Elsie’s eyes move to Brian’s. The look in his is glazed heat.
Elsie can feel the wetness oozing from her as she clenches her thighs. The heat pouring off the men burns her in the most delicious ways. They are equally powerful, dominant, and pillars of male perfection, but in very different, intoxicating ways. One alone is intense, both of them together promises to be explosive. Elsie watches them from under hooded eyes, drunk with desire, burning with need and hunger.
“Are you excited right now, Elsie, do you like being bound like that?” John questions her huskily.
“Yes,” the answer comes quickly but quietly.
“If we touch your pussy right now we’ll find it soaking wet, won’t we Angel?” he asks, moving now, beginning to circle her.
“Yes,” she says tightly.
“Have you ever been spanked, Elsie?”
“No,” she squeaks out.
The thought of it makes her heart jump.
“Have you ever been whipped, or caned, or flogged,” comes the next question from very close, but barely a whisper behind her. His face is so close to her ear that his warm breath licks her skin, so softly and seductively it makes her lids dip with desire.
“No,” she whispers.
“You want us to do this, don’t you Angel?” John rumbles deeply. His lips are a breath away from her shoulder, she can almost feel them gliding across her hot flesh as he speaks.
Elsie swallows hard, trying to hold back the moan creeping up her throat. Her head rolls to the side silently, begging him to touch her with his mouth, to please do something. The need inside her is becoming stronger.
“Yes,” she finally lets out a quiet plea. If John hadn’t been so intimately close to her, he wouldn’t have heard it.
“Tell me, Angel,” his lips like a butterfly on the thin skin of her ear with his words, “Does the thought of the kissing sting of the crop, on this beautiful body of yours, make your pussy clench with need?”
“Yes,” she calls out with need as her eyes close and her head dips back.
Brian kneels at Elsie’ feet, separating them and attaching something to her ankles. Her eyes open and she looks down. It’s a bar that holds her legs spread open. The cool air on her hot, wet, sex sends a ripple through her. The thrill of having her legs spread, leaving her open and waiting, is exhilarating. The intoxication that’s coming over her is hot and thick, and it’s seeping through her veins like the sweetest, most delicious drug.
John moves to stand in front of her now, a riding crop in his hand.
Elsie’s mouth goes dry and she lets out a little gasp.
“Feel the leather, Angel,” John says as he glides the cool tip over the front of her body.
He starts by placing the edge at the base of Elsie’s neck. It makes her head dip back as he glides it down her chest, around her nipples, over her stomach, down one leg and up the inside of the other and finally over her sex. She’s getting drunk from its touch.
Suddenly, another is caressing the skin on the back of her body and a visible chill moves through her.
“I’m going to blindfold you, Elsie. We want you to get lost in the sensations, put you in a world where nothing exists except feeling,” John tells her, his voice low and deep as his eyes sear into hers.
John moves to stand behind Elsie, so close they’re almost touching. Their body heat is embracing and enveloping each other, pulling them closer. He snakes a hand around Elsie’s neck and captures her chin. Pulling her to him slowly, her head dips back and she leans against his naked chest. John turns her face to look up at him as his mouth takes her. He needs to taste her, savor her, and make her moan. Nibbling along her cheek, he moves down to enjoy the perfect line of her jaw. His mouth comes to kiss her swollen lips and he sucks and bites them. A soft moan passes through her lips and John swallows it as if it were the elixir of life. Tasting her lips, feeling the softness of her tongue, he sends her into a world of erotic darkness.
Elsie is bathed in darkness, feelings, and sensations. Her skin is already singing with anticipation for the first stinging kiss from the crop.
John takes this opportunity to let the raw primal hunger he has for Elsie show. He looks on her longingly, ravenously, and possessively. To him, in this moment, she is the most beautiful woman he has ever laid eyes on. She is open and waiting, the hunger on her face is so beautiful. Her whole body is alive with desire, passion, and wanting. She has opened the door to that passionate woman who she’s kept locked up for so long and is giving her to them. Freely and without inhibitions, she has surrendered her passion. For them, for him, and for what she knows only he can give her. Because he knows without a doubt that he is falling in love with her.
The realization of John’s feelings for her fills him with apprehension…and with hope.
But right now, it’s time to take Elsie to the world she’s yearned for.
The cool leather strokes the flesh of her back and she arches from its touch.
Snick, the light sting pops on the front of her thigh, just at the crease where it V’s.
Pulse goes her loins.
Elsie sucks in a deep breath at the light stinging sensation. It feels so deliciously good.
The soft leather strokes her front.
Smack on her ass cheek.
Throb goes her pussy.
Yes, don’t stop, please…she moans inside.
The wave of desire is building, getting stronger and stronger. Her whole body is ignited with lust. She’s falling, swirling, giving herself over to the sensations, there is nothing but her and the feelings. She is almost gone.
The stroking and the smacks go back and forth, alternating from front to back.
The abyss of erotic
