With the hot water pounding down on his back, conditioner coating his hand, he closed his eyes, fisting his hand around his dick as he started to pump, his mind already reaching for the memory of Ellie’s voice as she whimpered and moaned... the tiny noises she made in the back of her throat when the leather tip of the crop had landed on her breasts, inflicting little sparks of pain, but not the welts the full length of it had created.

Her creamy skin had marked up beautifully - the two large prints he’d left on her ass, the welts and peppering of small marks on her breasts, even her pussy lips had plumped and pinked under the small whip. Tomorrow, she’d feel his marks and remember every time she touched her breasts, every time her clothing moved over her skin... the two long welts would last till then and the abrasion from the burlap would make her more sensitive. She’d think about him every time she sat down, feeling the two spots where he’d focused her spanking.

And she’d agreed to scene with him again.

His balls tightened as he started thinking about all the perverse, sadistic things he could do to her.

Clamps and weights on those sensitive nipples. She’d make those little moaning noises in the back of her throat every time the weights swung, and he’d make sure they swung a lot.

Clamps on her pink labia. Maybe he’d connect them to the ones on her nipples, forcing her to hold a position or pull on the clamps... clover clamps, which would tighten with each tug.

Turn her ass pink with his hand and then setting lines across her blushing cheeks with a cane.

Flogging her from head to toe until she was begging to cum.

And once she was reduced to a mass of sensation, a seething mix of passion, pleasure, and agony, he’d sink his cock into her and finally sate the need which had been building since she’d come back into his life. He squeezed his cock, gasping as his orgasm hit him hard and fast, Ellie’s face standing out in his mind, her cries filling his ears.

“Fuck...” he muttered, leaning his shoulder against the tile of the shower wall. It felt cool against his skin as he straightened his knees, his cock throbbing and slowly softening in his hand.

It wasn’t the first time he’d jerked off while thinking about Ellie - and it probably wouldn’t be the last - but it was definitely one of the more potent. Sharing her scene with Andrew, when she had been blindfolded and hadn’t actually been submitting to him, hadn’t been nearly as emotionally satisfying, and, while it had fueled his fantasies, hadn’t had quite the same impact.

Waiting for next Saturday was going to be an exercise in patience.