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almost lazily, and I grind upward into her mouth, desperately seeking more pressure, more speed, then make a garbled sound of protest as she pulls away and robs me of her perfect tongue, leaving me throbbing and breathless.
    â€œOn your belly,” she says calmly. Firmly. A small snap of the crop just in case her command wasn’t clear enough. Emboldened by frustration, I resist.
    â€œNo,” I say sulkily. “Make me.”
    â€œOh, honey,” she laughs, sounding amused. “Gladly.” Before she even finishes speaking the crop strikes the meaty side of my ass, all teasing gone.
    â€œOh,” I gasp as she revisits the spot. Her hand comes next, centered over the small rising welt, mixing the pain of the dull slap with the sharp sting the crop left behind. My hips jerk up reflexively and she takes advantage of the movement to grip me firmly with both of her hands, flipping me over so I’m lying panting on my belly. She runs her hands over the backs of my thighs and ass.
    â€œBeautiful,” she says, dropping a kiss on my cheeks.
    â€œAh,” I cry out as the soft feel of her lips suddenly gives way to a bite harsh enough to bring tears to my eyes.
    â€œSo pristine and asking to be marked,” she finishes.She pulls my ass roughly up into her, leaving me leaning down into the cuffs, ass and throbbing cunt exposed for her. Flush against her, I feel the outline of her garter belt. Fuck, I think. She knows how much I like that. She swats at the side of each breast. I feel the tip of the crop underneath me dragging over my belly and across my slick folds before reaching my ass, where she swipes it in a few places, seemingly judging their merit as a target. Swipes give way to swats. Gentle—infuriatingly so—teasing.
    â€œHarder,” I beg, too aroused for the torture of these featherlight sensations.
    â€œFirst defying me, now ordering me around,” she says with fire in her voice. “I don’t think so.” The crop falls swiftly. “You’ve been a bad girl,” she says, increasing the intensity of her blows. I can hear how much she’s enjoying this in her voice, and the throbbing arousal of my clit gets worse.
    â€œAw, this spot is sore, isn’t it?” Nicole asks teasingly as she pauses and runs her hand over what must be a nice welt developing. “What a shame,” she says, not sounding sorry at all as she brings the crop down with perfect aim on just that spot.
    â€œOh fuck,” I pant, the leather on my sore flesh toeing the brink of too painful, a delicious pain that I want to endure for her.
    â€œI love watching you take this from me,” she says appreciatively. “You’re nice and pink for me now,” she continues. She reaches between my legs to find me soaking.
    â€œJust like I thought,” she admonishes. “Bad girl, you enjoyed that too much.”
    All I can do is whimper. Her hand barely brushes my clit and I grind into it, needing her fingers inside me. But I know I can’t ask. I’ve been bad.
    â€œBad girl,” she says again, followed by a quick and purposeful strike with her crop. After a pause in the blows and with her hand between my legs, the sting of the leather feels exquisitely painful.
    â€œAre you sorry yet?” she asks.
    â€œYes,” I pant. “I am.”
    Nicole’s breath hovers in my ear for a moment and I turn my face to kiss her, wondering if my punishment is over, but then the breath disappears and the leather lashes across my skin.
    â€œThat didn’t sound sorry enough,” she explains.
    â€œI’m sorry. I was a bad girl for disobeying you and enjoying your punishment,” I say sincerely, taut with preparation for another blow, but I hear the crop drop softly on the bed. My legs are pushed roughly apart.
    â€œI think you’ve learned your lesson.” Her hand slides to my cunt.
    â€œSo wet for me,” she says softly as