Page 3 of In Her Own Way
“Thank you, Ma’am,” the woman said and pulled against the restraints. She clearly looked as if she’d been in them before. She was not a newbie then. Good. Nor did she seem like a fetish-seeking addict. That was also good.
Victoria tapped the woman’s ass with the crop to let her know what was coming. But then nice time was over. She flickedthe crop at the woman’s ass, leaving a beautiful red mark. The woman yelped in surprise.
“Color?”
“Green!”
“Good!” Victoria laughed and got down to business. Impact play was not only about creating sensations in the submissive, but it was also about creating connections between Domme and sub. She added a few more crop stripes down one ass cheek and then added a matching set on the other.
The woman was stoic but grunted at each hit. Victoria knew that it hurt. “It’ll turn for you,” Victoria counseled. “Let go.”
“Ungh,” the woman grunted again as Victoria assaulted the back of her thighs with equally spaced marks.
“Just be happy this isn’t a caning,” Victoria said. “Those grunts would alert the dungeon master outside this door, wouldn’t they?”
“Yeah,” came the breathy answer.
Victoria threw the crop down and got in the woman’s face. “Forget something?” She grabbed the woman’s chin in a show of power.
“Mmm,” the woman said, clearly soaking in the pain and feeling Victoria’s dominance. Victoria knew what was happening. The woman was trying to find enough functioning brain cells to answer. And that’s exactly what Victoria wanted. “Ma’am,” the woman finally got out.
“Better.” Victoria grabbed the back of the woman’s head as she leaned in for another sensual kiss. Victoria’s finger found its way to the woman’s center. She circled the distended clit slowly. The woman moaned her approval at this lucky turn of events. Victoria loved fingering a woman, finding out which brush strokes turned her on. She loved discovering the secrets of every woman she met.
Abruptly, Victoria bolted away. The woman groaned and said, “Tease.” In a flash, she added, “Ma’am.”
Victoria chuckled. “Good save, baby.” She picked up the flogger, draped the leather tails over the woman’s shoulder to let her know what was coming next, and then got to work. Some people could take a lot and some not. She figured this woman was experienced and could take more than a newbie, so the warm-up was quick.
“Fuck, yes,” the woman cried when the tails of the flogger hit their mark. Her legs spread wider. “Yes, Ma’am, yes, yes, yes.”
Excellent. Victoria had found the woman’s trigger. Flogging. She increased the intensity. Up the back and down again. She lingered on the ass cheeks, alternating them as she went, then down the back of the thighs. If they had time, she’d do the front. A quick glance at the clock counting down told her she didn’t, though. “Take it, baby. Take my flogger. Take the pain I’m giving you.”
The moans became constant and consistent. That was the trigger for Victoria; it always got her motor revving. She finished the pattern on the woman’s back, threw down the flogger, and unzipped her pants. She adjusted the strap-on in the harness. It was annoying to wear under clothes, especially when she had to tuck the thing, so it didn’t look like she had a huge erection bulging in the front of her pants, but it came with the territory.
“Soak it in, baby,” Victoria said as the woman writhed to get relief from what must be white-hot pain pulsing her brightly glowing red skin. “Soak it in.” If they had more time, she’d use a soft cloth to alleviate some of the burning, but they didn’t. She needed to save time for aftercare.
She pulled a condom out of her back pocket, showed the woman, and then slid it on. She placed her strap-on at the woman’s entrance and only inserted the head. The womanmoaned. If there was such a thing as a welcoming moan, that had been it. Victoria wrapped both arms around the woman’s waist and pulled her back onto her phallus.
“Ahh,” the woman said. “Yes, Ma’am. Please. Green, green, green.”
Victoria moaned at the encouraging words. She pulled back and began thrusting. Shit, the strap-on was hitting her own center just right. She wanted the woman to blow first, though. She grasped the woman’s hips and squeezed hard as she thrust in and out. “Fucking nice pussy, baby,” Victoria said. Another shaky moan came unbidden from her core. “Damn,” she said out loud. She had to hold off so she wouldn’t cum first.
She reached one hand around and found the woman’s clit. Attacking it full-on might be too much, so she rubbed along the side.
“Yes, yes, yes,” the woman moaned, breathless. “Yes, that. Perfect. Yes.” The stream of encouraging words continued until she inhaled sharply. Victoria kept up her rhythmic thrusts from behind and strokes near the clit. The woman’s orgasm hit. The moans were high-pitched and constant as she bucked her hips. Ahh, the power of it. The moans were Victoria-enabled music. “Fuck,” the woman said as her bucking slowed. “Fuck,” she said again, clearly catching her breath.
Now was the time. Victoria pulled her finger away from the woman’s clit, placed her finger in the woman’s mouth, and finger fucked her there. Meanwhile, the strap-on continued its work from behind. Yes, there it was. The spark was back. Victoria pistoned hard and fast. She bottomed out into the woman repeatedly so she could feel the bump on her side of the strap-on. Victoria’s low moans started before the orgasm did. The sensations started far from her center, causing small pulses in her sex, even though she had not yet climaxed.
The woman in her arms started moaning again. Shit, was she going to cum again? Fuck, yeah. Victoria’s center tightened and then burst wide open in wave after wave of pleasure. She knew she was moaning her release, but she was kind of elsewhere at the moment. When her own orgasm started to recede, she realized that the woman in her arms was cumming again.
“Fuck, yeah, baby,” Victoria encouraged and continued thrusting. Shit, she was getting tired. She was so out of practice.
When the woman’s moans lessened in intensity and finally stopped, Victoria stopped thrusting. She pulled out slowly. She rolled the condom off and tossed it in the trash. The woman’s breathing was finally coming down to normal, so Victoria moved in front and kissed her deeply.
“That was—” the woman moaned in Victoria’s arms. “Um, what?”
Victoria chuckled. The woman was soaring in afterglow. Time to uncuff her and make use of that cozy couch for aftercare.
Once situated on the couch with the woman cradled comfortably in Victoria’s lap, a light sheet draped over her naked body, Victoria took a deep breath and then said, “That was incredible, baby.”
