Chapter 35

Beneath a trickle of water from the bottle, the leather riding crop’s flat tab glistened. My hand trembled as the quiet burbling brought back a flood of memories.

Debbie’s shaky cries. How she’d always twisted under its swift strikes, shoving her body towards me. The high-pitched, desperate pleas for more, even as the bindings rattled. Either attached to the X-frame in our basement or suspended in various places. Her lean curves stretched out like Mandy had been in the hotel suite.

Now the little minx, limbs bound and stretched upward, lay on her spine in the leather sling, exposed to the entire world. A gentle breeze carried the desert’s heat across my face as languid swishes sent droplets from the rawhide tip.

“Beautiful,” I murmured, turning toward the dust-covered awning.

How might she react?

Heart thumping, I kept swirling the crop, remembering the feel, the balance, the swiftness. She wasn’t Debbie. Push, but not too far. After a brief check of the cameras, my steady footfalls approached the slow-spinning naked, sweat-streaked body.

While stepping closer, with a fist on my root to keep an achy cock from wobbling, a mélange of smells assailed me. Not just the salty perspiration glistening on her curves. Or the coconut sunscreen, gathered in white streaks under pert breasts and lining all four limbs held skyward by shackles. No, as shimmering flushed petals spun into view, the syrupy scent of needful sex drove spikes of electricity through my core.

“You’re so gorgeous,” I said, clasping one of her arms to stop the spin.

“Th-thank you, um, master,” she forced out between rapid breaths. “Mmm...”

Her voice devolved into a low moan when my pelvis moved closer to place a purple knob between trembling lips. At the luscious sensation of softness spreading over the tip, my legs trembled. It had been a long morning for me as well. At the abrupt implosion of her cheeks, the forceful suction, and the sudden lashing of a velvet tongue, the entire world smeared.

“Oh, wow,” I muttered.

The crop wobbled in my hand. Although my glance found one of the blurring cameras, no way could a smile form on my lips. Instead, through gritted teeth, I forced out, “A-amazing, slut.”

Okay, she was fine. Time to push. With a flourish, the slender rod whirled in my fist. As the thin leather made that familiar whining noise through the sweltering heat, my pulse soared. Then staggered to a halt; centuries of focus had arrived.

Snap!

At the swift strike across a nipple, she yelped, blasting a mist of shiny bubbles over my cock. As the rawhide tab swished away, that focusing in my skull was even more intense.

Her first instinct—recoil. Body tightening as best it could, despite being strapped tight. Ah, but when her mouth surged forward to devour more of my knob, and her chest arched upward, presenting both wobbling cones, I grinned toward the nearest camera. At the muffled moaning and furious swiping of that little tongue, the grin widened.

Yeah, she was amazing. Another line crossed.

Snap!

The other perky cone wobbled under the blow. Once more, only a light hit. She wasn’t Debbie. Not yet. Again, a reflexive recoil, but a quicker upward arching of that sleek torso. Right when she started to suck harder, I thrust forward, sinking my shaft deep. At the sight of the bulge driving under the collar and those bright, shiny letters, the world staggered.

Snap! Snap! Snap!

Nothing but wonderful vibrations along my cock, her cries were endless as more swift blows landed across her arching tits. At the shaky, rapid pressing of her teeth, I halted the crop in midair. Once she’d relaxed, I shifted my attention, sliding the flat tab over a very angry little clit. She shuddered, and although her lungs must’ve been burning, spread lips surged to take more of my dick.

“That’s it, slut,” I muttered.

After withdrawing only far enough for flaring nostrils to inhale bubbly wet air, I enjoyed a leisurely fuck of her dangling face. With the leather rod caressing her spike, its glossy tab eased in and out of a flushed seam. As her moaning sent more of those toe-curling reverberations through my length, she curled her pelvis upward, offering herself, and more of the slender wand vanished into froth-lined flesh.

Right as a massive tremor wracked her curves, my hips moved faster. My hand pumped the sleek wand into her splashing, glittery gash. Air! She needs air.

Chest taut, I pulled from her throat. Thick trails of drool spattered the dust between my feet as she gasped. The riding crop thrust deeper and glided quicker. With a muffled cry that made my knees wobble, she bucked in the creaking sling. Every limb shook, twisting in the ropes as fluid bubbled, then spurted from a battered, red-tinged seam.

With her in midair, I yanked the leather reed free in a spray of silvery droplets. Pulse roaring, my aim landed on a furious, glimmering clit.

Snap!

Though the strike was again light, a full-throated shriek sent a foamy surge of glistening spit from her stretched lips as my cock shoved deeper. No way could I hold out longer. A wave of relief uncurled from every muscle in my body. With breath frozen, I looked down at her dangling head.

“Ah, mmm, fuck,” I murmured. “That’s right, slut. Drink it all.”

While nothing new, the languid pulsations moving along her throat were mesmerizing. Heartbeat staggering, I twisted to ensure the camera caught each pulse.

As she swallowed, the shiny tab swapped between taps on both nipples. Each time the leather sent sparkles of juice into the air, her slurping intensified and both red-tipped cones rose, begging for more.