God he tastes good, so fresh and clean, yet with a distinctive sweet taste that is his own. He starts moaning as I take him in deeper, openly showing my craving for him. I can feel him lean into me, trying to get as much of my affection as possible. "Good girl," he breathes and my heart jumps at the phrase. "God, you're such a good cock sucker." I can feel his eyes on me. His pleasure is such a turn on. I want him inside me. Between my legs. Deep. But he has other ideas for now. I notice him reaching for the flogger that is still laying next to me on the bed. "You're doing a very good job," he whispers while he drapes the flogger on my back, softly dragging it over my skin towards my behind. "But I'm not done punishing you." And with that I receive the first stroke. I flinch, but don't stop worshipping his cock. It actually hurt less than his hand, but that is only because he is going soft on me.
