"Spoiled," he teases, and then pulls the flogger back, letting the strands sway back and forth with the slightest motion of his wrist so only the thinner ends brush against Monty's skin, like a series of little pinpricks, the lightest of stings.
"If you want my cock, you're going to have to earn it, little one," he chides, as if scolding an errant child. "You're doing well so far tonight, but I really wonder if you'll be able to hold out." He tilts his head, and then raises his arm, holding it still for a breath, leaving Monty utterly exposed and untouched, watching the way their flesh quivers and shakes.
"I wonder if I even want you to hold out," he adds, and then brings his hand down in a strike. It's hardly as dramatic as the crop, without the sharp, concentrated sting of the wide flat tip, just a myriad of sensations all at once, over a larger area of sensitive, swollen skin.
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"If you want my cock, you're going to have to earn it, little one," he chides, as if scolding an errant child. "You're doing well so far tonight, but I really wonder if you'll be able to hold out." He tilts his head, and then raises his arm, holding it still for a breath, leaving Monty utterly exposed and untouched, watching the way their flesh quivers and shakes.
"I wonder if I even want you to hold out," he adds, and then brings his hand down in a strike. It's hardly as dramatic as the crop, without the sharp, concentrated sting of the wide flat tip, just a myriad of sensations all at once, over a larger area of sensitive, swollen skin.