Sex Court - Episode 2

She had him bound at the wrists and ankles, legs spread wide across the leather bench. He strained against the leather cuffs but each pull only tightened the straps around his thighs. She watched his cock twitch and darken as she circled him. The first stroke of her crop landed across his inner thigh, sharp and sudden. He jerked. The second came lower, catching the tender skin where thigh met groin. He moaned and his cock jumped. She smiled, slow and private. She trailed the leather tongue over his balls, letting him feel the cool weight of it before drawing it up the underside of his shaft. He breathed through his teeth. She struck again, this time across the head of his cock. He cried out, hips bucking upward, and a thin string of pre-cum stretched from his slit to his stomach. She leaned down, breath warm against his ear. "Count them," she said. Each number left his mouth thicker, needier. By fifteen his cock was dark and glistening, the leather bench slick beneath him. She set the crop aside and wrapped her hand around him, stroking once, twice, then stopping just before he could spill. He gasped, desperate. She pressed two fingers into the slickness at his tip and spread it over the sensitive skin, watching his whole body tremble. Then she reached for the crop again.