She took a deep breath. “Green, Sir.”
Before she had time to think about the situation, I brought my hand down, not as a warning but as a promise. The slap echoed, the sound sharper than the sting. She gasped, whole body tightening under me.
“One, Sir.” The words tumbled out of her.
I ran my fingers between her thighs, then pressed two against her slick center. She was dripping, soaked and ready for me. I dipped a finger inside, curled it, gave it a twist that made her knees pull to her center.
She whimpered, but when I pulled out, she arched for more.
I landed the next swat a little higher, let my fingers slide back into her, this time holding them there a second longer. She squirmed, caught between the pain and the pleasure.
“Two, Sir.” Her voice was less certain, but her body was more honest than her mouth ever was.
Another, then another. I continued to finger-fuck her, stretching her, filling her up. She was quickly clutching the blanket, face pressed into the mattress.
“Green,” she moaned, when I paused to check in.
I let myself smile. “You’re a greedy little thing, aren’t you?”
She managed a shaky laugh. “Yes, Sir.”
I kept going, changing the rhythm, never letting her guess which would hurt more—the slap or the way my fingers fucked her after. By eight, I wet my thumb, circled it around her asshole, watching the way she tensed.
“You ever had a man play with your ass, Brie?”
She hesitated, then: “No, Sir.”
“Do you want me to?”
A shaky breath. “I’m not sure, Sir.”
I pressed my thumb against her, not forcing, just coaxing. She flinched, but then relaxed, letting me in. It was almost too much for her, but she took it, every inch.
“Your ass will always be part of your punishment,” I said, working my thumb deeper. “But it can be for pleasure, too, if you let it. You need to relax sweetheart, or it will hurt more going in the first few times.” She relaxed as my thumb passed the first ring of muscle.
Her moan was low, more animal than girl.
I gave her one last hard swat.
“Ten, Sir,” she cried, her whole body bucking as the last swat landed. My fingers worked her cunt, and my thumb stayed buried in her ass, and when I brushed her clit everything ignited. She shook and cried out as she fell apart with a massive shudder against my fingers and thumb. Thecombination of pain and pleasure overwhelmed her senses, and the relief of her release showed on her tear-stained face. I continued to stroke her as the aftershocks rocked her little body. When I pulled my hands away, she collapsed in a heap.
I wiped my hands on a towel I’d laid on the bed and pulled her up, turned her in my arms, and gathered her to my chest. I kissed the top of her head, her cheeks, even the tears that streaked down her face. I held her until she was quiet again, just breathing hard, her heart hammering like a fist.
“I’m so proud of you, Brie,” I whispered. “You took every bit of that. You’re so much stronger than you know.”
She buried her face in my neck, hands clinging to my shirt. “Thank you, Sir.”
“I think you know how badly you needed that.” I cradled her, letting her come down easy. “And you also need to know that every punishment doesn’t end with you being allowed to come. Since it was your first time and things have been so stressful for you; I allowed it this time.”
She looked up at me, glassy-eyed. I knew she wanted to tell me that wasn’t fair, but she didn’t, and that was progress.
I was a man at the end of my patience. My dick was still rock hard for her body and tonight I would take my fill
When she had recovered, I laid her back on the bed. She remained only in a pretty purple lace bra, and she allowed me to peel that away, slow and reverent. I wanted to see all of her, every inch. Her body was lithe, soft in all the places I loved, but toned from a lifetime of running toward or away from trouble.
I stripped off my shirt and then pulled off my jeans, and her eyes widened when my cock sprang free, hard and aching for her. I fisted it, moving my hand up and down its length.
“You look worried, Maverick.” I teased.
