Dreamland Shorts

Sven takes his whip from the top shelf, running the bristles through his fingers. Feeling the hard leather gliding across his calloused palms, he gives the whip a generous smack. The tingle runs from his palm to his shoulder. All he can think about right now is the slut he’s going to have in his bed.

He makes his way over to the bed to find is newest play toy blindfolded and tied to the bed posts. 

The blind fold is a silky red ribbon draped across her face, more red ribbons holding her wrists to the wooden posts, knees pressed together against her chest. Only a transparent lace thong can be seen peaking out from under her asscheeks. 

Giving the whip a harder smack, he watches as she jumps at the sound of leather hitting flesh.

“What is your name?” Sven asks in a low growl.

She doesn’t respond. Sven asks again but making his voice more pronounced.

“I said… what is your name?”

Silence.

Sven walks over to the headboard, leans down close enough to her ear he could almost feel her ear lobe on his lips, and with a low growl asks again.

“What… Is… Your… Name” As the words fall off his tongue he cracks the whip down on the edge of the bed. She tilts her head back and with a taunting smile answers “Katia sir.”

Sven sees the smirk in her face and makes his way to the foot of the he bed. With each step, he made sure it landed hard enough to rattle the bed. Reaching the end of the bed he takes a long look at Katia. Dark red hair held up in a loose bun, arms tied above her head, lace bra and thong barely covering her large breasts and ass. Her knees were still pressed lightly against her chest, he was fighting the urge to fuck her right then and there.

“You dear, need an attitude adjustment” he says while running the whip across her ankles. “Don’t you agree?”

She slowly uncrosses her legs and slides them down across the emerald green sheets. 

“I might need a little persuading.” Flashing Sven a full smile, she starts to spread her legs just enough he can see the thong just barely covering the top of her pussy.

“You’re a dirty little slut, aren’t you?” Sven feels his cock throbbing against the inside of his jeans, begging to be released. 

Making his way back to the head of the bed, he removes Katia’s blindfold and lays it on the nightstand. He runs the back of his finger down her cheek and up under her chin before tilting her head upward, forcing her to look him in the eye. “Tell me… are you my dirty little slut?”

She tilted her head back slightly, meeting his gaze with deliberate defiance. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, daring him to make the next move. She knew exactly what she was doing. 

Sliding her legs open wider. Keeping their eyes locked together, he could see her movements in his peripheral vision. As much as he wanted to look away, he wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of thinking she was in control.

Sven’s jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. He watched her with that infuriatingly calm expression—the one that made her feel simultaneously seen and utterly exposed. His eyes traced the curve of her throat, the rise and fall of her chest as her breathing quickened, before returning to lock with hers once more.

She’s testing me again, he thought, a flicker of amusement mixing with the darker hunger coiling in his chest. She wants to see if she can make me lose control.

He wouldn’t give her that satisfaction. Not yet.

“Careful,” he murmured, his thumb brushing along her jawline.

She felt the touch like a brand—searing and possessive. Her breath hitched, but she refused to look away. Instead, she leaned into his hand slightly, her lips parting as she held his gaze.

“What are you going to do about it?” she whispered, her voice breathy but laced with provocation.

He let the silence stretch between them, heavy and charged. His thumb continued its slow, torturous path along her jaw, down to the sensitive spot just below her ear. He felt her shiver beneath his touch.

“You know exactly what I’m going to do to you,” he said firmly, his voice dropping to something darker, more commanding.

She swallowed hard, her throat working beneath his fingers. For a moment—just a moment—he saw the mask slip. He saw the raw need in her eyes, the surrender she was fighting so hard to resist.

She smiled again—wicked, devastating, dangerous. That smile made his blood run hot.

Without saying a word, she spread her legs further apart.

With his free hand, he slowly traced the length of her body with his fingertips. He took his time, moving from her breasts down to her stomach, stopping just above her thong. He looped his index finger around the side of it, giving the fabric a tug. He released it and let it snap against her skin. 

Where do I start? he thought. She needs a good punishment. Fuck, she looks tasty all tied up like that. He bit his lip and reached down to unbuckle his belt. 

She felt a shiver run down her spine at the sound of metal clanking as he pulled the belt through the loops. 

Crawling onto the bed, he kneels over her and reaches for his whip. Brushing it across her thighs he watches as he makes her shiver. 

Katia feels herself wanting for more. It’s becoming unbearable for her to continue to be teased. 

Watching as her chest rises and falls, he can see she’s anticipating what might be coming next. 

Sven lowers himself on top her her straddling her legs between his. He starts softly rubbing her ass with his free hand while tracing her breasts with his whip. 

“Moan for me” he demands 

She lets out a small quiet moan and arches her back ever so slightly to the rhythm of the whip circling her nipples. 

His finger prance from her over her hip and down to her pussy. He can feel the heat radiating between her thighs. 

Mmmm, Fuck. He groans to himself letting the heat hit his fingertips. 

Sven slowly crept his hands closer to her pussy, craving to know how wet she was. With a quick flick of his wrist, only one of leather strands makes contact with Katia’s left breast.

She lets out a gasping moan— the perfect mix of pain and pleasure. Sven runs his fingers over her pussy, teasing her clit with light pressure and a small swirl.

Sliding two fingers inside her, he thinks to himself, god damn she’s fucking wet.  She arches her back and lets out another moan feeling the pleasure intensifying. His fingers come away dripping wet. 

Tossing his whip to the other side of the bed he takes off his pants. Katia watches as his cock falls out of his jeans, rock hard, and ready to fuck her till she unable to take anymore. 

“Beg for me” he growls.

Katia only lets out a whimper and she feels him put two fingers back inside her. 

He leans in closer, letting his lips touch her ear. “I said beg!”

“I need you” gasping for a breath  “to fuck me. Right now” 

He pushes three fingers inside her, feeling her tight pussy clench around his knuckles, he pushes in as far as he can go. Listening to her soft moans, he starts to trust in faster and harder. 

“Please don’t stop” 

Sven leans down and starts sucking on her left nipple. It still had a slight red mark from the whip. He lets his tongue tease her swirling it around in both directions and finishing with a soft kiss.

He glides his free hand down the side of her body letting it stop on her hip. He lifts his body up, removing his other hand from in between her wet lips, he starts to stroke himself with his dripping wet hands. 

“Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you.” 

He looks her dead in the eye, continuing to stroke his throbbing cock, waiting for her response. 

“I need you to fuck me till I have no feeling left in my legs. I need it.” She takes a long breath refusing to break eye contact “I need it now.” 

Sven takes both her legs and throws them over his shoulders, reaching down he grabs his cock and lines himself up with her entry. Rubbing his tip on her clit, he feels it pulsating so he rubs with a little more pressure until she squirts all over him.