Not enough, Nesty?

Nesty lives for nights like this. On her knees, wrists bound behind her back, eyes fixed on Mandy who now walks slow circles around her. Mandy's bare feet hit the floor hard each time she closes the loop. Nesty feels each footstep in her cunt like a promise. Mandy picks up the black riding crop and weighs it in her hand. "Beg," she says. Nesty doesn't waste breath on words. She just opens her mouth wide and sticks out her tongue like an offering. Mandy laughs low in her throat, brings the leather tip to the wet flesh and presses, turns it, presses again until saliva runs down Nesty's chin. The first strike lands across Nesty's tits, sharp and mean, right over the nipple. Nesty jerks but stays quiet. The second hits the other side. Mandy leans down, traps one stinging nipple between her teeth and bites until tears spring to Nesty's eyes. When she straightens, Mandy's lips are slick with spit. She drags the tip of the crop between Nesty's spread thighs, taps once, twice, then snaps it upward against the swollen lips. Pain blooms white-hot. Nesty's knees threaten to buckle but she locks them, breathing through her teeth. Mandy squats in front of her. "Look at me," she says. Nesty obeys, eyes glossy. The crop flicks again, catching Nesty's clit this time. Nesty chokes out a moan. Mandy sticks two fingers into Nesty's mouth, hooks her cheek, forces her jaw wider. "You will thank me for each one." Nesty tries to answer but the fingers push her tongue back, turning words into muffled animal sounds. By the tenth strike, the skin across Nesty's breasts is raw pink stripes, her thighs tremble hard, slick runs in thin trails down to her knees. Mandy stands back, studying her. She twists Nesty's hair into a rope, yanks her head back until Nesty's throat is one long exposed line, then slowly grinds her cunt against Nesty's open mouth. Nesty licks like she has been starving. Mandy rides the motion, holds Nesty's face pressed tight to her clit, uses the girl as nothing but friction and tongue. She comes with a low, vicious grunt and lets Nesty stay there, panting into the soaked heat. Then Mandy stands, crops her once more across the back, and walks away without a word, leaving Nesty on the floor shaking with need.