Anniversary {Erotica}

Sweat beaded on her tender flesh, made raw and pink under his harsh ministrations.

It dripped down her shoulders, snaking damp lines down her back, and pooled in the crevice between the flushed, stinging cheeks of her bottom, imprinted as they were with red welts from the hard black crop he’d wielded with such brutish skill.

The clamps that gripped her erect nipples bit sharply as she bent forward slightly in a pose of supplication. She wanted to be filled.

“Do it now,” she pleaded. “Penetrate me.”

He said nothing, but took hold of her hips and guided her forward towards the bed. Bending her further, he lowered her until she was face-down, took firm hold of her arms and streched them up and over her head until she was splayed in front of him like a sacrifice. Face-down, arse-up. Was there any sight more primal? He gave her beautiful bottom another sharp slap, and she gasped.

She heard the click of buttons behind her and the thrum of the vibrator as he searched for just the right pattern and tempo. When he pressed the buzzing head against her damp and pulsing labia, her knees buckled slightly and she feared they might give out completely.

He steadied her with his free hand. Slowly, expertly, and with a well-practiced stroke, he slid the length of the toy inside her, circling it in a corkscrew motion as he worked it deeper inside her quivering walls, before pulling it back out so that just the tip was nestled between the wet and hungry nether lips.