Forbidden Cravings

I lay naked, my torn t-shirt and jeans discarded, my black boots kicked aside, my wrists cuffed to the bed’s sides, my body exposed, vulnerable, the libido booster drink still warming my veins, keeping me sharp. The blindfold over my eyes plunged me into total blackness, the silk cool against my skin, heightening every sound, every touch—the slow hum of the music, the soft creak of her heels on the carpet.

"Ahhmm..." I moan as she traced a flogger over my body, its leather strands teasing my chest, my abs, my thighs, the touch light but electric, building anticipation, my pulse racing, my breath uneven.

*Zap.* The flogger struck my chest, a sharp sting that sent a tingling sensation through me, the pain blending with pleasure.

"Ahh..." I moaned, my body arching slightly, the cuffs rattling.

"Ehehe, good reaction, sweetheart," Elizabeth said, her voice sultry, the flogger trailing again, teasing my ribs, my hips and

*Zap.*

She hit me again, the flogger striking my groin, the sting sharper, my dick hardening, throbbing, the sensation building, my body responding despite the cuffs, the blindfold, the vulnerability.

"You like that, don’t you?" she purred, her voice closer, her breath warm.

"Yeah..." I said, my voice rough, my dick twitching.

She struck again, *zap*, the flogger hitting my chest, then my thighs, then on my dick.