The Corner of H & L (12)

Her cheek pressed against the side of my head, above my ear, and I could hear her each movement of her mouth, each hot breath, the slickening of saliva as she wet her lips or swallowed. She said nothing while she rolled her fingers and thumb around my shaft and stroked slowly up and down.

Once I was hard, her hands slid out of my trousers and up my stomach, now harvesting the front of my shirt and lifting it toward my neck.

With my arms raised over my head – the button-up and the undershirt binding and knotting as they rolled over the tops of my arms, my head caught in the swaddle of the shirts – she tugged them even tighter and turned me around.

“This is enough bondage for you, I think. No handcuffs or whips, just caught in your own trappings of manhood.” She ran light fingertips underneath my arms and back up over my chest, to my nipples, stopping only for a brief tweak before she folded her hands behind my neck.

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Cheating Life – 11.5

My face must have flushed the color of her coat. Abashed, I slipped from the edge of the bed, down the several terraces, to sit cross-legged in the thick rug on the floor. I tried awkwardly to lean back against the bed for support, but the bottom step of the bed, even padded as it was, hit in an odd spot in the small of my back and left me out of balance.

“Much better.” She caught the bullwhip and rolled the leather between a gloved thumb and finger. “I read your file, you know, before Jane did. I had pulled it, actually, but she has seniority. Pity.” She took the steps down the reverse dais slowly, exploiting the opportunity to show off the length of her legs and the curve her heels gave her. “Do you know what I read in all of your answers?” Her heels stopped and tapped together right in front of me. She locked her knees and bent over, thrusting out her posterior in a cheesecake pose, and lifted my chin with the whip. She didn’t raise my head quite far enough to meet her eyes, just the scooped cleavage that hovered before me. “I read that you’re eager to please, Honey. She straightened again, and my head stayed angled up. “‘Eager’ is good. I don’t want to have to use this.” She shook the whip, then tossed it over my head to the other side of the bed.

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Cheating Life – 11 Illustration

I read that you’re eager to please.