I wrapped the belt around her neck and pulled her toward me. She crawled across the bed on all fours, and I brought the leather down across her hip crack leaving a bright red stripe. She gasped, arching her back, but kept crawling. Another strike, this time on the other side. She whimpered, the marks blooming hot against her pale skin.
I took a drag of my cigarette and a sip of whiskey, then guided her head down. She opened for me without being told. Her lips parted, tongue flat and warm as she took my cock into her mouth. She started slow, teasing, letting me feel the wet glide of her tongue along the underside. Her lips tightened around the head, suction pulling me deeper as she sank down, taking me to the back of her throat without gagging.
She pulled back, dragging her tongue along the length, swirling the tip around the crown before swallowing me again. Her hands gripped my thighs, steadying herself, and she moaned a low, throaty sound that vibrated through my cock. She set a rhythm: deep, slow, then faster, hollowing her cheeks on each upward stroke. Saliva coated me, her lips slick and shiny as she worked.
I took another drag, blowing smoke over her back, and watched her. Her eyes were closed, lashes wet, completely lost in it. She pulled off just long enough to lick a slow stripe from base to tip, then took me deep again, nose pressing into my skin.