EroticReverie

“What the hell...” I say and get up off the bed and walk over to the two doors. Each holding, an array of toys. Different kinds of paddles, whips, plugs, chains, ropes, handcuffs, clamps.

I walk over slowly and Julien stands beside me as I run my fingertips over the different objects on one of the closet doors.

“Are you freaked out?” he asks.

I turn and look at him briefly then back to the closet door and then walk to the middle where the x cross is and run my hand over the leather.

“Freaked out?” I ask. “By the fact you have some kinky Narnia....in a closet.....on your yacht....not at all” I say half sarcastically.

He laughs slightly.

I reach the other door of the closet. I see knives and flinch.

“No.” I point and look to him. “To these”

He nods. “Noted.”

“Do you...have you used them before?” I ask, not sure if I want the answer as I look back at them.My finger tip sliding over the handle of one.

“Yes.” he says, my eyes widen as Im turned away from him. I turn.

“Really?” I ask.

He nods.

“You’ve used it on others, or they on you?” I ask.

His lips turn up slightly. “Me on others. Although some of the other stuff, I’ve had used on me.”

“So...you let others use.....” I look around. I point to a ball gag. “This on you?”

He nods when I look to him for a response. I give a little smirk.  He smiles.

“Does that interest you? Gagging me?” He asks with a slight laugh.

“Hmmm....just when you get bossy and try to tell me what to do” I tease.

He laughs.

“Which of these do you plan on using on me?” I ask. 

He smiles. 

“Well,... whatever you’ll let me” he says. 

“Which hurts the least?” I ask when looking at the array of paddles, whips, flogger, cane , on the other side. 

He gives a small chuckle. “All depends on the force being used with each instrument.” 

“If you wanted to inflict the most pain you could....which would you use...” I ask and his eyebrow cocks, he licks his lips at the idea of hurting me. 

He steps forward, and lifts what seems just like a long stick, but I know better. I know it’s  cane, and that it’s nothing to underestimate. 

“This.” he says handing it to me. 

“Have you used this closet with a lot of women?” I ask. Holding the handle of the cane, dragging my fingers over the long length of the cane. 

“What’s a lot?” he asks and I look up. 

“More than twenty.” I say.

“Yes.” he says. 

“More than 50?” I ask. 

He then takes the cane from my hand gently, and I step back, wondering if he’s about to use it on me for being nosy. 

He sets the cane back in place and looks at me. 

“Yes.” he answers.

“More than 100?” I ask. 

He shrugs. “Maybe...lots of parties have been had on this boat...lots of willing participants.” he says and grabs my waist. I swallow hard.

“What are you going to do to me?” I ask looking up at him and he smirks. He reaches behind me, he takes a bar with cuffs attached to it, and walks over slightly, to where the hooks now hang from the ceiling. 

I swallow hard watching him attach the top of it to one of the hooks. 

“Come here” he says. I listen and slowly walk the few steps to him. 

“Lift your hands up as high as they go.” he says. I listen to the adjustments made to the height of the bar. A click of a lock as he puts it in place. I turn to look at it as he tugs on it to make sure it’s locked. 

I gulp. 

“I plan on putting you in these cuffs.” he says grabbing my wrist gently and lifting it. I watch him claps the first one around me, and tighten it. My heart beats faster.

I watch him do the other hand next. 

“Too tight?” he asks. 

I shake my head. He smirks slightly and walks back to the closet. I watch his eyes skim over the choice. I watch him pull something long from the door and inhale thinking it’s the cane. 

But it has a small leather piece at the tip. I realize it’s a crop.

“Don’t those hurt...a lot?” I ask. 

He walks over slowly lifting it, right under my chin. He pushes up gently , I lift my chin. He grins. 

“They can. but they can also be used lightly.” He says his voice dropping slightly deeper as he lowers the leather piece of the crop. His eyes on mine as he lets it lightly graze down my chest. His eyes then looking to the end of the crop as he lets it gently graze over my nipple. I tremble. From the touch, and from the fear that he could lift it, and slap it down over me at any time. I feel my pussy ache for him. 

