He yanked the belt from his pants in one quick motion and I heard myself beg, “Oh, please. Oh, please. Oh, please,” as I fought against the restraints to rub my legs together.
“Be still.”
I whimpered, but obeyed. He slapped the belt against the palm of his hand and walked to the front of the bench to stand before me. With each step he took, he repeated the slap against the palm of his hand. The sound echoed in the otherwise quiet room.
His feet came into view and he dropped the end of the belt so it dangled to his side, the tail end swaying ever so slightly. “Earn it,” he commanded. “Earn me marking that delicious ass and pussy.”
Still holding the belt with one hand, he unzipped his pants and pushed them over his hips. His magnificent erection was inches from my face. I licked my lips at the sight of its hard, straining length.
“Yes, Abigail, I’m going to fuck your mouth and you’re going to swallow everything I give you.” He tapped my chin. “Open and take me.”
It was awkward, but I was just able to engulf his cock in the position I was in. He pushed his hips forward and hit the back of my throat.
“All the way,” he said.
Normally, I’d lift my head up, but tied as I was, I couldn’t get him all the way in my mouth. Keeping the belt in one hand, he grabbed both sides of my head by my hair. He bent his knees and with that angle, I was able to take him completely.
“Fuck, you feel good.” He gave a few preliminary thrusts before he started using my mouth in earnest. In binding me to the bench, he’d put me in a position to take whatever he gave me. The thought of him using me for his pleasure spurred me on and I relaxed my throat even more to allow him better access.
“So good,” he said in between thrusts.
There had been times I’d served him orally when he held off his climax as long as possible. He didn’t seem to be inclined to do so at the moment, though. His use of me was hard and fast and it wasn’t too long before I felt his impending release. He pulled my hair harder, thrusting deep inside my mouth, and then held still.
“Going to come so hard,” he said in a near growl. “And you’re going to swallow it all.”
He came with a grunt and I worked frantically to ensure nothing escaped. He dropped the belt and held my head, his fingers now stroking my hair. My body nearly hummed with the pleasure I found in his touch.
“So good, my lovely,” he whispered. “I love the way you serve me. Holding nothing back. Giving me everything.”
He withdrew from my mouth and pulled his pants up. Serving him turned me on and while he might have had some relief with his climax, I still ached for mine. He would know this and I wasn’t surprised when he kept his hands running across my body, teasing here and there, as he moved to position himself behind me.
He slid a finger into me. “Perhaps you’ll earn my belt by this evening. But for now, we’ll start with something else I know you’ve been craving.”
Even though I expected it, when he placed the leather strap beside my head, my heart skipped a beat. I had wanted him to spank me, but it wasn’t until I saw what he had planned that I realized I needed it so badly.
“Do you wish to say anything?” he asked, dipping another finger into me and smiling with satisfaction at the wetness he found.
“Please, please, please, Master. I need—”
My words were cut short by a hard slap against my ass.
“Need what?”
I groaned. “That, Master. I need you to spank me.”
He didn’t say anything, but answered me with soft smacks that gradually grew harder. I tried to shift my hips—my clit was desperate for friction—but as soon as I moved a muscle he stopped.
“I bound you to the table for a reason, Abigail. Move again and I’ll stop completely.”
“I’m sorry, Master.”
“Prove it by remaining still.”
He started once more and I forced myself to remain still. As the temptation to squirm grew stronger and stronger, I closed my eyes and breathed in and out with slow, measured breaths. I cleared my mind and set my focus solely on him.
“Very nice, my lovely.”
He continued, using only his hands, taking time to prepare my skin, and every so often, teasing my swollen flesh by slipping a finger or two inside me and then circling my clit. The smacks to my ass got harder and faster, yet somehow he was still pumping his fingers in and out of me.
My breathing grew choppy as his fingers went deeper and deeper, tormenting me by almost brushing my G-spot. And all the while, his other hand still rained delicious swats.