Originally posted to Adult BackWash.

"My dear, delicious Keanu, you've been such a bad boy..." I grinned up at him. "How lucky you found me to help straighten you out."

"I didn't find you, if you'll remember. I wasn't even looking for you." Keanu said, arching an eyebrow at me.

"Don't spoil the mood with useless details, I'm having too much fun." Trailing the whip handle down his chest I hovered it over his erection. I laughed up at his flushed face, slipping the whip over his body. The trailing end brushing his cheek on the way down.

"Look, I really don't want to be whipped." He said, trying a more serious and intense look on me.

"I don't mind." I said, perfectly ambiguous.

"I mind." he elaborated as if I was purposely ignoring his wishes, which, of course, I was.

Raking my nails lightly over his cock I slipped the whip over his shoulders and back. Flicking it over his skin like the tongue of a snake testing the air. In spite of himself, he was getting very hard. My fingers slid in pre-cum, spreading it over his cock, lubricating him with his own juices. I held his cock firmly, easing my hand up and down his shaft very slowly. He needed more, I could hear it in his breathing, feel it in the jerky movements of his body.

"What do you need Keanu? Tell me." I whispered.

He sort of grunted, being stubborn.

"Tell me what you need me to do. Be a good boy." I reached up and slid the whip along his jaw line. I could feel every whisker as friction over my fingers. He had the pirate look, disreputable, disheveled and dangerous.

Finally, he said, "I want you to let me down from here so I can give us both what we want."

Oh sure, he would have to spoil it with getting his freedom again. Like I was that easy to push over.

"I'm not finished with you yet. It's just too much fun having a man at my tender mercy for me to give it up this soon. Besides, you look so cute with that desperate, frustrated, mildly annoyed look."

I began tormenting him with kisses. Light kisses along his spine. Lusty kisses up his chest to end by sucking on his nipples. I bit his chin, holding it firmly between my teeth while I ran my tongue over and over his whiskery face. I licked, sucked, kissed, bit and tickled my way over every part of his body, just because I knew he was going crazy and I was having a great time sending him there. He was panting, his cock jerking in my hand as I finally settled on his most tender areas. Nibbling along the shaft of his cock, tasting him, I looped the whip over his shoulders, less a threat but not out of the picture.

"You see how nice it is to be a captive?" I told him. "When you're a good boy you get treated. When you're a bad boy you get spanked."

"I'm being very good right now." He gasped as I squeezed his cock. It was time for his reward. Pumping his cock, raking my fingernails over his skin I finally sent him over the edge. His hips pumped a few times, he ejaculated and it was all over. His body went limp.

At this point I had the option to free him or leave him there for round two. I chose round two, feeling sorry for his sore arms but knowing I wouldn't trick him into being tied up a third time.

Meanwhile, I was ready for a coffee break. A shower would go well with that. I checked Keanu but he was still pretty quiet. The only shower was leftover from the kiddie camp, outside and a bit of a distance from the cabin. Still, what could happen to Keanu in the time it would take me to get there and back?

So I took my time. Sure, I could have rushed down there and rushed back. I could have showered in the unheated water and sloshed soap around rather than really scrubbed myself all over. But, I didn't. Maybe I'm really just a bitch at heart. I did think of him back there, alone and tied to the cabin ceiling. It's not like I didn't consider how stretched and tingly his arms would be getting. I just didn't do anything about it, right away.

He wasn't too pleased when I got back. He even glared at me and it wasn't in a friendly way, not at all. How could I let him down then? This was definitely a problem I hadn't fully considered.

"So, what's new?" I asked conversationally.

"My arms feel like they're deadweights." He growled. "This isn't seduction any more, it's moved on into torture."

"Well, I guess I can't just keep you that way then..." I thought, almost to myself.

"That would be kind of you." He was pretty sarcastic, bitingly so, I thought.

Making a quick decision and taking even quicker action, I freed his arms. Only for a moment. Before he could sense my purpose I hauled him back to the bed and sat down on his belly, pinning his arms under me. It was an interesting position. I wriggled experimentally. I had never been one of those 'on top' grrls really. But, he didn't have enough feeling back in his arms to push me off. I wriggled again, feeling my butt slip down his belly to rest against his thighs. He made a huffing sound once but wasn't protesting.

One thing I knew about him, he was a lusty dragon. Behind my butt I could feel his cock already springing up to push against my rounded cheeks. It was time for me to test my dragon riding skills. Lifting up my hips I settled farther down his body, sitting on the tops of his thighs. His cock was my plaything, yet again. I tormented him in every devious way I could think of. I pretended to take his cock into my mouth then just lightly bit him instead. I raked my nails up and down his shaft, cupped his balls and teased his pubic hair. I delighted in the sounds he made, moans, whimpers and panting.

His arms were mobile by this time. He was trying to haul me back up his body. I wasn't letting him have control. Instead I mounted him myself. I almost laughed remembering some horse riding tips I'd once read about. Keep your heels down and your back straight. So I did. I used my heels to encourage him to move with me. I kept my back straight, all the better for showing off my breasts while I rode him. Any other riding tips flew out of my head when Keanu began rubbing my clit. I couldn't hold back my orgasm. I clenched around his cock, pulsed a few times then went limp, lying on top of his chest, feeling him still hard inside of me.