"Don't be afraid." Her tone remained poised and definite, the whip slowly finding its way back onto his sore skin. "I forgot it's your first time." She added and struck him once again. "I have to be gentle with you."
Another hit grazed his skin and then stopped as she placed the whip beside him on the bed and ordered him to stand up.
He was then ordered to take off his trousers and take his place back on the bed, this time in an embarrassing position where his ass will be protruding against her eyes.
Bashful yet obedient, he obeyed her and gazed back at her as he found himself in an awful position, his heart thumping like heavy drums in metal music.
"Good boy." She praised and tenderly planted her hands on both of his cheeks, softly caressing his skin. The softness of his skin melted her senses.
Each touch was sending shocks of shivers down his spine, her returned softness catching him off guard.
She was altering from roughness to softness, getting his mind into a mess. But she did not know that. She was just doing what she wanted to do.
Softly as she sat on her toes, her hands parted his ass cheeks and her eyes gazed at his pink hole, staring at it for a while, that he tried to understand what she was doing.
And when he recognized her eyes on his hole, he began writhing, embarrassed, as the blood in his veins warmed up.
"Did I allow you to move?" She instantly clasped his ass cheeks tighter, inflicting gentle pain on his skin.
Quickly, he shook his head and halted his wriggles, wording how apologetic he was.
"I'll have to teach you nicely, so you behave the way I want you to." Adding in a tone of distaste, she stood back, releasing her grasp on his cheeks, and picked the whip back.
"Remember. You have to use your safe words if you feel like you can't take it." She explained and softly drew the whip on his ass cheeks, allowing him a new sensation.
"I wonder how it feels for the first time." She jerked the whip back in the air, adding, "But I guess I'll never know since I'm never going to be in your position." And struck his right cheek with the whip, causing him to flinch and wince from the pain.
"Is it fine?" He nodded his head in approval and employed the safe word yellow, allowing her to continue, while he bit his moans in.
And as she heard him use the safe word, she began striking him three times in a row, making him already gasp for air and moan as if he had been edging for months. Then he became unable to bite in his moans.
It was like the lightning had struck his soul, not giving him even a second to understand anything. All he could do was moan and let the pain course in his body.
He clutched the sheet as the pleasure traveled into his body along with the pain and stuffed his face into it, muffling his noises.
She had stopped after three hits, which made him wait for her to continue and she did, as she struck his other cheek. Three times in a row.
His reaction, his moans, and his obedience were slowly turning her more evil, prompting her to adapt to a rougher treatment.
"I think we should step it up a notch." She stated and this time, struck his already burning ass continuously until he was quivering and moaning a bit louder.
He sunk more into the mattress, his knees struggling to support his thawing ass, yet he held himself together, eager to pleasure her.
The sweat had concealed his skin like a body-hugging suit, while the passion draped hers like a devil's whisper. "Your safe word?" She paused and regarded him using the same word with eyes full of passion.
That prompted her rougher than before, striking his ass harder. He moaned and whined, almost like a cry, until he was using the word green.
A smile of darkness clouded her, allowing her sheer amusement, and she continued turning his ass into red cherries.
Each hit had started hurting him more than before, the marks slowly taking their place on his supple skin. "Your ass looks so beautiful. I wish you could see this." She continued hitting him and noticed his hanging dick getting harder.
It looked so red from afar and redder as she inclined to inspect. The tip was swollen, his balls filled with juices to find their way out of his urethra, the pre-cum hanging from his tip like saliva.
"I love it that you like it too." She boomed and planted a kiss on his burning ass, going back to striking his ass continuously, with much harsher force now.
He cried, yelled, and wished to stuff himself deeper into the mattress, an effect of pleasure and pain at the same time.
The pain was nerve-wracking, but the pleasure was even better, turning him into a perfect mosaicist until the pain increased.
His ass started burning like it was set on fire, and the continued hit on the same burning spot made his tears find their way out of his eyes.
He thought he could take it, listening to her grunts and sounds of satisfaction until he could not. He shouted his safe word. Lilies.
And her hands quickly halted, leaving his burning ass to feel more stingy as the air brushed against his bruises.
"It's okay." She quickly put the whip aside on the bed and led his heaving body to lie on it, continuing to tell him that he did well. Her words for his excellency soothed his pain, making him tear up even more.
"Oh, there, there." She quickly hugged him, lying beside him, and led his face into her neck, caressing his hair as he sought to calm down.
The high from the whip was still hazing him, making it harder for him to come back to normal.
"Relax. I'm here. You did well for your first time." She added as she planted kisses on his head, hugging him tighter in her arms. "My pretty boy. You were good. A good boy for mommy."
"It must hurt pretty bad." She whispered and made him look into her eyes. He was breathing heavily, his face thawing, as the tears oozed out like water in the pool.
"Can you wait here for a second? I'll be right back?" Her fingers cleared his tears with gentle care, her eyes waiting for his approval.
He waited for a second to understand the situation and lightly nodded as he had steadied a bit, watching her calm and bold demeanor cover his body under the blanket, and step out of the bedroom.
He was high from the intensity, alike the effect of any strong drug, but still, his eyes could not stop relishing the view before his eyes.
He was in her room, in her bed, covered under her scent. The situation was warm, cozy, and fulfilling for him. Almost like a dream, he could never dream of. Not in his wildest fantasies.
Gazing through the simplicity of her room, his eyes landed on the vase full of lilies sitting on her working table. They had dried a bit but still looked pretty.
--- Did she also adore lilies?
Astonishment made him stand up to grasp one, even if it stung to stand. Maintaining the blanket around his body, he tried to bring the flower near his nose to inhale the remaining scent, and unexpectedly it slithered from his hand. An effect of still being dazzled.
Quickly, he stooped to pick it up and noticed the transparent dustbin on her table's side, filled with book pages. The sight astounded him, because why would she throw so many book pages in the dustbin?
The curiosity then took birth in his mind and quitting the Lilly on the floor, he reached for the page in the dustbin.
Once the page was unscrambled, the realization confused him. It was her book. The English book, she claimed, had disappeared.
And they looked intentionally torn apart.
His once calm eyes then shifted their color, his mind starting to chime up, when suddenly she appeared in the room, prompting his hands to immediately hide the page under the blanket he was hovering around his body.
"What are you doing?" She was holding a bottle of lotion, paused by the door, her demeanor never changing. Her eyes were gazing at him with slight concern, while he looked scared.
His heart seemed to be stopped for a second, his mind trying to form an adequate answer for her question, when his swaying eyes noticed Lilly on the ground.
He quickly picked it up, forming a fake smile on his face, and pointed it out to her like a child. "I was just checking the Lillies." Thankfully, she did not notice the discomfort on his face as she thought it was just the aftereffect of the play.
"Hm. You should not be standing like that. Go lay down back on the bed." She serenely said and ordered him to lie on his stomach.
As he was lying on his stomach, he carefully placed the page under the pillow, disregarding her sitting beside his body on the bed.
"You are able to stand up right now. But it won't be easy later. You need to apply this lotion daily from now." A cold cream caressed his skin, making him grasp the sheet once again.
Her eyes instantly noticed his reaction as her hands softly spread it all over his ass. "I love how you're so sensitive. Is there any reason for it?"
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