Jasmine's Way: Part One

Maus skipped out on his duties, so Jasmine drags him back where he belongs. Flat on his back, wrists and ankles strapped, he’s nothing but a body she can use. She plants her boot on his mouth and makes him lick every inch of black leather until it shines. Then the other boot, same treatment, sole to heel. When she peels the boots off, her bare feet press against his tongue—warm skin, sweat, and the taste of everything she’s walked through today. He sucks her toes like he means it. Finally she straddles his face and drops her pussy onto his mouth. He licks deep, desperate, until she grinds down harder and comes with a sharp, guttural sound. She keeps him pinned under her cunt while she picks up a slender metal sound. She works it into his piss hole slow, savoring the way his whole body jerks. Every push in, every drag out sends another jolt of pleasure straight up his spine. Her pussy stays wet on his face the whole time, hot and heavy, and every time he groans she pushes the rod deeper. When she’s finished, she stands, grabs the Florentine flogger, and lays into him. Two whips in each hand, striking chest, thighs, cock. Stripes bloom fast. Maus arches against the ropes, cock twitching hard, voice breaking as he begs her not to stop.