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after one night of tending to a sick Slayer

For the most part, taking care of Rain through the night was not that difficult. All April had to do was mostly hold him. Wet his forehead when he got too hot. And make sure he got to the washroom if he was about to get sick. By the morning, Rain would be waking up feeling better. Feeling that the flu bug was gone.

April was still sleeping beside him. Her arm around his waist, as she held him close.

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He winced with each lash of the whip but also moaned when she started rocking on his cock. "Fuuck." he whimpered, wishing he could touch her.

"You need something Slayer?" She could read him. Flicking the whip again. Riding him deeper and harder. Fingers matching her hips in motion.

He grunted and tugged at the restraints. He could break them if he wanted to but where's the fun in that. "Wishing I was a good enough boy that I could touch your body Mistress."

"Show me your strength, Slayer. Break your bonds." Another flick of the whip. Another bounce of her pussy on his cock. And twist inside of his ass.

He was a bit worried about breaking the bed frame, but in the heat of passion, if it happened it could be fixed later. He tugged a couple times with one arm and then snapped his wrist forward. The fabric tore with a loud ripping sound and that hand went immediately to her breast while he yanked with the other arm.

"I want that other hand behind your head. You have not earned a two-hand touch yet." April tsked at him. Riding him faster. Harder.

"Yes Mistress." he put his hand behind his head. The other groped her breast firmly, massaging and kneading. She had such lovely breasts, young and firm despite her true age.

Finding a good rhythm riding him, April moves deeper and harder on his cock, her breathing caught in a fevered pitch. Every now and then, the fetish whip would brush against his skin, turning it red and (temporarily) bruised. She was getting very close to an orgasm.

He was enjoying watching her ride him and the whip felt foreign but amazing. His cock was rock hard for her. Why was sex with her so much better than he'd had before? Maybe more of a connection with her? Who could say?

"Voice your pleasure, Slayer." April wanted to hear him cry out in pleasure. She was so close, she just needed a little push.

He let out a moan, and not because she told him to. "God Mistress.. you feel so tight around Slayer's cock. You bring me so much pleasure with the pain."

He would likely feel how wet she was, with her pussy driving harder now. The whip almost lost in its flickers at his chest, as her lips come down to lick at his bruises. "Beg me for my release, Slayer."

"Please Mistress. Please let me feel the grip of your orgasm squeeze this cock. Please let me hear your screams of release. Please honor me with your ultimate pleasure."

"Screams are for those being dominated." April has decided. But he could feel the grip of her orgasm, then the fluids release down his length, as her body shudders and a slight cry (but not a scream) of pleasure. And as only a girl can, she rides it out as long as she can. Flicking him with the whip again.

"Cum for me Slayer. Scream for me."

He loves the feel of her fluids when they run down his cock. He bites his lip and thrusts up as she rides down. A few more intense thrusts and his cock throbs, thickens and spurts forth a very large very hot spray of his own juices. He cries out, in a manly fashion of course, and his body thrashes as he cums for his Mistress.

Riding her Slayer for all he is worth, April moans at the sensation of him filling her. And for the next couple of moments, there is nothing but moans and grunts as she rides their orgasms to an end. Finally, she moves to lay on him, still with his cock in her pussy.

"Very good, Slayer. Good boy."

Rain practically purrrs. "God I love the way I feel inside you."

April blushes. Her body drapes across him, and there is a nuzzle. "Was it okay?" She referred to her being a dominatrix.

"Mmmhmm, it was." he smiles, nuzzling back. "It takes practice. I haven't done it many times either."

"As long as you enjoyed yourself, I will ensure to find reasons to dominate you."

"I did." he kisses her. "Did you?"

"I always enjoy my time with you. And it was a joy to share something new with you." Her fingers caress the collar that still decorates his neck.

"I had no idea having a tongue in my ass or anything inserted could feel so fucking amazing" he said enthusiastically. "Do I look good in a collar?" He chuckles.

((Sleep tight. Me too. Looking forward to our time together. And plotting new scenage all the time))

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