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vainly against the clasps at his wrists and his tortured expression was so pitiful Sky felt a genuine wave of sympathy.
    She brushed the tip of his cock against the febrile flesh of her labia. The gusset of her G-string had been pushed to one side and the bulbous tip of his swollen cock was allowed to stroke her smooth skin without obstruction.
    ‘Which is it to be, John?’ she whispered. ‘I need an answer quickly. The invitations have already been sent and the wheels are in motion. Do you want to spend the next fortnight locked in this chair? Or can I trust you to be an obedient little boy for me?’
    He began to nod eagerly and, in that instant, Sky realised she had won.
    ‘I’ll be yours,’ he assured her. ‘I’ll do whatever you want,’ he said quickly. ‘I’ll –’
    She pushed the tip of his cock against her wet hole and slid down on to him. He fell silent as soon as she made the move. As his cock continued to fill her, they both began to groan.
    Sky’s fingers went to the base of his length. She squeezed him hard, using the pads of her fingertips this time rather than the cruel edge of her nails. He bucked beneath her, his hips going forward as he struggled to slide further into the tight confines of her moist interior. His jaw was set in a determined grimace, the exertion contorting his features. The straining cords of his neck muscles pulsed with pure adrenaline as he fought to contain his orgasm.
    Panting happily, Sky squeezed his cock harder and stared down at him. ‘Do you promise to be a good boy?’
    He stared back at her with obvious admiration and nodded his assent.
    She studied his eyes, searching for a hint of rebellion in the pale-blue irises. The expression she saw there was one of absolute submission. Perhaps it was just the moment, she thought, or perhaps he was a damned good actor, but she doubted it was either. Her every instinct told her that she had total control over him.
    Releasing her hand from his cock, she fell heavily on to his length. The shaft jerked with a spasmodic rhythm, shooting the white-hot spray of his seed deep into her cleft. Her velvety inner walls were treated to a staccato titillation as his cock pulsed. The sensation was so fulfilling that Sky felt her own orgasm wrench its way through her body.
    Easing herself away from him, she watched his still-twitching shaft as it slipped from her satisfied hole. A dollop of thick white semen sprayed at her flat stomach and fell there like whipped cream.
    As his euphoria began to wane, Sky realised John was staring at the spatter of come.
    ‘Lick it off,’ she told him sharply.
    For a moment, she saw a flicker of rebellion lighting his eye. The expression was only there for an instant, quickly replaced by a look of alarm. John began to shake his head and tried to tell her that he did not want to lick his own come from her bare belly. But Sky was no longer listening.
    ‘I’ll get my crop, if that will help you.’ She made as if to climb from the stool.
    ‘OK,’ he told her quickly. ‘I’ll do it.’ He sounded weak and defeated as the words were torn from his throat.
    Sky did not allow him the chance to reconsider his decision. Forcing her stomach towards his mouth, she waited until she felt the warm tip of his tongue trail over her flesh. He made a muffled sound beneath her, as though he was gagging at the taste, but this simply made her smile broaden.
    ‘I don’t just want that little smear licking up,’ she said, moving her stomach away from him. She eased herself higher up the stool to the position she had taken at first. Lowering her sodden lips over his face, she said, ‘I want you to lick me properly clean.’
    With a moan of despair, John pushed his tongue inside her and began to lap at his spent seed.
    Sky laughed softly as his tongue teased the spilt fluid from her sex. She knew she was beyond the point of enjoying another orgasm but it was still a pleasing sensation to have him lick her in such a way.