Instead, he focused on whipping her breasts, ignoring his cock, as he turned her skin from cream, to pink, to an angry, bright red. It didn’t take long, using the wide leather strap, even if he wasn’t beating her full force, but the effort left both of them panting and horny. When he moved back down where Ellie’s legs were spread, he could see a small puddle of wet juices on the table beneath her, her labia were dark pink and slick with her cream, and her clit was bright red and completely erect.

She was temptation incarnate.

“Please, Master Michael, please, fuck me,” she started to beg, as if sensing his desire, his wavering resolve. Only the fact she’d called him Master Michael, rather than Michael, allowed him to keep his head.

Michael had noticed Ellie used calling all of the Doms by the honorific and their name as a tactic to distance herself from them. His name or Master was too intimate for her, apparently. Which sucked, but also helped him hold onto his self-control.

“Not tonight, Ellie.”

The chains on her wrist cuffs rattled as she jerked them angrily. “Dammit, it’s fine, just fuck me!”

Her sudden ascent into anger proved everything was definitely not fine. Whatever had happened before they came down here, it was still affecting her, and their first time was not going to happen when she wasn’t totally into the scene.

So Michael slapped his hand against her pussy, spanking the puffy lips. The wet sound cut off her angry begging, her honey clinging to his fingers when he pulled them away.

SMACK!

He slapped her pussy again, but this time, instead of pulling his fingers away, he kept them pressed against her wet flesh and rubbed. Ellie moaned as he did so. It was doubtful she was feeling much stimulation from the oils now, although she’d still be sensitive,

“Who is in charge, Ellie?” he asked softly, his voice laced with steel.

“You are,” she said, with a breathy little sigh of disappointment. A sad subbie who’d already realized she wasn’t going to get laid. Michael’s lips twitched in amusement.

“Good girl,” he said, and slapped her pussy again as a reward.

Ellie arched against his hand, moaning, and she cried out as he pushed his fingers into her tight hole. Her hips moved, working up and down, her body undulating, and Michael grinned as he realized she was putting on a little bit of a show for his benefit.

Trying to tempt him.

Naughty subbie. But adorable.

Pumping his fingers in and out of her pussy with his right hand, trying to ignore his aching cock as her wet muscles shuddered around his fingers, he reached up with his left to play with her breasts. Now, her writhing became more real as he reignited the torment from her whipping, his fingers roughly handling her soft flesh, kneading and squeezing.