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Nick took the brush from her and raised an eyebrow at her. He toyed with it in his hands, lightly slapping the flat side into the palm of one of his hands in an act of mock intimidation, letting her watch. He pulled on her leash, tugging her to him. He embraced her, but while one hand wrapped around her waist, the other used the brush to rub her ass lightly. "Excellent choice, little one," he said suggestively in a husky voice. He grinned and his eyes seemed to dance and sparkle. In one smooth motion, he spun her towards the sink and bent her over. He winked at her in the bathroom mirror and then raised the hairbrush like a paddle, bringing it down onto her cheeks with a slight wooshing sound. It wasn't nearly as hard as he'd spanked her in the past, and the look on his face told the tale. It was definitely meant as a tease.
 
She stumbled towards him when he pulled the leash and tugged him to her. She pressed her naked body up against him and nuzzled his chest. She enjoyed all the little names he called her when she was acting as his pet, but he'd never called her little one before. She thought about the name for a second. She was litter than him, in size. Was she littler than him in any other way? She was younger than he was, but only by a couple of years. It didn't matter. She enjoyed the name, it made her feel owned by him, possessed by him, and that was good. She yelped softly when he spun her around and bent her over at the sink. She saw his wink in the mirror and bit her lip in anticipation of the delicious spanking he was about to give her. When he hit her she whined, her inner muscles tensing with pleasure. He was teasing the living daylights out of her.
 
Nick grinned at her in the mirror and bent over to gently bite her shoulder. He reached down with his hand and rubbed the spot on her butt that he'd just spanked. It felt warm beneath his hand and he actually shuddered against her. He could feel his own sex throbbing out in intense desire, and he wondered for a moment which one of them was actually getting teased by all this. He layed his arm across the back of her shoulders and leaned down on her, pushing her boobs into the sink and holding her down, as if she actually needed to be restrained.

He pulled the 'paddle' in his hand back again and brought it down on her left cheek, leaving a nice, oval shaped red mark that started fading away immediately. He smiled as he watched her body's reaction. "Ahem... I think I'm going to have to start spanking harder, my little minx," he said toyingly, "the reddening isn't staying put." He reached down and rubbed her ass again, but this time went lower, feeling her pussy, delighted to feel just a little moisture there. He had to try hard to keep from chuckling as he asked her, "Do you agree, little one?"
 
Elsa nodded enthusiastically, "Yessssss, I agree," she moaned, wiggling her butt for him a little bit. She wasn't sure how much more of this she could stand, though. If he kept spanking her she might orgasm just from that the way he was doing it. The name calling, touching and feeling, and spanking were all a powerful combination for Elsa. Besides the fact that it was Nick who made her horny just by existing. She gripped the sides of the sink tightly and closed her eyes, trying to brace herself for the harder spanks he was going to give her in hopes that she wouldn't fall off the edge too quickly.
 
He was trying so hard to stay cool, to pretend that she was the only one getting excited over this, but his breathing was starting to give him away. He tried to slow it from the heavy, quick pace it was picking up, but that only made him light headed. He watched her butt wiggle and his eyes rolled back in his head as he stifled a moan. Then he realized she could still see him in the mirror and he stuck his tongue out at her. "Just for that, you're getting an extra hard one, missy," he said toyingly. He rubbed the hairbrush in a tiny circle on her right cheek this time, marking his next target. He pulled the brush back and brought it down hard enough to make a loud smacking sound. Her ass cheek jiggled pleasingly in response to the spank, and he was pleased to see that the red mark he left this time only faded, but didn't go away.

He reached down and rubbed the red mark, feeling the warmth. "Ooooo, now that one was a good one, pet," he cooed at her. His fingers touched her pussy again and he smiled, adding, "Evidently you think so too." Just then he had a really naughty idea, he flipped the brush around and started teasing her pussy with the handle, rubbing her clit. "Mmmm, now... I just wonder how this brush would look shoved up in your tight little slit, little one. Do you think I ought to find out?" he asked her, his face flushing red with heat and excitement. He couldn't resist it. He knew this could really put the brakes on, but she had tolerated the other names pretty well, "What do you think? Do you think I deserve to make you my bitch with this?" His eyes searched for hers in the mirror. His heart was pounding, and he wondered if he looked as vulnerable as he felt.
 
She yelped louder and more high pitched when he whacked her with the brush harder. She could feel the red mark grow on her butt, a little welt that would be there for probably a couple of days. She shivered though when he reached down and rubbed the mark, feeling a little comforted by his rubbing it though she was sure he just meant for it to be more teasing. She squealed in delight when his fingers touched her pussy, she wanted mooooore of that. When he began rubbing the brush against her clit she didn't know that he was using the brush. She didn't know what he was using, she just knew it felt incredible. The hard surface being pressed up against her was divine.

She looked up into the mirror when he asked her about putting the brush up inside of her. About making her his bitch with it. She met his eyes there, and hers were filled with nothing but extreme arousal, devotion, love, and adoration. She nodded slowly and cooed, "Yess sir...I've been a bad bad girl...make me your naughty little bitch,"
 
When she looked in his eyes, he had to swallow hard. He kept the playful grin on his face, but in his head he was losing it. He'd never seen her this way. She was really possessed, consumed with desire and she looked like she would do anything for him. No, she looked like she would love to do anything for him. And then she cooed at him, telling him to take her and make her his prize. He had to remind himself to close his mouth and not drool on her back... or melt onto her back for that matter.

