The Last Dessert - Episode 9
23-09-25 (02:57)
**Episode 9**
The first flick of his wrist sent air
whispering behind her thighs. Then
another. Then one more. No
contact. Not yet. She tensed with
each pass, expecting the strike—but
nothing landed.
Until it did. A firm, thick swish of fur
against her ass— *thump*— low
and wide. No sting. No pain. But
impact. Sophie jolted in place,
moaning loudly behind the gag. Her
hands stayed on the glass, legs still
spread, but her body bucked at the
unexpected sensation. It was ...
confusing. It didn’t hurt. But it felt
like it should. Her brain braced for
pain—but was met with something
else entirely. Not quite soft, not
quite hard. Just enough to excite
her nerves and leave her wanting.
Chef struck again. Then again.
Alternating cheeks. Then down
across the backs of her thighs. Then
high, brushing the curve where' ass
met back. She moaned louder now.
Breathing fast. Pussy wet.
And then the realization hit her. She
was on display. Anyone watching
from the buildings across the way
would see her. Naked. Gagged.
Blindfolded. Arms up. Legs spread.
Her ass being softly flogged by a
man they couldn’t see—only her
flushed, exposed body, moaning
and trembling in the flickering
lamplight.
Her nipples grazed the glass. Her
breath fogged the pane. Her pussy
throbbed between her legs. She felt
the slickness there. Dripping.
Chef was right. This was karma.
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