Life's Choices

Sicilia stood still, naked except for the thick leather collar around her neck. Irony pointed to the table. Crop or fingers. Her choice. Sicilia's big tits rose with each quick breath, dark hair spilling over her shoulders. The crop lay next to the thick strap Irony always favored. Both promised marks. Both promised heat. Irony waited, arms crossed, blonde hair pulled back tight. Sicilia reached out, hesitated, then grabbed the crop. Her fingers shook. Irony smiled, took it from her, and ran the leather tip across Sicilia's nipples until they stood hard. She flicked once. Hard. The sting shot through Sicilia's chest and down between her legs. Irony pushed her onto the bench, face down, ass up. The crop came down again, sharp, across both cheeks. Sicilia jerked. Irony leaned close, breath hot against her ear. "Good girl. Now you'll take what you chose."