Before we jump into this hot love triangle sequel, be sure to check out Kate’s Fresh Spin where the initial sparks began and sets the stage for the passion and intrigue that follows.
Kate laughed, throwing her head back, her chest shook from the vibrations. She knew she could do absolutely anything to us and we would still love it. And that was what she planned.
“Go ahead, suck him,” she smiled at me, “I want to see you gagging on his cock.”
I nodded yet again and changed my position. The bed was big enough to let me lay in between his legs comfortably. I started licking his limp dick, trying to get him hard, but then I felt a whip land on my left buttock. It wasn’t a hit, but she firmly pressed the leather strap into my skin, as a reminder of sorts. A true dominatrix, effortlessly in charge of everything.
“Do good, or face the punishment,” she said quietly.
I shivered and continued my work. Once he was hard, I started sucking him for real.
Kate sat beside us and held my head, dictating the tempo.
“Do you like it?” she asked Derek, smirking.
“Yes, Miss,” he admitted.
She abruptly jerked my head up and muttered, “That would be enough.”
Then, she made me lay next to him again and stood up, looking at us with desire.
“Return her the favour,” she nodded to him.
He didn’t need to b e asked twice and immediately dived in between my legs.
Once I felt his wet tongue coming in contact with my, swollen from arousal, clitoris, I wanted to grab his head and pull him closer. Unfortunately, Kate guessed my intentions and smacked my hand away. Instead, she was the one to grab his hair and push him further inside my crotch.
“I can tell that you love it, you’re pathetic. You live to please others, hm?” she talked to him, while his face was getting more and more red due to lack of oxygen.
She was literally smothering him with my pussy and I loved it. I wanted more and more, but I wasn’t the one in charge. Tonight, there was only one star of the evening, and it was her. I was kind of used to this, working as a professional escort, but I wouldn’t mind having more to say. Right when I thought that Derek would pass out, she let go of him, pulling him away instead.
“Do you want to fuck her?” she asked, so quietly it was almost a whisper, “Do you want to put your useless little prick inside this tasty pussy?”
He didn’t answer, probably unsure what to say. Her slap came out of nowhere, so fast I barely noticed her move, if not for the red mark in the shape of her hand on his cheek and a loud, obnoxious clap that echoed in the room.
“Answer me!” she did not raise her voice, but the typical dominatrix force standing behind this order was enormous.
“Yes, Miss,” he confessed.
Kate grabbed his chin, making him look at her and digging her sharp nails into his skin.
“Full sentence, you cretin,” she drawled.
“I want to fuck her,” he whined, clearly in pain.
“Not good enough,” she sang, pulling him harder.
“I want to put my small cock inside her, please,” he repeated.
She laughed, throwing her head back in a sexy way; that was her signature move which worked on nearly everyone.
“All right then,” she smiled, “Lay down next to her, and you, love, stand up.”
We both listened to her orders, without a word of protest. After all, she was the dominatrix here.
She steered me to sit on his thighs, turned backwards, and lower my hips, so that the tip of his dick was gently brushing against my labia, but that was all.
“Stay like this, my love birds,” she said and exited the room.
It was hard. The position wasn’t that uncomfortable, but I wanted to ride him already. As a professional escort I was used to being denied sexual gratification, but I also couldn’t remember the last time I was so worked up. I was counting, I wanted to know how long she was going to be gone for. A minute later I felt a drip of sweat travelling down my spine, Derek’s twitched a little when it fell on his chest. Another minute later she finally came back. I smelled the aroma of fresh coffee, and noticed she indeed was holding a cup. She sat down and watched us, slowly wiping her coffee. Right when I thought I can’t keep the position much longer, she stood up. Only now I saw the double-ended dildo she was holding.
Kate’s dangerous smile made me shiver. Her dominatrix side was scary, but at the same time extremely alluring. She locked the dildo in between Derek’s thighs and steered me to sit on it. It easily slid into my wet pussy and I let out a moan, finally getting what my body craved for a long time. I started riding it, leaning forward, just like she ordered me too. I could feel Derek’s cock brushing against my buttocks from time to time. I felt sorry for him, but the sweet torture was probably what he wanted.
After a couple of minutes I finished and Kate let me get up. Our client’s cock was still hard and red, he clearly needed release as well.
“You can come now,” Kate ordered.
“But, I…” he opposed weakly.
Apparently coming on command wasn’t something he was capable of, but she didn’t care. She took her whip and slapped him on his thigh.
“I’m going to hit you higher and higher, until you cum,” she said.
He didn’t say anything, but whimpered, when another smack indeed was a good two inches higher. I watched as Kate was getting higher and higher, but finally Derek managed to make himself orgasm, in exactly the last moment.
“Thank you, Miss,” he whispered, exhausted from the emotional rollercoaster of the past hours.
I think I want to be a dominatrix, not only a professional escort, after seeing what Kate did I want to be like her.
Ready to elevate your intimate experiences? Dive deeper into the world of sensuality with our latest sex guide on Breath Play. This introductory guide this guide will enhance your understanding and pleasure.
