Bringing Him to the Edge

Sage's strapped naked to a wooden cross and left out in the open like a present. Ivy finds him there, red dress clinging, already worked up. She runs both hands over his bare skin, slow and rough, then starts slapping his balls. She bites down on his nipples hard enough to make him jerk. He can't move. She grabs a box of red clothespins and clips them onto his ears, nipples, and balls, one by one. Every time he flinches she hits him harder with the paddle. She blindfolds him, strokes his soft cock until it stiffens, then sucks on his balls and tells him to beg if he wants to finish. His pleading is weak. She flips him face-down, tongue-fucks his tight pink hole, then drives a thick strap-on in deep. She keeps him bound on his back after that, drops onto his face, and grinds while he licks her clit and rims her like he's starving. She straddles his cock, fucks him for a minute, but what she really wants is her toes in his mouth and a vibrator pressed to her clit. Sage did what he could. Whether she lets him cum is up to her.