“Because I don’t need to be lectured while you’re doing it,” Alice mumbled distractedly, because he was running the slapper all over the tops of her buttocks now, even dipping it into the spread crevice of her ass. Meanwhile, his taut abdomen and crotch took up almost her entire field of vision. She could only look, not touch.
“I won’t lecture you if you do as I say,” he growled. He ran the slapper up the side of her body, sending a ripple of excitement through her. She moaned when he slid it over the globe of her breast. He covered her nipple with the leather slapper, pressed, and circled very subtly.
Liquid warmth rushed through her. She bit off a moan. It felt forbidden, but the vision of him holding that crop and pressing it against her nipple was downright dirty. Exciting.
“You like your new crop,” he said warmly, swishing the leather between the valley of her heaving breasts and stimulating her other nipple. Her nipples pinched tight, making her grit her teeth.
“Who says?” she grated out.
“You do,” he replied, using the leather to flick slightly at her left nipple. She moaned uncontrollably. She knew what he meant. He was making her nipples tight and hard. They hurt for stimulation. He lifted the slapper and tapped it against her right nipple. Air hissed between her teeth. Dylan made a deep rough sound of gratification.
“So sensitive. You’re going to break in this crop with a fury, aren’t you?”
“You’re the one doing that,” she said in a choked voice.
He laughed softly. “You’re right,” he agreed, before he continued to play with her breasts using the slapper, lifting and caressing the globes, rubbing the aching nipples, and every once in a while, erotically slapping the sides. Alice grew so aroused by the forced stimulation, a scream built in her throat.
He stepped closer, one foot between her splayed thighs, his crotch now just inches from her face. She could make out the shape of his succulent cockhead where it pressed against his pants. She craved the hard pressure of it against her parted lips, could imagine exactly how it would feel. Dylan had something else in mind, though.
“Lean into me a little. I’ve got you,” he said, his opened palm on her shoulder a steady support. She tilted toward him an inch, her hips rolling on the leather straps. The position exposed more of the tops of her buttocks, she realized with a sense of trepidation and excitement. He lifted the crop to her bare back and swished it up and down the length in a rhythmic motion. Down, up, down.
Pop.
He’d slapped the top of her buttock, but no sooner had he done it, then the crop was gliding back up her back. She tensed when he slid it down her spine again, but he only glided it back up to her shoulder blade. Then down to her ass and …
Smack.
Her body jolted in excitement. Her bottom tingled. She suddenly damned the stool very much, because she was left with no way to apply pressure against her wet pussy, suspended as it was between the leather straps. She shifted her hips in restless arousal.
“Keep still,” Dylan ordered tensely, never breaking his stride. He swished the slapper up and down her back, up and down, pop. He slapped her bottom. The steady rhythm, the sure knowledge that she’d be spanked on the second downstroke, drove her wild with aroused anticipation. Her clit pinched very tight. The air tickled at her wet, spread sex. Her entire awareness focused down to the movement of that evil, gliding little slapper and its cadence: up, down, up, down, slap; up, down, up, down, pop.
The tops of her buttocks started to burn. She knew that Dylan would protest if she shifted her hips too strenuously, but she instinctively pressed down with her pelvis, almost as if she thought the mere air could give the friction against her pussy she needed. It didn’t work. A frustrated, furious cry flew from her throat.
Dylan broke his wicked rhythm and rubbed the crop against her hip softly.
“What?” he murmured.
“My … There’s nothing to …” Alice paused in her desperate, flustered explanation for what she needed. Dylan had slid the crop to the front of her hip and now whisked it across her belly. He pressed up on it slightly, mounting the heavy, thick feeling of congestion at her sex.
“Alice?” he coaxed.
“What?”
“Just ask.”
She closed her eyes at the two words. Why did he have to make her say it? Both her ass and her pussy burned in tandem. Her clit sizzled. She bit off her plea and flexed her hips, whimpering when she couldn’t get the pressure she needed.
Required.
She clamped her eyes shut. A tiny bead of sweat rolled down the valley between her breasts.
“Put it between my legs like you did on my breast,” she whispered weakly.
He gently pushed back on her shoulder, straightening her. He lowered the slapper to her mons. She moaned as he pressed upward suggestively.
“Open your beautiful eyes and look at me,” she heard him say, his stern tone cutting through her increasingly mindless state. Slowly, she pried open her eyelids and peered up at him. His face looked fierce and rigid, but there was compassion mixing with the blaze in his eyes. “Say it out loud, Alice. What do you want?”
Her sex clenched tight, so hungry for pressure.