I've Been Bad

Emily Willis starts the morning misbehaving on purpose. She tips her coffee all over that thin white shirt until the fabric sticks to her nipples. Michael Vegas sighs, shakes his head, then reaches for the riding crop he keeps on the kitchen hook. She already knows what's next. He bends her over the counter and yanks her panties down just enough to bare her ass. A couple of sharp taps leave little red squares on her pale skin, and she pushes back for more. He flips the crop and slips the smooth leather handle between her thighs, rubbing slow circles until she’s dripping on the cabinet. She whispers dirty to him until he slaps the crop harder, mixing the sting with those teasing strokes, and Emily moans like a woman on the edge. Her legs shake. He holds her still, keeps dragging the leather over her swollen clit until she’s arched, gasping, cumming hard enough that the coffee cup rattles in the sink behind them.