After a few seconds of heavy breathing, she grabbed her underwear that were conveniently left on the nightstand from earlier that night and wiped her secretions off his face.
“Would you like to beg me to replace your gag with my pussy so you can clean up my cum?” Clara grabbed his face with both hands and started into his lustful eyes. Sean mumbled through the gag excitedly, the comforting and erotic feeling of submission overpowering his defiance.
“I can’t hear you, slut,” Clara wrapped her fingers around his throat and pressed her ear to his lips.
“Please… let me taste you,” he managed to speak around his restraints. Clara gave his throat a final squeeze and removed the ball gag from his mouth. Sean stretched his jaw and smiled in appreciation. The dominant woman lowered herself back to his face and softly moaned as his tongue and lips explored her nether regions. She tasted like her personality: powerfully subtle and dangerously sweet. It was liquid sex, and Sean couldn’t get enough.
“Fuck, you’re good at that,” Clara muttered, encouraging her submissive.
“You taste so fucking good,” Sean moaned into her pussy. Clara laughed and slid down to his pelvis. She kissed her lover deeply, tasting herself on his lips.
“For once you’re right about something,” said Clara. “Would you like me to finally show some attention to that needy cock of yours?” Sean looked at her cautiously, expecting a trick, but nodded nonetheless.
“We’ll move onto touch then, and if you can get through it, I’ll fuck you better than any lucky lady you’ve had before me.”
“Get through it?” Sean swallowed nervously. Up until this point, her domination had been cruel in its denial. He could only imagine what a woman with custom-made anchor points in her bed posts could torture him with.
Purposefully failing to elaborate, Clara unlocked her submissive from his cuffs and allowed him to stretch his stagnant muscles before leading him to the middle of the room. There, she took a length of rope and expertly bound his wrists in a double-column tie, which she threaded through a hook on the ceiling. She pulled on the rope until Sean’s feet could barely touch the ground and anchored it to a bedpost. While he was six inches taller than his lover, Sean couldn’t help but feel small in comparison.
Sean waited in a state of blissful anticipation as Clara laid a variety of devilish devices on her bed. His body had a quiet buzz vibrating from his head to his ankles. The stimulation, or lack thereof, had turned his playful defiance into complete subservience to the seductive woman.
Clara had a similar electricity flowing through her body, but hers was more of a controlled, powerful energy. She wasn’t even thinking as she chose items from her chest to torment the bound man with; her dominance was a sixth sense.
On the bed lay a leather flogger, a thin cane, and a riding crop, and a pair of nipple clamps. Satisfied with her selection, she walked over to Sean and wrapped a hand around his chin, forcing him to meet her piercing gaze.
“I’m going to hurt you,” she began, her other gloved hand slipping to his nether regions to stroke his cock. “I could pretend that you earned it from your defiance, but that would be a lie, wouldn’t it?” her lips pouted mockingly.
Sean nodded silently.
“Why am I going to hurt you?”
“Because you want to.”
“That’s the smartest thing you’ve said all night,” Clara whispered in his ear. “Maybe I’ll go easy on you.” She gave his cheek a deceptively comforting pat and retrieved her thong from the bed.
“I can’t have my neighbors hear this.”
Clara balled up her cum-soaked underwear and pressed them behind Sean’s teeth. Her fingers pushed the fabric against his tongue, making sure he got a good taste of where they’d been. Sean’s cock twitched in arousal and his eyes closed in pleasure as he tasted the deeply arousing secretions from his lover. Clara snaked one hand around his throat and wound back the other.
“Look at me,” Clara slapped his cheek with a latex-covered hand. Sean’s eyes burned bright for a second, but his surprise melted into submission.
“Thank me.”
“Thank you,” Sean managed weakly through his gag.
Clara slapped him once more and spun him around so his back, butt, and thighs were completely exposed to her.
“This’ll be part one of our lesson in touch. Make it through, and you’ll get part two.” Clara snaked a hand underneath his legs and gave his balls a hard squeeze to emphasize her point. Sean groaned in pleasure and grunted in surprise when she retracted her hand and delivered a blow to his left buttock.
“Quiet, love,” Clara taunted him and struck him again, leaving a faint handprint on his other buttock. The clap from the strike echoed in the room, but Sean followed her command and remained silent.
Clara pressed her body to his back and began choking him lightly from behind. Her other hand alternated between roughly striking his ass and soothing the pain with her smooth palm. Sean jumped after each strike and moaned into his gag, but his response wasn’t to pain.
The initial impact was an intense flash of pain for the bound man, but the buzzing afterglow of the slap was a stronger aphrodisiac than the juices that coated his tongue.