I grab her by the throat and growl in her ear, “Shut the fuck up. You promised to do what I say.”
I see that fire of rebellion in her green eyes, but it’s swallowed up by lust. She wants this as much as I do, though she hates to admit it. I can feel her pulse fluttering against my palm. I can see those gorgeous bare breasts heaving from her rapid breath.
I grope her breast roughly with my free hand. I squeeze its exquisite softness, and I pull on the nipple, rolling it between my finger and thumb. Riona gasps.
Keeping hold of her throat, I fondle her other breast. I go back and forth between them, pinching and squeezing, until her pale pink nipples are swollen and darker by two shades.
Then I duck my head and take her nipple in my mouth. I flick it gently with my tongue, until I feel her squirm. Then I suck hard. Riona lets out a long moan of relief.
I squeeze her breast with my hand while I suck the nipple, as if I were milking her. I can feel her knees going weak, her arms circling round my neck for support.
I work one breast and then the other. Riona grabs the back of my head and presses my mouth harder against her breast, wanting more and more.
Instead, I straighten up and drag her over to the pommel bench. It’s about waist-height, just wide enough for a saddle.
I bend her over the bench and push her legs apart with my feet. Grabbing a coil of rope off the wall, I tie her hands in front of her, and secure them to the bench. Then I tie her ankles, one at a time, so they stay spread apart.
I can practically hear her heart rate increasing. She squirms against the ropes, scared of being restrained, wanting to resist me. But I know she’s curious, too—curious what will happen if for once in her life she relinquishes all control.
Once I have her firmly tied, I step back to admire the view. She’s bent over the bench, utterly helpless. Her bright red hair hangs down around her face, half blinding her. Her bare breasts are pressed against the wood, her ankles tied about two feet apart.
I walk around behind her and pull up her skirt, so the remains of the dress are bunched around her waist. This reveals her two creamy white ass cheeks, round and full and luscious in the pale golden light.
She’s wearing a lace thong. The only thing covering her now.
I pick up a pair of shears off the workbench, their blade gleaming in the light. I open and close them once so Riona can hear their vicious sound.
Then I place the blade against the tender skin of her hip, slipping it under the waistband of the thong. I cut her panties off in one sharp snap. I do the same on the other side, pulling away the shreds of fabric to bare her smooth pink pussy lips, and the little puckered opening of her ass.
Now she’s completely vulnerable. I can see her legs trembling. Wetness gleams between her pussy lips. My mouth waters.
But it’s not time for that yet.
Instead, I go back to the wall and I take down a freshly-made riding crop. It’s a little longer than my forearm, made of fresh black leather. The handle is stiffly braided, with a little loop of leather at the head. I smack that loop against my palm, making a sharp cracking sound. Riona flinches, trying to look around at me, but pinned in place.
I trail the crop down the side of her bare breast. She shivers at the touch, and her nipples harden again.
Then I run the riding crop down her spine. I admire the tightness of her waist, flaring out to her beautiful heart-shaped ass. I trail the crop down her left ass cheek, down her thigh, then I gently tease the little loop of leather across her bare pussy, and all the way up her ass-crack, making her moan aloud.
I rest my free hand on the small of her back.
“If you do what I say, I’ll reward you,” I tell her. “If you disobey, I’ll punish you.”
I can feel her back tightening as she rebels against the idea of reward and punishment. But curiosity and arousal keep her silent.
“Just so we’re clear, this is what punishment feels like,” I say.
I swing the crop through the air, whipping her smartly on the ass.
Riona yelps, trying to pull away, but she’s tied tightly down over the bench.
The crop leaves a long pink welt on that snow-white ass. Her skin is extraordinarily delicate. The sight of that mark makes my cock throb with lust.
I whip her again, on the other side. She flinches but manages to bite back the cry this time.
I give her one more smack, and this time she hardly jumps at all.
She can’t stop herself from trying to maintain control over her reactions.
That’s fine—we’ll see how long it lasts.
“That was punishment,” I say. “This is reward . . . ”
I massage her reddened ass cheek with my hand, gently soothing the sting. Riona relaxes and exhales softly, unable to resist my touch.
I reach between her thighs and touch her pussy instead, running my fingers over the soft lips. I can feel her swollen clit protruding out between her lips. I let the ball of my thumb dance across it, making her draw in a shuddering breath.
My fingers are slick with her wetness. I massage her pussy, slipping my fingers between her folds, but not penetrating her yet. Just teasing her clit, letting my thumb slide over it again and again until I feel her trying to grind against my hand as much as she can while tied down by the ropes. Her breath quickens and I can tell she’s already on the edge of climax, from pure arousal.
So I pull my hand away.
Riona groans in frustration.
“Not yet,” I say. “You haven’t earned it.”
I walk around to the front of the bench. I stand directly in front of Riona and unbutton my jeans. I pull out my cock, which is heavy and throbbing and already dripping pre-cum.
I grip my cock by the base and hold it out to her.
“Suck,” I order.
For a moment Riona presses her lips together, contemplating disobedience. But she’s craving reward. So she opens her mouth and lets me feed her my cock.
Her hands are tied, and she’s immobilized over the bench. All she can do is relax her jaw and let me thrust in and out of her mouth. I feel her tongue sliding on the underside of my cock, from the base all the way up to the head.
I thrust shallowly at first, then deeper as my cock is lubricated by her saliva. Soon I’m bottoming out in her throat, making her gag.
It’s incredibly dominating using her mouth like this. It wouldn’t mean fuck all if it were some random girl, but Riona is a queen. It’s like I’ve captured Cleopatra as my spoils of war. I feel like a fucking emperor.
I pump in and out of her mouth, my cock so swollen and hot that I feel like I might split my own skin. Cum boils in my balls, begging to be released.
Not yet, though. I’ve barely gotten started.
Instead, I pull out of her mouth saying, “Good job, baby girl.”
“I’m not your baby!” Riona says furiously.
“Oh, you’re not?”
I stride around her, picking up the crop again and bringing it down hard on her ass. Riona can’t stop from crying out.
“Ow!” she yells.
I whip her again, in the same spot.
“Fuck!” she shouts, squirming and twisting.
CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!
I whip her ruthlessly, until her entire buttocks is bright pink.
Then I drop the crop and I thrust my fingers inside of her. She gasps and her warm, wet pussy twitches. Now she’s squirming for an entirely different reason.