He lay there for a few minutes wondering what was next, feeling excited. He heard the door open then close. Then a drawer opening and closing.

The bed gently rocked as I climbed over his naked body and knelt over him.

My hands glided over his back like silk, up to his neck where I gently massaged. My hands slowly moved down, my nails dug in hard and scratched his back down to the bottom of his spine, softly stroking up then scratched downwards hard again. I leaned over and kissed his back before standing up on the bed over him. He felt a smooth, long line run up the crack of his soft place. Up his back, then gently turn direction sliding down his inner thighs to his ankles.

It suddenly pulled away and he felt a sharp pleasing pain.

As the lashes hit, I stood over him and felt such power over him and he knew he would love it. The testosterone ran through his body as the pain vanished and he was replaced by a weird feeling of immense pleasure. After I had finished, I kneeled down to him, sroking his back and kissing it gently.