The rain had begun to pour as he approached the last leg of his run and risen to a raging storm as he bounded the last few yards. By the time he reached the door his clothes were dripping and his skin was thoroughly soaked. Thundering through the entrance he wiped the sweat and weather from his face as the wind whipped in frantically behind him. As he kicked his trainers into the wall to drain with their own time he stepped to the kitchen to try and wring out as much moisture from himself as he could. It was then he heard the faint buzzing from up the stairs.
She had started without him.
Stalking up the stairs he found the bedroom door open and her lying waiting for him. She was upon her front, knees on the bed presenting her curved derriere to the sky. Her pale skin contrasting with the red sheets and the black object vibrating between her legs. She didn’t respond to his presence. Either she hadn’t heard him or she was playing coy. He had been out in the cold and rain as she had been lazily toying with herself. She knew what she was expecting. The whole scene had been posed as the willing submissive. He removed his shirt letting it slop to the ground as he stepped to the edge of the bed. Raising his arm he whipped his palm with a resounding crack against the exposed buttock.
A whimpering cry rose from the pillows with a sharp intake of breath. Reflexively her knees rose to pull her marked flesh away but he stopped this with a gentle hand on the small of her back holding her in place before his palm crashed down on her other cheek. Her breath caught again and the hand that had been toying at herself moved forward to support herself. The next two blows came in short succession one upon each side. A rosy glow had now begun to form on her pale skin, complemented by a noticeable glistening between her thighs. The abandoned dildo writhing between her knees.
He raised his hand again and observed her flinch beneath him as he softly caressed the marks he had left. Tracing his fingers down from her back through the crack of her bottom into the wet honey pot below. As he gently delved into her a moan now escaped her lips as the pleasure juxtaposed the sting of her cheeks. Taking advantage of the moment he removed his remaining clothes and took perch on the bed behind her. His fingers never moving from their slow passage inside of her. They stayed there until he was comfortably positioned behind her before he removed them to bring them up to his own lips from hers. Tasting the salty sweet juices he had created in her. Then he paused.
He allowed a heartbeat to go by without touching her. Suspense lay in the air, her face buried in the bedding not knowing when the next touch would come. Be it a powerful spank, or a loving stroke. The room lay quiet but for the storm outside and the neglected toy. In this moment she was powerless beneath him, not knowing where his will would take her.
The next crash caught her by surprise with a yelp. A roaring impact flowed through her body, then another, and a third. Each shock coming straight after the other giving her no moment to recover. The tempest continued not letting up till she was sure her flesh would catch fire. Till the pain reached a mounting crescendo and her throat tore with a raucous wail. The impacts ceased, giving her a precious second to centre herself.
It was now he picked up the ignored object from the bedding and placed it upon her clitoris. She came almost immediately, waves of pleasure heightened by the pulsing heat emanating from her buttocks. He didn’t let up the pressure on her until her shaking had subsided and she had gushed her wetness all over him and the sheets, slumping towards him drained of energy. He gently laid down besides her cupping the curves of her body as her mind came back to her.
When fully recovered he took her by the hand and led her to the bathroom. The hot shower would smart upon her raw skin as she knew the bruise was beginning to appear. Here she would take joy in thanking him for her punishment and joy in pleasuring him.
He always did this when she started without him. It’s why she started without him.
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