Raven walked into the room, looked at me, looked at my playpartner, looked at my lovely vanilla friend.
Seven minutes later, my “vanilla” friend was tied to my playpartner; they wrapped their bodies around each other as Raven beat and touched and teased. I’ll never forget the look on Tia’s face, will never forget her half-muffled exclamations, “Sweet Jesus…”
That, I thought, was power.
It wasn’t quite a scene. It was an opened door. And it happened in two swats to Renee’s ass.
The first was hesitant, but produced a murmur of approval. Slap. “Mmmm.” “You really liked that?” I asked timidly. “Of course!”
I’ll never know what moved my hand, how I made the jump from cautious experimentation to giving the bitch what she needed. I struck.
Her back arched, a cry tore its way up her throat and pulled past her bared teeth. Her head snapped up, her legs tightened; I could smell and feel her new wetness. In that instant, she was a superconductor; some fearal energy welled up deep within her, and bellowed its way out of her body. The shockwave passed through her, and slammed, like a thunderbolt, straight into me.
It’s still there…