She starts with the softest touch I’ve ever felt. Her fingertips drift over my skin like warm silk, barely there, and my legs stop trembling because the sensation is so gentle it almost soothes me. Cindy’s breath is warm against my inner thigh. She licks a long, slow stripe up one freshly shaved leg, then the other, her tongue flat and wet, tasting me. When the tip of her tongue slips into the crease where my thigh meets my pussy, I gasp. Little sparks shoot up the back of my skull. She does it again, deliberately, then pulls away to lap at my outer lips, never quite giving me what I want.
Her hands take mine and guide them to her face. I feel her soft lips close around two of my fingers and suck, tongue swirling, and the sound she makes is low and hungry. She crawls up my body, kissing my neck, the hollow of my throat, the curve of my shoulder, then my mouth. The kiss is deep and filthy. Our tongues slide together and I moan into her. She keeps it slow on purpose so I can feel everything else: the way my nipples have tightened, the way wetness is already sliding between my thighs and soaking the sheets.
Cindy’s hands cup my breasts. She circles one nipple with a single fingertip, then pinches it, rolling the stiff peak until I arch. She breaks the kiss just long enough to drag her tongue down my neck and up again, finding the spot behind my ear that makes my whole body jerk. While her mouth is there, one hand slides down my side, over my hip, and settles on my bare ass. She squeezes, possessive.
“Please,” I whisper. “Right there.”
She hums against my skin and moves back to my breasts, kneading them, thumbs dragging over my nipples while her other hand stays on my ass. The first spank is light, almost a question. The second is firmer. Heat blooms where her palm lands. I moan, and she slides two fingers into my cunt at the same time, curling them, thrusting in time with the next three sharp smacks. Each one stings more than the last. My ass is already warm.
“Cindy—”
She kisses me hard, cutting me off, tongue pushing deep. Her free hand keeps spanking, alternating cheeks, then rubbing the sting into my skin before hitting again. She guides my hand between her legs. She’s soaked. I feel the soft blonde curls against my fingers, then the slick heat of her. She rocks against my hand and moans into my mouth.
“I want more,” I beg against her lips. “Please put the bigger one in my ass.”
She doesn’t hesitate. She reaches for the thicker dildo on the floor, presses the head against my tight hole, and pushes. It stretches me open while her other hand delivers a hard spank that makes me clench around it. She works it deeper, fucking me with it in short, firm thrusts while her fingers stay buried in my pussy. Wetness runs down my thighs. I can hear it.
Cindy picks up the double-ended dildo next. She sinks one end into herself with a low, shaky moan, then presses the other against my cunt while she slowly pulls the thicker toy from my ass. She lines us up and rolls us so I’m on my back, her weight settling between my legs. She kisses me once, dirty and deep, then reaches for something I can’t see.
“What is that?”
She holds up a wine-colored silk blindfold. Before I can finish the question, she kisses me again, slower this time but still firm. She ties it carefully around my head. Darkness settles. My skin prickles everywhere she touches me after that. She turns me onto my hands and knees, slides the thicker dildo back into my ass in one long push, and I moan into the mattress.
“You don’t need to see,” she says, voice soft but certain. “You only need to feel.”
My ass is already red and hot. I hear her pick something up—something heavier. She swings it through the air once. Cool air brushes my stinging skin. The second swing lands. Leather. A belt. The crack is sharp and the burn is immediate. I yelp. She works the dildo deeper at the same time, fucking my ass with it while the belt comes down again, then again, lower, higher, always careful, always deliberate. My pussy clenches around nothing. I’m dripping.
When I try to reach back and touch myself, she catches my wrist and delivers a harder strike across both cheeks. “Not yet.” Two fingers push into my cunt, then a third, stretching me while the belt lands again. The new leather is stiffer than the old one she used on me before. It bites. I know I was bad for trying to come without permission. I still push back onto her fingers and the dildo, begging with my body.
She keeps going until my ass is throbbing and my thighs are shaking. Then she pulls the dildo free. Something cold—her tongue, after she held an ice cube in her mouth—flicks over my clit. I cry out at the contrast. She licks me open, tongue broad and flat, then sucks my clit between her lips and grazes it with her teeth. Her hands reach under me to pinch and pull at my nipples while she eats me. I’m close already.
She slides under me, guiding me down until I’m straddling her face for a moment, then lower, until our bodies are pressed together. Her mouth finds mine again. The kiss is softer now, slower, full lips and a lazy tongue. She hooks one leg over mine and pulls me tight so our wet pussies grind together. The heat of her against me is almost too much after the cold of her tongue and the sting of the belt. I can feel how soaked she is, how soaked I am, the slick mess of us sliding together every time I rock my hips.
“Cindy,” I moan, voice broken.
She gathers some of our wetness on her fingers and brings them to my mouth. I suck them clean, tasting both of us. My ass still burns, the marks from the belt and her hand throbbing in time with my heartbeat, but the pain only makes the pleasure sharper. She knows exactly how far to push me. This is still new for me. She’s teaching me, showing me what my body has been begging for. The first night we met she saw it. Now there’s no going back.
She keeps grinding, slow and filthy, one hand in my hair, the other gripping my sore ass and pulling me harder against her. Every time I get close she eases off just enough to make me whimper, then starts again. The blindfold stays on. I don’t need to see her. I can feel everything—the heat of her skin, the wet drag of her cunt against mine, the way her breath catches when I grind down just right. She wants me to come like this, sore and dripping and completely hers.
And I do.