Connor
Zoe’s fierce. She struggles, whimpering when she can’t escape, but she doesn’t beg or balk verbally.
I have a leather paddle that delivers a wide area of stinging pain. It’s halfway between a whipping and a paddling. I wield it with moderate force, the warm skin of her round bottom becoming increasingly red.
Her silence quickly gives way to small shrieks. She rears up, stiffening all those impressive dancer’s muscles. I love the way she moves, even in distress. And the more she moves, the more I can see the plug take effect, her cries sometimes sounding like moans.
When I pause to rest her, she collapses over my lap, her head dangling, the tips of her curls dragging over the carpet. She cries softly, and a part of me wants to lift her off my legs to comfort and hold her.
I tip my head back, trying to steel myself against stopping too soon. She’s not screaming for me to stop, but I know what it’s like to swallow down pain in silence. She might not be capable of telling me she’s hit her limit.
I release her wrist and rub her back.
“You can choose, Z. You’ve got twenty strokes left, but you don’t have to take them. You can stand naked in the corner for thirty minutes instead.”
“No, finish,” she rasps with a catch in her voice.
“All right,” I say. I’m not brutal, but I make them count. The flaming heat of her ass is perfect.
She twists and kicks a little, but also spreads her thighs and raises her hips with restless hunger. I’m not sure she realizes what she’s doing; on a primal level her body’s reacting to this with sexual heat. I love that my doing dirty things to her turns her on. I’m ready to do a lot more.
I lift her up and stand. There are tears streaming down her face. I don’t try to kiss her, but I do pull her into my arms. I hold her tight against me until her body melts against me and she lets go, crying hard into my chest.
I stroke her soft curls. “It’s all right.”
After a few minutes, she stirs against me. I release her, and she turns and falls face down on the bed, burying her face in one bent arm and reaching back to feel her ass experimentally with long cool fingers.
“My ass feels like it’s twice as big as normal. And it’s normally big enough!” she says through tears.
“Spanked or un-spanked, your ass isperfect.”
“Take this thing out,” she says, tapping a fingernail on the flat handle of the plug.
I bend over and plant a wet kiss on her left ass cheek. She jerks and pushes my shoulder to get me away from her.
“Don’t you dare, C.”
I smirk and sit next to her. “That ass is mine,” I say, teasing her. “I can do whatever I want to it.”
She turns her head, her deep brown eyes snapping dangerously. Her tear-streaked face is so beautiful that, for a second, it takes my breath away.
“I’ll let you rest,” I say.
She rubs her tears away and then rests her face against the mattress. “It’s as intense as performing. More so in some ways because I never know what to expect,” she says.
“We can talk about it. I can tell you what to expect.”
She holds out a hand and shakes her head. “Not right now.”
My hand really wants to knead her ass, to enjoy the heat I put there. But she seems to need time before she’ll be ready to be touched. Despite my raging hard-on, I hold back from fucking that sublime body.
I reach in and fist my cock. I stroke up and down, while I admire the way she looks face down and chastised in my bed. The plug peeks at me from between her cheeks and that tightens my balls. Soon I’ll be able to fuck her pussy with plugs and vibrators in her ass. Soon I’ll be able to fuck her in the ass too, while she reaches back with her pretty fingers to hold herself open for me.
That’s all it takes for me to spray cum onto her naked ass and thighs. I groan, the pleasure ripping through me.
She turns her head to watch me with open curiosity. I shove my boxer briefs down, so my cock dangles free. I kneel on the bed and then drop onto my palms.
“Suck me clean,” I say.