“I thought you wanted to fuck my ass” I say. This gets me a small chuckle.

“Oh, I’m going to.” he smiles. “Don’t worry about that baby” he says as the leather piece glides down the middle of my stomach, over my navel as I watch his face grin as he traces slowly down between my legs. 

“Spread your legs” he says. I move them apart.

“Spread them until you’re on your tip toes” he says. 

I do as I’m told and spread my legs, as much as I can while being held up by the spreader bar and cuffs at my wrist.

“Good” he says, as he steps forward. Reaching down I feel him spread my lips. I breath heavily, adrenaline running through me, I jump slightly when he taps my clit with the end of the crop. He grins. 

“Are you scared?” he asks. 

I shake my head, half lying. 

He leans in. “You should be.” he whispers and I gasp as he kisses me, then pulls back, and he does the same thing again. Spanking my clit with the crop. Not much harder, but it’s more than just a little surprise this time. I feel the slight sting of it.

“I want to spank your little clit till it’s numb” he groans. I breathe heavier. He spanks it again, and he groans when I yelp and he drops to his knees, and before I know it. His mouth is on it. Sucking it hard, his tongue lashing over me and I squirm, panting as Julien shoves his face in my pussy, as if spanking my clit drove him to madness, and the only cure was to suck it and lick it himself. 

“God I love your fucking pussy” he groans and spits on it. I gasp, He sucks my clit again and stands back up. 

He grins, watching me pant, I bite my lip wanting his mouth back, somehow much more needy , now that I have no control. 

His lips glisten, and he licks them as he spreads my lips again. Carefully, he aims the leather piece, and slaps my clit. I jump and he groans, when I hiss sucking air in through my teeth. 

“Hurt?” he asks. 

“Just...a little” I say. 

He looks down and slaps it again, this time a bit harder. I gasp and wince slightly. 

“How about that” he growls. 

“It’s perfect” I say licking my lips and rolling my hips, wanting him to do it again. He raises his eyebrow. 

“You enjoy it?” he asks. I nod. 

He does it again. 

Again.

Again.

Again.

I gasp, I moan, I feel my lungs fill with air as I inhale sharply on the last and tremble with a whimper as I exhale. 

I lean my head back and wait for another equally pleasing slap of the crop on my clit, but the next one that comes is not forgiving, and knocks me off my feet, and I hang from my wrists with a whimper.

I hear him groan, and he helps me to my feet again, the cuffs no longer digging into my wrists. 

“Did you like that?” He asks, sliding behind me. 

“I...I dont know” I say. 

“Mmmmm” he says from behind and I feel his cock hard against my ass. 

“I’m going to spank you now.” he says. 

I nod. “Okay” I whimper.

I hear his feet walk over to the closet and I turn watching him, he looks over and grins. He grabs a paddle. It’s a dark wooden paddle, shaped just like ping pong paddle. 

“Stick your ass out for me” he says, walking over to me. 

I stand with my feet together and bend  my back and stick it out.

“Mmmmm” he groans.”Fuck, you’re a good girl” he says. I feel his hand rub over my ass cheek , and I moan when he gives it a gentle slap with his hand.

“You my good girl?” he groans and grabs my hair, pulling my head back as he rubs the paddle over my ass. 

“Yes” I answer. He gives me a hard smack on my left cheek. 

“Yes. SIR.” he corrects me as I yelp. 

“Y-yes. Sir” I whimper. and he groans holding my hair still as he spanks me again. 

“Who’s my good girl?” he asks. 

“I’m your good girl” I moan. He spanks me hard again.

“SIR” he growls.

I whimper and moan as he teases me, caressing my ass with the paddle. 

“I’m your good girl sir” I say and he slaps my ass again, not as hard and I moan. 

“You like me spanking you like a bad girl though, don’t you?” he asks from behind me, his voice sending shiver down my spine, making my pussy ache for him. 

“Yes sir” I answer and he groans into my ear. 

“Beg me to punish you Ms. Price” he says in my ear. “Beg me to hurt your perfect little ass” 

I moan.