"I want you to hit me like you mean it." I say, watching your eyes begin to blur over with lust.
"I've been trying." You say, hitting my legs with the cane hard, the sound whipping in my ear before the hit meets it mark. I hiss and laugh as the skin radiates with a pain that goes straight to my dick.
"That was better. I could feel that one." I tease, and you growl and grab me, pulling my shirt to the side to find a proper place, and sink your teeth into my flesh. The breath catches in my throat as a stream of "Yesyesyesyesyes" comes out of my mouth and I grab and claw at any part of you that gets your closer. My own thoughts blur over and all I can think about is having you beat me to a pulp, and praising you for it every step of the way. You pull away to me in a lust grabbing for you to pull your mouth to my skin again.
"I think that helped.~" You tease back, ever confident.
"Shut up and hit me again."
