<strong>“Aww, not there yet?“</strong>Waltz asked as Fury stared up at him with a mix of determination and desperation in her eyes.<strong>”But don’t you worry…”</strong>He said and cupped her breasts with both hands, letting the soft, oily skin slide under his fingers until he held nothing but her nipples, pinched between a vibrating thumb and forefinger.<strong>”…we are just getting started!”</strong>. He said and rolled her little nubs between his fingers. When he finally let go of her nipples, Fury slumped back down onto the massage table and a little whimper escaped her tightly clenched lips.<br/><br/><strong>“You style yourself a fighter.”</strong>Waltz observed and let her breasts have the flogger again.<strong>“And yet, you push me for more and more in the hope that I am the one to finally best you. I didn’t force anything of this on you.”</strong>He said and gestured at the room and the restraints before bringing the flogger down again. He started low on her legs and worked himself up to her breasts, expertly laying down soft, red stripes on her skin. When he had almost reached her neck, he put the flogger down, laying it squarely between her legs with the leather-wrapped handle resting on her pubic mound, watching with delight how her hips slowly, desperately pumped against the meager sensation.<br/><br/><strong>“You are a fighter…”</strong>His hand ran lovingly over her freshly chastised body.<strong>“…and yet you have come here to <em>surrender</em>. How long do you think…”</strong>He asked and pressed down on the flogger handle with his<em>magic hand</em>, the vibration shooting right down to her clit<strong>“…you can resist me?”</strong>He asked and let her bask in the sensation for a moment. When he removed the flogger, her hips thrust up after it, chasing the sensation. Her clit was engorged and her legs were spread as far her restrains allowed.<strong>“How long before you give up your pride and beg me?”</strong>Waltz asked, leaning over and licking the salty sweat from her cheek while a teasing finger again found its way deeper between her legs and lightly massaged her rear opening.<strong>“Poor little Fury has finally come to a fight she cannot win.”</strong>Waltz teased and entered her ass with a fingertip while the palm of his hand rested on her pubic mound.<strong>“Because…”</strong>His vibrating hand sprang to life<strong>“…she doesn’t <em>want</em> to win.”</strong><br/>