Mans Ruin - Part 5

Her master brings his hand down sharply. Each slap leaves heat on her skin and a gasp on her lips. He pauses between strikes, tracing the tender spots with lazy fingers until her body lifts toward his touch. A slim vibrator sinks into her, held fast by straps. She tries to tilt her hips but leather cuffs at her wrists hold her open. He circles the remote, raising the pulse when she strains. Slickness gathers at the folds the toy stretches. Her thighs shake with every click. He leans in, lips grazing her ear, telling her not to come until he says. She clenches around the humming shaft. Sweat gleams along her stomach and he smiles, watching her dance between need and obedience.