“Very pretty, Ellie,” Michael said approvingly. His free hand caressed her ankle and calf, warm and gentle. She closed her eyes for just a moment, taking in all the sensations, feeling every inch of her body, her ass tightening around the plug inside of it.

Pain and pleasure exploded as tiny rubber strands snapped against her pussy lips and clit. She cried out, her knees involuntarily coming together.

“Open, Ellie,” Michael said, his voice firm as his hand slid up her calf, exerting pressure to make her legs fall open again.

She obeyed, her hips tilting to offer her pussy up for more abuse.

Her body arched and writhed as the whip landed again on her most tender parts, her pussy and ass spasming. The vibrations in her ass felt more intense than ever... she was so close to cumming...

Another snap of rubber tendrils stung her lips and clit, and she cried out... and then screamed as Michael’s hot mouth suddenly closed over her abused clit. He sucked hard, and Ellie’s orgasm went from good to overwhelmingly intense in a heartbeat. She sobbed as her body pulsed, bringing her hands down to tangle them in Michael’s hair as his tongue flicked against her swollen clit.

It was the most satisfying orgasm she’d had in months.

Taking long, slow licks of Ellie’s creamy slit as she came down from her orgasm, Michael adjusted his cock in his pants, trying to keep his fantasies under control. Tonight was about her, not about him.

Keep her coming back for more.

Hopefully.

He shut off the vibrator in her ass, letting it go quiet. Although, he wasn’t going to remove it. He wanted to send her home with it.

When she let out a long sigh and her hands relaxed in his hair, Michael reluctantly straightened. The tart, sweet taste of her filled his mouth, and it was all too easy to imagine grasping her by the hips and pulling her to the edge of the desk so he could fuck her senseless while sharing the taste of her cream with her.

Opening her eyes, Ellie looked surprised as he helped her sit up, holding her corset in his hand.

“What about you?” she asked, looking a little dazed. “What about sex?”

“My decision as the Dom, remember? I’d like to do another scene with you though. Next week, same time?” he responded as she slid to a standing position. He pulled the corset around her. With the loose laces, the front clasps easily slid into the place.

She stayed silent as he turned her away from him so he could tighten the laces just enough for the corset to stay in place, although not nearly as tight as they’d been when she’d arrived at the club. When she faced him again, her expression was wary but thoughtful.

“Okay,” she said quietly.