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Kyra came back to her senses long enough to take off his underwear and fumble with the lock of the chastity device. Julian bowed his back, not only because his hands were trapped behind him, but also for release. She rewarded him with a sensuous ride of her tongue along his shaft, driving him to the first scream even before she had started going down on him. For a flitting moment Kyra thought that his anger had channeled quite nicely and was a much better trigger for sex than anything she could think of, but then the moment was over, and she realized that she had taken off pullover and shirt. Her bra was next, and she drove them both to a new level of sensation when her warm naked skin touched his.
“Oh, God…” Julian swallowed.

Kyra saw his big pulse at the neck beat and the sweat that covered his chest. She bit her way down to his naval, leaving small teeth marks on his tight skin. He had spread his legs wide for her to kneel between and hoped she would go down on him right here. It took him a moment in the pause of her teasing to find out that she had stood up to fetch the cane from the wall. “No… You're not going to hit me now! No, no!”

“You either turn and it will be your butt or you lie there and take it on your belly.” Julian growled something unintelligible, and she raised the cane. “No argument, no anger. Remember that, Julian.”

He made the effort to turn, but it cost him. To be under her heels like that was not what had been on her mind when she had undressed him. But he preferred his back hurt instead of his front. One miss and all of his lust would turn to real pain.
“Head down on the carpet!” He knelt in the most vulnerable position, head down and ass up and, by his heavy breathing, she knew he did not like it at all. So he kept the pained moaning to himself. The only sound was the swishing of the cane and the short impact. He clenched his teeth, grunted, but did neither whimper nor cry out when the last hit home right below his buttocks. It had been the shortest beating ever, no more than five strikes, and he knelt and waited, and only when he heard the cane drop did he dare to turn his head a fraction. Kyra was already behind him, both hands on his sides and then, while his mind fought to understand what was going on, she licked the spot above his cleft, showering him with lust. Overruling pain and the sense of humiliation in one lavish movement.

“Oh, my God…”

“Nothing can help you now,” she whispered, satisfied to have gotten him where she wanted. He was like butter now. Melting and melting quicker from one moment to the next. Eager and ready to follow her command. She could lead him around at his nose now if she pleased and he would not dare arguing. She took a moment to shed her dress pants. Julian craned his neck to watch her, but did not change position until she ordered him to lie on the mattress in the kitchen. He sat down carefully, but the welts did not hurt as much as those by the whip. While his head was lifted from the mattress his eyes were glued to Kyra's body and the undies that followed the rest of her clothes. He was helpless, expecting, hoping and so heavily aroused he could hardly swallow let alone breathe. She crouched between his legs and ran her hands up his shins. Over his kneecaps. Over his thighs. Watching his reaction was worth every moment. He licked his lips, panting loudly. Every move, every look aroused her more. Who needed foreplay when you could watch such a hunk melt under your fingertips? Kyra granted him a smile and found it returned. He loved the game. She moved upwards with her hands, turned every touch into a small sensation. Shivers ran across his abs.

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