<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/BVoyIAF.jpg)</div>Cinder fails to suppress the grin as she is collared and bound. She squeals in delight, in mock pain, as the crop comes down on her ass. The effect is immediate, as her nipples constrict and harden and a bead of clear fluid forms at the opening of her sex--Cinder is rarely only a little wet.<br/><br/>She resists the downward tug just long enough to raise an eyebrow from the mistress. Just to let the woman know she won't be easy. Well...too easy.<br/><br/>The slap across her tits stings, but in a good way. A very good way. The wetness gathering at her sex slips free and trails down her thigh, leaving a glistening trail in its wake.<br/><br/>Cinder leans closer to the mistress's sex. A tongue, lightening quick and feather light, darts out, just grazing the tip of Bulo's clit. Cinder grins up at her with faux meekness. She flicks her tongue again, tasting the woman, enjoying her. Her tongue is working quickly now. Still teasing, but the flicks coming in shorter and shorter intervals. Cinder waits for that telltale moment when Bulo's eyes roll back and then she lifts up on her knees, leans closer still, and clamps down on Mistress Bulo's lips with her bare teeth, right at top, pinning her clit between them. The bite isn't hard enough to break the skin, but is definitely hard enough to elicit a yelp of surprise. It's a move Maeryll taught her, equal parts pleasure and pain.<br/><br/>Not letting go, Cinder looks up and grins wickedly with her eyes.<br/>