Seeing Red

Marie wants it rough. She’s a redhead built for pain, all soft curves and pale skin that bruises easy. Orlando keeps her in strict strappado, wrists yanked high, shoulders burning. He swings hard, flogger, cane, whatever leaves a mark. She takes every stroke, eyes wet, mouth open. When he finally lets her come it feels stolen, a prize he rips out of her while she shakes. Bent over the bench next, her ankles and wrists locked so tight her spine has nowhere to run. Every orgasm lifts her toes off the floor, nothing else can move. Orlando beats the flesh he can reach, adds a slap, another stripe. She screams through the pleasure like it hurts to feel that good. Up on the Sybian, wrists cuffed behind her, knees spread. He covers her tits and cunt with wooden clips, tight rows of biting pegs. The vibrator never stops. She comes, then comes again, each one pulling the pegs, making her howl. Sweat runs between her shoulder blades, but the toy keeps humming. Finally he hangs her upside down, ankles cuffed high, wrists locked low. Blood pounds in her head while he waits for an answer she can barely form. One wrong word and he’ll drop her right back into the first position. Marie’s chest heaves, waiting to learn how much more he wants.