The sensations assaulting her were confusing and arousing. Her ass was full, uncomfortable, and just the memory of the long, slow slide of the plug into her made her feel breathless. It hadn’t hurt enough to make her say ‘red’ but the long burn had been completely new to her while the slow filling had made her pussy throb.

Now, her breasts were beginning to burn too, as he lay down another streak of fire across the tops of her breasts, and followed it up with slaps and more rubbing.

Her ass was full, throbbing, and burning with discomfort. Her breasts were tender, tingling, and licked with fire. But her pussy, her needy, quivering pussy, was left quiet and empty.

THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!

Michael started to rain little strikes down across her breasts and stomach, using just the leather flap on the end of the crop, and Ellie arched as she fisted her hands by her head. Not being bound actually made it harder not to move as the little, stinging slaps bit into her flesh, sparking pain with every blow.

The sudden start of vibrations in her ass had her hips jerking upwards, and she cried out as her anus spasmed and tightened around the plug, making it feel even larger as it buzzed inside of her. Her pussy throbbed, emptier and needier than ever.

“Please,” she begged, arching her back but otherwise managing to hold the rest of her body in place. “Please... more...”

The small strikes of pain mixed with her growing pleasure, adding to her need as the pressure inside of her began to build.

“More?” Michael asked, with a sadistic smirk as he laid down the crop. “More here?”

Ellie nearly screamed with frustration and the explosion of pain and pleasure as his hands closed over her breasts and roughly caressed. Her sensitive skin flared and burned at his hot touch, the welts throbbing and stinging. When his fingers closed over her nipples and pinched hard, crushing the tiny buds like tight clamps, she cried out as she nearly orgasmed from that alone. Her pussy convulsed, so empty, so needy... stimulated only by the vibrations in her ass.

“Please,” she begged breathlessly, practically tearful from the aching need to orgasm. She was so close... so very, very close. “Please whip my pussy.”

Leaning over her, Michael brushed his lips over hers, very gently, a complete contrast to the way his hands were mauling her aching breasts. “As you wish.”

Even when he released her breasts, they didn’t stop hurting. Blood rushed back into her crushed nipples, the lingering ache of his roughness tingled on her skin, and the cool air felt even colder against the warmth of her skin. Her knees fell to the side, opening her even further, as he moved down to the other end of the desk, picking up the small whip on the way.