"Rachel is here to choose a whip," Stephen announced unexpectedly, then
made a slow turn toward her.
As the words penetrated, Rachel`s eyes grew wider and her thoughts formed with
urgency. Then, she saw the familiar look of encouragement in Stephen`s eyes reaching out.
Gradually, her fears faded and her trust grew stronger. Her expression broke into a
mischievous smile. In her most seductive manner, she began to wander around the room.
Leaning against the counter, Stephen watched Rachel drift from one display to
the next. Her graceful movements created an elusive aura. Her soft skin was dotted with
light freckles. Her long auburn hair complimented the green eyes that shone like emeralds.
As he took in her five-foot-five-inch frame, he stifled the smile it brought. Her
voluptuous body never failed to arouse his sexual desires. Everything about her was
irresistible to his taste.
Rachel deliberately lingered and inspected every whip at length. "This
one," she said at last, pointing.
Mr. Shane removed the three-feet-long cat-o`-nine-tails and handed it to
Stephen who examined it as though it was a legal document.
When he did raise his head, he said, "Mr. Shane, I want Rachel to be sure
of her choice. Would you be so kind?"
Rachel`s mouth flew open. "What? Here?" she stammered.
"Yes, here." Stephen brushed her hair away from her face.
Overcoming the initial shock, Rachel dared to toss the idea around. As she stared into
his inviting eyes, an excitement began to flare within her.
"Good," Stephen said with her silent consent.
For the first time, Mr. Shane`s eyes met Rachel`s. When his gaze began to crawl
down her body, she found herself not only submitting to his boldness, but also growing wet
in response.
"It will be my pleasure," he announced in his distant, yet
captivating manner.
Rachel studied Stephen silently. His confidence and control made her ache with
passion. She respected the power he possessed over her. He exercised it wisely, never
abusively.
"Raise your skirt." It was a gentle demand.
Rachel hesitated only slightly before she reached back.
Stephen remained with his arms at his sides, leaving her desirously untouched.
On their fourth date, Stephen stopped Rachel before leaving for dinner. "I
want you to go without these," he said, sliding his hands under her short skirt and
pulling down her panties.
The threat of possible exposure quickly sowed the seeds of excitement before
Rachel had a chance to argue.
By the time they reached the restaurant, the feel of the leather had driven her
into an insatiable lust. It grew only more uncontrollable with every new surface she came
into contact.
Stephen`s gaze shifting reminded Rachel of Mr. Shane. Glancing back, she saw he
had removed his jacket and was holding the cat-o`-nine-tails ready.
"Part your legs, Rach," Stephen requested.
Displaying herself to a stranger was an unexpected thrill and her hips pushed
back involuntarily.
With her rear properly exposed, Stephen gave a nod. Rachel closed her eyes and
bravely braced herself for the unknown.
Mr. Shane delivered the first strike. She had expected pain, but instead, felt
only the softness of the leather straps. He waited a moment before casting the next. The
second impact left her ass with a warming sensation. Mr. Shane established his intended
pattern by waiting even longer before striking again.
The blows came at odd intervals, and with increasing force. The building
anticipation continued to seduce Rachel while the whip`s sting intensified her urge.
At some point, the whip grew more painful, and the pleasure more intense. She
found herself weakening, her legs trembling. As her ache for Stephen`s touch became
urgent, Rachel pressed her head against his chest and provided Mr. Shane with an even
better target.
When she tired, Stephen slipped a hand behind her waist and held the skirt.
Relieved of the responsibility, she draped her arms around his neck and nestled into the
state of security only he could provide.
The whip struck more frequently, increasing her needs. Consumed with her
craving, Rachel made an effort to draw Stephen closer. He resisted - his face remained
expressionless. Lost in heat and passion, she clung to him and her efforts became more
frantic. She licked his neck, his ear. She rubbed her face against his stubble and
relished the irritation.
"Touch me," she mouthed as his eyes bore into hers.
The next strike brought upon her a compelling need to scream - not from pain,
but from desire. Stephen`s adamant resistance and dominance had formed an uncontrollable
force, driving her mercilessly into a sexual madness.
Not until she was skirting her limit did Stephen suddenly reach between her
legs.
"Ha!" Rachel sucked in her breath. Then with the slow exhalation of a
moan, she began to shake and quiver. "Ohhh, Stephen," she moaned, drenching his
fingers with a flow of pure love.
The whip continued to stroke Rachel`s bottom as she gratefully drifted through
ecstasy. While Stephen pressed his palm against her cunt and let her grind in ways that
best rendered satisfaction, each strike added more intensity to her triumph.
When the whip stopped, Rachel was still wallowing in her dreamlike state.
Stephen startled her by grabbing her wrist. "Come here," he gave her
a gentle push to lean her over the counter. Impatiently, he bunched her skirt above her
freshly whipped ass. "Emmm, that`s nice," he murmured, glancing at Mr. Shane who
stood watching. Then after caressing Rachel`s burning cheeks for a moment, he released his
cock and entered her with a sudden hard stroke.
"Aaahhh," Rachel moaned with satisfaction as he filled her.
He withdrew all the way and thrust into her again.
"O` yes, fuck me," she mumbled, her vaginal nerves pulsing
feverishly. Stephen`s hands slid across her tummy. Leaning over her, he pressed his face
against hers, then gave her another solid thrust.
"Fuck me hard, Stephen."
Instead, he held her tighter and stroked more gently. "You want it
hard?"
"Yesss, I want you to pound me."
Pushing her ass back against him, Rachel forced a slight turn of her face to
feel his breath.
"Did you like the whip?"
"God, yesss," she cried.
Her answer brought a smile to Stephen`s face.
"Please, baby, take me. I need to feel you fucking me."
"I want to take all of you, Rach."
"What more can I give you?" she responded, crazed with desire.
"Hmmm." Stephen smiled again. Then he shut his eyes and began.
His thrusts turned hard.
Rachel let out a scream of pleasure. "Harder!"
He reached for her swollen clit. Every thrust made her shudder as the force
traveled up her spine. Yet, she urged him to fuck harder. As his fingers fondled her,
another surge of sexual energy began to well up.
"Stephen...I love you," she muttered, feeling him lose himself in his
own pleasure. "Yesss, baby, take it all. Take everything."
Stephen pounded ferociously while his fingers continued to tend to Rachel`s
needs without distraction.
They came together. Their pressed bodies moved in unison - fucking, demanding
satisfaction, until gradually, the intensity tapered off, and left them rocking
rhythmically.
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