He teased her clit and labia with the brush handle for a moment, but he could hardly take it anymore and placed the end of the handle at her opening. He watched as the brush handle slowly disappeared into her pussy, needing only gentle pressure to slide into her. He slid most of its length into her until the bristles of the brush were tickling at the back of her thighs. Then he slowly pulled it back out from her body. He groaned and started to screw her with her hair brush, pumping it in and out of her and watching it disappear over and over into her beautiful womanhood. He looked back into the mirror to meet her eyes, insane, warm lust flickering in his eyes. This wasn't the crazed man that had used her, this was her Nick, teased and excited beyond simple words.

When he saw the eyes that met his gaze, he couldn't take it anymore. He pulled the brush from her body and tossed it across the room with a clatter. He leaned over her body and whispered in her ear, as if it was a secret, "I love you, Elsy... and I can't believe how hot you make me." He stood back up and with one hand, tugged his loose pants off his waste, stepping out of them quickly. He let out a long sigh as he looked over and touched her body. Then pressed one hand on the small of her back and tugged firmly on the leash with his other, urging her to arch her back for him and toss her head back some. The move presented her sex to him beautifully, and he shuddered slightly. He carefully moved his hips until the head of his hard cock, wet with precum, was touching the pink folds of her inner lips. He closed his eyes, then opened them and looked for her eyes in the mirror. Holding firmly onto her leash, he rocked his hips forward and buried himself inside her.
 
She shuddered when he teased her with the brush, her body and her mind begging for more from him. Then she felt him place the end of the handle at her opening. She took a deep breath and waited, her heart thudding wildly as the seconds counted down until he was going to fuck her with her own brush. And then he was doing it, the brush handle was sinking deep inside of her. It was a different feeling that that of his cock, his fingers, or his tongue. The object was lifeless but very hard, it wasn't warm or cold, it just was. And as he began to really pump it in and out of her she felt her eyelids go heavy with fierce arousal. It would take awhile to get her off this way if that was what he wanted to do, it was a slow pleasant fuck that just felt good.

But then he pulled it out of her and tossed it. Her eyes opened again just in time to see him leaning over her in the mirror and hear his words in her ear. "I love you too, Nick," she purred as he pressed his hand on the small of her back and she immediately responded, arching her back and tossing her head back so that she was in prime screwing position for him. She moaned just when she felt his cock touch against her, she was more than ready for him. She met his eyes in the mirror and he pushed inside of her, burying himself. Her muscles clamped down on him in welcome and she moaned again, her eyes immediately feeling heavy again, but this time much more so.
 
He held himself deep inside her like that for a long moment, gripping onto her hip hard and trying to will her not to move. He had very nearly cum when he entered her and felt the soft, wet silk of her body welcome him and then clamp down on him; it had taken some quick breathing to hold it back. He growled through clenched teeth and then huffed and puffed for a few moments. Once again, she was a challenge to him. She was sooooo ridiculously sexy, and she kept responding to his every move, word, or touch. She kept putting him on a razor's edge, and he had to fight to stay there instead of going over. Not that she likely would have minded if he lost it, but it was too intensely pleasurable to play it this way. Opportunities for the kind of ecstasy she and her body were offering right now simply didn't come along very often, and so he stood there, welded into her body and grasping to try and find control.

Finally he felt his body back down from the edge, and he immediately started to move before his arousal had much chance to abate. He groaned and started to thrust into her, the leash jingling in time with their screwing. He ran his hand along her beautifully arched back and into her hair, touching her body... his territory. She was most definitely his pet, which drove him wild, but he was also hers. He held her leash; she held his cock. The thought made him grin broadly and moan. All of a sudden he was at the edge of climaxing again, as if his body had tried to sneak it past him, and he immediately ground his hips to a halt. "Damn it all, pet! Your body is too arousing. I keep having to stop to keep from exploding," he teased her. He felt the warmth of her bottom, still slightly red from being spanked, radiating into his hips where they met. He let go of her hip and gave her a swat on each cheek, leaving nice little prints of his hands. He immediately started rubbing them as they faded, feeling the warmth of her skin. "Well, what do you have to say for yourself, little one?" he asked, looking at her in the mirror and smiling at her.
 
What did she have to say for herself? She really had to think about that, as he'd completely clouded her mind with his amazing screwing of her. She'd been so lost in the rhythm of his thrusts, the feel of his cock sliding in and out of her, and the sharp pangs of his smacking her butt that for the moment she'd lost the ability to speak English. Once she was sure she'd regained it she looked at him through the mirror with her pleasure drunken eyes, smiling adoringly at him. "I love you...so so so much. I need you forever. And ever." but then she couldn't speak anymore, she had nothing left to say. He was all that existed in her world in these moments, and she was so close to orgasm that if he gave her one more thrust or pinched her clit or even breathed on her the right way she'd be writhing for him.
 
When she finally did speak, it threw him. The lust/love look on her face absolutely leveled him, and her words made his heart hammer even harder. His body really had no chance against the look in her eye and her loving words and tone, it was climax or pass out now. He grabbed both of her hips; the leash would have fallen to the ground if it weren't wrapped around his wrist. His mouth dropped open, and he huffed and puffed uncontrollably. He moved slow, agonizingly slow, grinding his cock in and out of her pussy. It felt like electricity was running up and down his shaft. Every stroke felt so pleasurable it bordered on painful. He couldn't take it, he knew he was going to explode, so he reached beneath her and started to gently assault her clit with his fingers. He smiled and managed to choke out, "If I'm going down, I'm gonna take you with me, little one."
 
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