“I didn’t hear you count,” he says.
“One. That was one.”
Slap!
My legs tremble. “Two.” I close my eyes, anticipating the next slap. “Three!”Shit.
“You’re supposed to count after the slap. Not before. We’re starting over.”
Good God.
Slap!
“One.”
Slap!
“Two…”
Every time the palm of his hand makes contact with my ass, my pussy weeps.
Had I known getting spanked would be this hedonistic, I would’ve begged for it a long time ago.
Slap!
“Nine.” My body is shaking all over and I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life.
“One more and you get a reward for being a good girl.”
“Will your cock be my reward?”
Slap!
My body jerks.Fuck.He put his whole body into that last one. “Ten.” I pant, struggling to catch my breath, my ass on fire.
“I’m pretty proud of my handiwork.” He chuckles.
Tyrant.
His hands rub the sore spots, the gentleness a stark contrast to the punishment he just administered.
He shifts behind me and parts my ass cheeks.
I hitch a breath, dreading and looking forward to what comes next.
“The heady scent of your cunt will be my undoing.”
Tingles rush through me as the delicious scrape of his stubble brushes across my inner thigh. He slides two fingers between my wet pussy lips, skating through my slickness. He pumps in and out of me in a languorous motion for a few long, agonizing breaths.
He pulls his fingers out.
A displeasing grunt drops from my lips.
A licking sound ensues.
Is he…
“I forgot how good you taste.”
