I struck the white pinhead against the flint and sulphur filled my nostrils. The flame flickered, and danced…I married the orange with the wick and the last candle was lit. The room had a soft glow, and to anyone else would seem romantic and peaceful, a sanctuary.
She yelped from behind her ball gag, a fast expression of air and simultaneously trying to inhale. Gurgling sounds filled the air and she tried to catch her breath around the spit on the edges of the glistening red red mass between her lips.
“That wasn’t hard enough, was it?” I asked with a half-crooked smirk.
She shook her head no, and slowly dragged her head to the left to look at me. Her Honey colored eyes, looking up at me, she was whimpering something indistinguishable. I put my hand firmly on the back of her neck. I could feel the softness of the wisps of her hair tickle my fingers. I pushed her head down to ground, until her cheek was resting on the carpet. I put my other hand, under her hips to let her know to lift her ass into the air for me. I rubbed her left ass cheek…to soothe the sting I had just provided…I rubbed it gently. She started to moan so softly…and before she had time to anticip *SMACK* I let my hand connect with her skin with such force, she collapsed onto the floor, her soft moans now loud.