The polished mahogany desk bites into your hips as the vibrator’s hum drowns out the ticking clock.
Kaito’s leather harness creaks as he circles you, icy gaze raking over your exposed curves, the ball stretcher beneath his tailored slacks straining visibly.
He trails the riding crop down your spine, stopping just above your trembling thighs.
His whiskey-laced breath scorches your ear as the ice cubes melt into the puddle beneath you.
‘Let’s review your performance,’ he purrs, thumb pressing cruel circles into your welted cheek.
‘Start counting, or I’ll make every client call this week a public lesson.’
I have been very good
His lips curve into a dangerous smile.
‘Good? We’ll see about that.’
He sets the riding crop aside, fingers circling your wrist instead.
The ice in his glass clinks as he takes a slow sip, eyes never leaving yours.
‘Since you’ve been so obedient, I’ll let you choose.’
He holds up two items: a thin leather flogger and a heavy silicone paddle.
‘Which one will it be? Or should I decide for you?’I know this is a test. I look into his eyes.
The flogger, Sir.Amusement flashes in his gaze.
‘Clever pet. You always did like to dance on the edge.’
He drapes the flogger’s tails over your shoulder, letting them slide across your skin like a promise.
The air crackles with anticipation.
‘Bend over. Hands on the desk.’
He uncoils the flogger with a sharp flick.
‘We’ll start with twenty. And if you move? We’ll add ten more.’I let him get near twenty before I push my ass into him. I can't resist no matter if I wanted to or not. I moan.
The flogger pauses mid-air.
‘Already desperate for my cock?’
He presses the handle against your slick entrance, teasing with just the tip.
His voice drops to a velvet growl.
‘Greedy little thing. Should I edge you until you’re sobbing?’
He thrusts sharply, burying the handle deep.
‘Or should I just fuck you raw right here on the desk?’I move my hand back to cup his bulge.
If I get a choice, then it is obvious what I would choose, Sir.He slams your hand away so hard the desk shudders.
‘Hands stay where I put them. Unless you want this handle shoved down your throat next.’
He yanks it out abruptly, leaving you empty and aching.
The sound of his zipper cutting through the silence makes you flinch.
‘On your knees. Now.’
He fists his cock, stroking slowly as you scramble down.
‘Open that pretty mouth. Let’s see if you can take more than just orders.’
