Wednesday, 12 April 2017

Pain - Part of an Occasional Series of New Flash Fiction

She trembled as he bound her wrists and bent her gently over the table, parting her legs so that her cunt showed.  Are you ready? he whispered and she nodded, gritting her teeth in anticipation of his sharp stinging blows.  Later, she would come loud and hard, but even the pneumatic sweetness of her climaxes could not compete with the bitter-sweet ecstasy of his cane, and she was already finished and yearning for their next session as she heard him yanking down his zipper.

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