exoticeva: The Learning CurveChapter 8She felt his hands slide down her neck, circling it for a mome
exoticeva: The Learning CurveChapter 8She felt his hands slide down her neck, circling it for a moment in a way that lit up her flight or fight response. She shuddered as he continued to caress her, his hands inside the v of her blouse, tracing over her collar bones before tracing the top of her bra. Then he was undoing the buttons, opening her blouse, exposing her to his gaze. He pushed the silk off her shoulders, letting it bunch around her wrists where she held on tight to the crop he had placed in her hands. He undid the clasp of her bra, pushing it down, and then he was touching her full breasts, stroking gently, making her gasp and moan. He rubbed her tightly furled nipples and sensation shot down to her pussy, making her move her hips involuntarily. In response he gripped a nipple and pinched, hard, until she cried out loud. “Such beautiful breasts pet. Round and full. Sensitive nipples. All this smooth skin. It just begs to be marked.” Elise swallowed hard at the sensual threat in those words. Her breasts were very sensitive but she had fantasized for years about someone hurting them, hurting her. When she masturbated she pinched her own nipples viciously enough that they were sore days later. “Do you think I should punish you for your snark last night? For keeping me rock hard for you for the last few days and then questioning my desire?” “Y-yes Sir.” “Then ask for it Elise. Ask me to hurt you.” There was a pause as Elise tried to formulate words, to overcome years of denying what she needed, of being told what good, nice girls don’t do. As if he understood she needed a little incentive he reached out and tweaked her nipples viciously, pulling and twisting hard enough to make her very vocal. “Owwww FUCK! Please, please Sir hurt me. Punish me. Own me. Put me in my place. Pleaaase.” The last word was more of a sob as he released her abused flesh and she felt the throb everywhere. “As you wish.” He reached around and took the object out of her hands. The swishing noise clued her into what it was and she couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped her. A crop. On her tits. Fuck that was going to hurt. A lot. The first hit struck her left breast hard, leaving a trail of fire on her skin. She hunched over, crying out. The second blow caught the nipple of her other breast and her cry was even louder as the pain shot through her. He hit her repeatedly until she was awash in the hurt, every inch of her tender flesh throbbing. “Stop hunching your shoulders, arch your back and stick those tits out girl.” Elise sucked in a shuddering breath and did as she was told. He slashed the crop through the air a couple of times and she flinched at the sound but kept her posture. He struck two more times, one on each breast, squarely on her areolae and nipples. She was crying openly by the end, tears running down her face from under the blindfold. Her tan skin covered in bright pink slashes and a few raised welts. Tenderly he ran his fingers over the welts, watching as she hissed and flinched. He undid the blindfold and wiped away her tears with his thumbs, cupping her face in his hands, smiling down at her. “Such a good, brave girl,” he crooned as he moved to sit behind her, “lean back, shhhhh, it’s over now.” He continued to soothe her, rubbing her back, pressing kisses on her hair, until she was lying quiet in his arms. After a while, he tipped her chin up so she was looking at him and leaned down to kiss her. Soft, gentle brushes of his lips against hers became a voracious plundering of her mouth as desire rose again between them. His tongue swept against hers, mimicking what his body wanted. She moaned and arched up into him, her hands clutching at him, just as hungry as he was. Such words… -- source link