Please continue

He stood back from the bed to admire his handiwork.

Her rounded buttocks glowed with a blush coloured warmth following his ministrations, both from his palm and the riding crop. Two pink globes, deliciously crisscrossed with magenta stripes, standing proud above his bed. Her legs bent to kneeling, her back beautifully arched as her upper body melted against the quilt, her skin sheened with perspiration. Her wrists remained bound to her sides in the leather buckled cuffs he had attached to her harness, leaving her helpless.

Her breathing remained rapid, head to one side, her mane of hair a tousled mess on the pillow.

She hadn’t asked him to stop. He had pushed her limits, he knew that.

He leant over her and placed his hand on the crown of her head, stroking her hair away from her face. She glanced at him, eyelids heavy, Lips slightly parted as she exhaled.

“Are you rested? Can I continue?” he asked.

The corner of her mouth turned up in a small smile. She licked her bottom lip and replied softly, “Please continue.”

He moved toward the foot of the bed, running his fingertip along the length of her spine, stopping just above her buttocks. He opened the jar of balm he had picked up from the nightstand, swept his fingers through it before gently applying it to her skin. He gently massaged the cool cream into the warm flesh of her cheeks, hearing her moan softly with appreciation. He began moving his...