She was so deep into the utter bliss of John’s cock. “Mmm?” “Did you come?” Had she? “No. I just feel wonderful.” “That makes two of us.” “I wish I wasn’t blindfolded. I like to see your cock.” “You felt me, didn’t you?” “Oh yes!” “Like being tied, helpless?” “What do you think?” Would she really lie here if she didn’t? “I want you to tell me.” “Yes, John. To be tied down, helpless, and have you in my mouth is utter joy.” “Good, because now I have you naked and ready,” his voice hardened, “we have a little discussion with a flogger that is overdue. You disregarded my order to keep still, didn’t you?” “Yes.” “Prepare yourself. You must lie there and accept what I mete out to you. Do you?” Deep breath needed. She hoped it wasn’t the damn cane. But he’d said flogger, hadn’t he? “Yes.” “What’s your safe word?” “Ellen Forsythe.” “Want to use it?” Was he kidding? “No.” She didn’t. She wanted, yearned for whatever he had planned.
