Chapter 25

Marc had to take a moment to step back and appreciate his work.

Felicity’s ass was striped with red from the very soft caning and she couldn’t stay completely still. It was also glistening from the oil he’d massaged into her skin. She was lying out on the bed, a double layer of towels down under her to keep the oil from making a mess as well as dealing with any of her leaking juices. Her legs were deliciously bare except for the spreader bar keeping her ankles a solid three feet apart. She was wearing a black corset, and the eyering on the back had a rope tied from it to her blonde ponytail, keeping her head craned back. Her arms were also crossed and tied behind her back so she couldn’t move, and she was panting desperately - not because of fear or out of difficulty of breathing, but because she was trying not to come.

Marc stepped forward again and adjusted the magic wand vibrator between her legs, nuzzling it up against her slick pussy lips a little more firmly.

“Thank you, sir,” she sobbed. Her legs and ass were twitching and her fingers were flexing as she fought to maintain her control.

With a smile, Marc swung a leg over her to straddle her and leaned down, nibbling softly on her upper ear. She was still wearing the sexy drop earrings he’d presented her with earlier that night before they went to dinner at a charity function he’d been obliged to attend. They looked gorgeous on her, as most things did, and she’d been very happy with them.

Knowing Felicity, she’d be as pleased with the picture of her ass he’d taken with its red and white stripes.

“Are you ready, ma petite fée?” Marc asked her softly, whispering in her ear.

“I am ready for my Master’s orders,” she whispered, her neck clenching from her effort.

“When I enter you,” Marc whispered with a smile.

“Yes, sir,” she acknowledged, quivering with need.

She was already lubed up and delightfully slick. Marc adjusted his cock, hotdogging it between her meaty and full ass cheeks, getting it slightly lubed up with the oil, then he pried Felicity’s cheeks apart and placed his cock at her anal ring. It was just a little gaped, perfectly prepared for him. She’d worn the larger buttplug through dinner, the one that they used when he was going to take her ass instead of the smaller, decorative one she knew he just liked to know she was wearing for him. After years of similar games, they both knew each other intimately - how well the plug prepared her, how much a certain brand or type of lube would help, and what sort of horny state she was in.

Marc pressed forward, and she pressed her ass back at him, and his cock slipped into it after only a moment of pressure. He grunted softly, grinning and pleased, and then groaned as Felicity’s ass clamped hard as she followed his directions and came. It was a big one, not that he hadn’t expected that after almost an hour of teasing and punishment games. Felicity only took the cane on her ass or tits, she hated it anywhere else on her body. She also hated the feather he’d used to tickle her softly, but it was a love/hate relationship. The bondage turned her on. The oil did as well.

They knew how to push each other’s buttons. Marc knew how to play her like a finely tuned instrument. Felicity knew exactly what Marc liked and how to submit to him, and to only give him real responses to his activity and never fake them. They were a perfect symbiosis.

Marc pushed deeper into her ass as the first wave of his blonde escort’s orgasm came down, and then he started to fuck her vigorously. He could feel the soft vibrations caused by the magic wand still clamped between Felicity’s thighs working through her, and the warmth of her abused ass on his thighs. Her mewling moans and sobs of release were magical. Her fingers were grasping, and Marc let his hands find hers and held them as he drilled into her.