whipping for a submissive client (Continued – Part Two)

He was still on his knees, his ass covered in twelve bright red streaks, visibly shaking. Tears were streaming down his cheeks, but his cock was still hard, throbbing painfully, a thick bead of pre-cum slowly dripping onto the floor.
I grabbed his hair tightly behind him and pulled his head back, forcing him to look me in the eyes.
“Look at you… what a pathetic, horny boy you are,” I whispered with a cruel smile. “Twelve strokes and you’re still as horny as a dog in heat. Pathetic.”
He moaned softly, ashamed and yet extremely aroused by my humiliation.
“Please, Lady… let me finish… please,” he begged in a trembling voice.
I laughed softly and kicked him in the chest, making him fall backwards, his hands still tied behind his back. I sat on top of him, my boots on either side of his head. Then I slowly lowered myself until my wet pussy completely covered his mouth and nose.
"First you're going to make me come. Use your tongue like your life depends on it. If you don't make me come properly, you're going to get ten more strokes."
He started licking desperately. His tongue was deep inside me, sucking my clit with lust, moaning directly into my flesh. I was rubbing my face mercilessly, covering his nose and mouth with my juices. His breathing was heavy and choked, but he didn't dare stop.
After a few minutes of riding his face violently, I felt my orgasm coming. I grabbed his hair with both hands and rubbed myself harder, until I exploded with a long, loud moan, flooding his mouth and face with a copious stream.
When I stood up, his face was shiny with my juices. He was breathing hard, his mouth open.
“Good boy,” I said, gently caressing his cheek with the whip. “Now I’m going to reward you… a little.”
I got off him and took a condom from the drawer. I put it on him carefully, then sat on top of him and began to ride him slowly, very slowly. My tight pussy swallowed him inch by inch, squeezing him hard. He moaned like an animal, trying to push from below, but I held him firmly with my hands on his chest.
“Don’t move,” I ordered dryly. “I decide when and how.”
I rode him like this for minutes—slow, deep, agonizing. Every time I felt him nearing his limit, I stopped completely, letting him pulse needlessly inside me. He begged, trembling, tears welling up again.
“Please, Lady… I can’t take it anymore… please let me finish…”
I smiled and leaned over him, biting hard on his neck.
“Not yet. I want to hear you beg more nicely.”
I continued to torture him like this for another ten minutes—rapidly rising and falling, squeezing him inside me, stopping just as he was about to explode. His ass was still burning from the whipping, each movement making him feel the mingled pain and pleasure even more intensely.
Finally, when I saw that he was on the verge of madness, I leaned into his ear and whispered:
"Now. Come for me. Fill him. But scream my name when you're done."
I began to ride him furiously, fast and deep. He screamed after only a few seconds:
"Madam! Madam! Ahhh... I'm coming!!"
His body arched violently beneath me. He came hard, long, intense spasms, filling the condom to the brim as I continued to stroke him mercilessly, squeezing out every drop.
When he was done, he lay limp, breathing heavily, completely exhausted and trembling.
I slowly stood up, leaned over, and whispered in his ear, gently caressing the red marks on his bottom:
“Well done, my submissive boy. You took those 12 strokes like a champ. Next time it’ll be 15… and maybe I’ll let you cum in my mouth if you behave really, really nicely.”
He moaned softly, a faint smile of complete satisfaction on his lips.
“Thank you… Ma’am.”