm of the sofa, my face buried in the cushions, my nose squashed so I had to breath through my mouth.

He waited, like he always did, so much so I thought it may never happen, what felt like hours passed as I lay there, waiting for him to start. With a light brush of his hand, he skimmed it over my thighs until he reached the hem on my skirt, I felt him lift it up with one finger. He was silent until this moment when I heard him tut. I had butterflies in my stomach and a smile grew on my face, I knew I had left them on and I knew what would happen when he found out. I could sense he was shaking his head disapprovingly. “Now, now, Babygirl. What do we have here” I knew better than to answer him back – this wasn’t a question he wanted an answer to. With a heavy thwack he hit my arse with those big hands. The stinging sensation sent spasms throughout my cunt – that was just the first of many to come. The pain relaxed far too quickly for my liking and I lifted myself up slightly to signal more, a throaty chuckle followed and I knew it wasn’t coming, just yet.

The sound of rope hit the floor, and my arms stretched out obediently, he wrapped the rope around my wrists and attached it to the bottom of the sofa. He repeated the same steps with my ankles – I was now unable to move from this position. The feeling of the rope around me instantly made me wet, knowing I couldn’t move made my sensations grow stronger, made my clit throb harder – and I loved it.

He moved back behind me and sharply moved my panties around my ankles “That’s better”. The words made my butterflies calm down for a moment as I knew I wouldn’t be getting a punishment today. Rolling up his sleeves he gave me one last pat on the bottom before he began. “Are you ready, Babygirl?” I nodded “pardon?” The butterflies returned “yes Sir” the first always stung the most as it catches me off guard, it was followed by 9 more lashes. The feel of leather against my skin was delicious, even if it was for that brief moment – it made the sting better, it made me feel complete. He grunted with each swing and I knew he was growing larger in his trousers, this turned him on almost as much as it did for me. The 10th swing approached and I lifted my hips to meet it, he was a professional in his activities – using the same strength each time to deliver the perfect amount of pain. His hand slipped between my butt cheeks and down my lips to feel how moist I was, he traced a finger over my clit and I felt it throb, responding to his touch. Hovering over my vagina, his finger pressed against it, just enough to feel some pleasure but not enough to penetrate, he did the same thing over my arsehole and then withdrew. My breathing got heavier and I started panting. His hand moved along my back and stopped on my hair, where he hastily grabbed a handful and gave it a sharp tug, releasing me, my head fell back against the cushion of the sofa. I had started to become weak, I needed the release. The tension of the build up had got to me and I could feel the strain against my ankles and wrists as the rope tightened, he was very observant of this and he returned back behind me. “10 more OK Babygirl?”, “Yes Sir” I replied, by this point I was too much in need of an orgasm to play with him. Instead I played the perfect role.

I could feel a wetness of something dripping down my thigh, I wasn’t sure if it was blood or sweat but at this point I didn’t really care. I was waiting for the next lash againt my smooth and awaiting skin, my hips raising methodically to the rythym of his swings. A final sting across my arse and it was over, he had given me a throbbing I can only manage when in this position, a sensation that I was completely vunerable to his movements. His hand returned to my, now soaking, cunt and plunged 2 fingers deep inside me. A loud moan escaped from my lips as he started to fondle with my g-spot, I knew it would only be a matter of minutes until my orgasm came and I lay there revelling in my thoughts. With his other hand he started small circles around my clit, the throbbing grew stronger and my muscles started spasming.  With the skill he had learnt over many times practicing, he slowly moved a finger into my arse. I could feel it coming, the waves had started, I was lost in the moment and then I felt something much thicker enter into me. At somepoint he had removed his trousers and put his cock into me. I loved the feeling of him filling me, he pounded hard into me as our skin clapped together, a thumb entered into my arse again with the other hand still circling my clit. The waves grew faster with each pound, my hands gripped the rope and I could hear the creaking of the sofa underneath us. It was finally here, after 20 lashes and what felt like a lifetime of waiting, it was here. It happened hard and fast as I came around him, he didn’t stop and he didnt slow down, he continued to pound into me and my muscles continued to clench. Just as my orgasm was coming to an end, his just began,  I was thankful of this as I was now becoming weak and limp, with a loud groan he came inside me, gripping my hips to pull himself deeper and I felt the warmth inside as he collapsed onto on me. Cupping my breasts and kissing along my back, after a minute or so of panting between us, he stood up and untied me from the sofa. It was at this point I could see the harsh redness that lay on my skin, the rope pattern embedded into me – for the next few hours at least.

He sat on the sofa and patted his knee as a signal for me to sit on his lap. I obeyed and his arms wrapped around me, encasing me in his warmth, I was completely safe with him. He rubbed my wrists to try and disperse the blood, and kissed my forehead I lay my head in the crook between his neck and shoulder and we stay like that until I drifted into a long and peaceful sleep. I didn’t wake until the morning, when I was in our bed with the sunlight hitting my skin.

Love,
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