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exited after freshening up, I saw a black crop, a brown strap paddle, and a full-headed black flogger lying on the side of the bed. Looking up, a coarse, beige rope hung from an eyebolt in the ceiling with leather cuffs attached. However, what really garnered my attention was Bond, standing naked in front of me, his five-foot, ten-inch, slender frame suiting me well.
    I loved that he had let his long, brown hair loose. I’d always had a thing for men with long hair.
    His full shaft and bulbous head let me know he was just as excited as my pounding heart indicated. Between his defined, smooth chest, hard cock, and the tools he’d set out, my pussy blushed appreciatively and my clit poked out.
    “Are these nipples ready for my abuse?” he asked, squeezing them tightly between his fingers. He led me under the eyebolt near the side of the bed. “Do you want a gag? I’m not going to be gentle.”
    I shook my head rapidly. “No.” I hated anything that could potentially restrict my breathing.
    “Don’t disappoint me,” he warned. He attached the padded leather cuffs to my wrists and tugged the rope until my arms stretched above my head, my feet still resting firmly on the ground. He brought over a thick piece of bamboo and used the long side of the rope to tie my ankles to the wood, keeping my feet fixed far apart.
    Completely exposed, I no longer had control over the outcome. My body vibrated and my breathing became low and shallow.
    “Your expression is such a turn on. Did you know that submission makes your eyes glow? I want the rest of your body to feel it too.” He ran his hands all over me as he devoured my mouth. Our intense chemistry sparked, increasing the sexual tension as he squeezed my breasts, plucking at my nipples.
    I twisted and turned from the flare of his fingers digging into my flesh, causing my juices to run onto my thighs.
    He slapped my boobs, and I wallowed in the sensation. Deriving pain from my body allowed me to enjoy the pleasure. Bond knew how to find the outer edges of my resistance. I could already tell he planned to push them.
    As if hearing me, he chose the strap and began working on my back, striping me with force as I squealed out with each strike. He had awakened every nerve ending, sending chills up and down my spine.
    I trembled with arousal.
    After throwing the strap down, he glanced up at me and twitched his eyebrows. He teased between picking up the crop, which I had experienced numerous times with him, and the flogger, which he seldomly used on me. With crop in hand, he started on the pulp of my large breasts, slapping closer and closer toward my nipples. Right and left, he alternated, until he landed directly on target.
    “Ahhh,” I cried, so high on the endorphins being released, the acute sensation had me gasping.
    He then found a rhythm, back and forth, landing squarely on my peaks.
    “Ohhh … ohhh … ohhh!” I cried with each snap of the crop.
    When the treatment ceased, he knelt down and reached between my thighs, caressing my clit with one hand while rubbing my G-spot with the other. He stopped and said, “I’ll be right back.” He quickly returned with a towel that he spread on the carpet under my soaking wet pussy.
    My cum had migrated past my thighs onto my lower legs.
    “Are you ready for more?”
    “Yesss,” I hissed through gritted teeth.
    “Just remember, you asked for it.” He picked up the flogger and started swiping my back with the many leather lashes, sending tremors over the surface of my skin. Once he struck the front of my body, I knew he had been taking it easy on me. He used the whip and swashed over my breasts harder than before. I screamed over the ferocity, twisting in my restraints and loving every second of it.
    Then he took me completely by surprise. He used the flogger on my thighs, until it landed right on my protruding clit.
    “Uhhh … Uhhh … oh, holy hell!” I yelled, instinctively attempting to close my legs.
    “Spread those