Bound By Fate

An eBook By Lee Rush.

He moved closer to the bed and then swung the flogger, bringing the soft strands down over her breasts.  She gasped and jumped as much as the bindings would allow and he chuckled softly in response.

"Are you jumping from the feel of it, Kitten, or the popping noise it makes as it turns your flesh pink?"

She hadn’t known about the popping sound, but now she did and would respond to that as well.  She knew that this type of flogger was not the kind used to cause pain; that had been on the same website as the picture she found.  This was a type to tease and redden the skin without giving a deep burn.

By the time he had struck her several more times, she was moaning and twitching under each stinging blow.  He used the flogger carefully, teasing both in the way he struck her and then dragging it back across her reddened skin.

The imagined stinging and teasing had her aglow as she sat at her computer, avidly reading his words of passion on the screen.  He "whipped" her for several minutes, alternating between her breasts and thighs, with the tips of the deer hide slapping against her shaved pussy, teasing her clit and making it peek out more and more as it went on.

She was twitching and twisting under the onslaught and breathing harder as she typed her responses.  Then he stepped away from the bed and she whined softly at the computer as she wondered what he was doing, leaving her like that and walking away.  Then he came back with a box in his hand.

He stood beside the bed; smiling down at her. He displayed the box he held. Chocolate covered cherries.  She was a bit puzzled, but she could see in her mind that he had the wicked glint in his eyes that his words conveyed.

Taking a piece of candy from the box, he raised his hand over her body and squeezed it, allowing the thick, sweet juice to drip down over her body.

He had never been the fastest typist and had admitted to being a "hunting pecker" at the keyboard, but now he was typing even slower than before.

He took another piece and lowered his hand and there was another long wait until his hand was positioned over her breast, then another interminable wait before he crushed the chocolate morsel between his fingers and the thick juice coated her nipple, the cherry inside dropping down and landing beside that tightened tip.  Another candy was in his hand and she wondered where this one would drip and where the cherry would fall.  Her other breast, of course, she should have guessed.

He watched her then, watched the candy dripping down over the skin of her puckered nipple.  The slowness of his typing was a tease to her senses and he was...

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