A Lady's Touch

Derek is lashed to a rack, his chest heaving, muscles twitching under Nicole's hands. She slaps his pecs, pinches a nipple hard enough to make him grunt, then swings the flogger across his ribs. Red lines bloom. She claws the same marks with her nails, a wicked smile flashing, before she clips clothespins to his lower lip, then down his chest. Two rows of them quiver until she snaps them off, flesh stinging. When he hesitates at an order, the zapper bites his stomach. Again. And again. He jolts, sweat trickling down his spine. Bent forward now, chest harnessed tight, arms bound and useless, Derek's hole is open to the air. Nicole works her fingers inside, prying him wider, knuckle by knuckle, until her whole fist disappears. She twists inside him and calls him her meat puppet, fist pumping hard and steady until his thighs shake. She's wearing the big, clear strap-on next. She presses the thick head to his stretched ring and sinks it home, taking him in long, deep strokes. Finally she's got him on his back atop a wooden crate. She plants her cunt on his mouth, grinding until his tongue works her clit. She teases his cock, cruel words in his ear, until she's ready. Then she swings a leg over, sinks down on his shaft, using the suspension ring above to bounce hard and fast. Derek strains, holding back until she shudders through her orgasm. Only then does she bend over the crate, spreads herself, and orders him to fuck her from behind. He drives into her until he can't stop, spills across her ass, and she makes him lick every drop clean.