A bubble of laughter threatened to break free from deep in her belly,you silly thing, she chided herself.To think that Zee was seeing someone because his attention wasn’t wholly on her made her cringe in secondhand embarrassment.
The floors creaked and the air changed in the room, her nipples hardened to points, as anticipation climbed higher.
“There’s my slut.I'm hard just looking at you.”
Zee’s full Dom tone sent ripples rolling through her; she pressed her knees into the seat, reaching for balance.
And she couldn’t look away, as much as seeing herself like this sent a mixture of arousal and embarrassment through her, a tinge of debasement that she longed for in her dreams, because Zee stood behind her, his expression set with determination, like he was here to dole out the consequences of her actions.
He rubbed his lips over her bare shoulder, the touch so electric she jerked back against him, he pressed a hand on her ass, keeping her where he wanted her.
“Stay still, girl.This is going to hurt.You’re going to take it for me, right?”
“Yes, Master.”She got the words out through the lump in her throat, but her grip tightened on the top of each arm when she saw Zee pick up the paddle in the mirror.
He swung it through the air and she couldn’t help but jump at the whistling sound as the paddle came closer to her flesh.
She saw his arm go back, saw his hand flick it but she still screamed when it landed across her ass, a swathe of fire that burned her flesh.Zee didn’t give her any time to recover; he hit the same spot again, his expression stern.
As if he didn’t know that her ass hurt every time he let that strike land on the same spot, the impact doubling, then tripling, over and over until her ass gave off its own heat like it had been sunburned, scorched completely; it was almost numb.
Her breathing was ragged by the time he pressed his palm to her back, her cheeks wet with tears
“I want to watch you play with your pussy in the mirror, girl.I want to know how much this punishment is turning you on.Spread those cunt lips and let me see them.”
He tapped his paddle across the top of her ass in warning, and because she obeyed him for so long it was instant, her legs spread even further, she backed up a smidgen to give him the best view and she saw her red lips as she spread them wide, the slippery juices coating her fingers.
“Yes, that’s it.Finger yourself.”
She gasped so hard she straightened up until his cool touch brought her back in position.
Tilting her head up to the ceiling so she could escape seeing herself in the mirror, she slid her fingers along her wet slit, the pain in her ass momentarily paused by how high her arousal was.
“Get those fingers in deeper and look at yourself.I want you to see what I’m seeing, slave.”
The keening sound that escaped her lips echoed off the walls as her hips rocked forward, but she didn’t dare take her hand away from where she was ordered to put it.
“Fuck yourself, girl.Harder, deeper.Do not stop.”
The paddle came down on an untouched area at the back of her thighs, a stroke so hard she bounced off the bed, a fresh set of tears springing to her eyes.
But her fingers twirled inside her pussy; she found her clit, rubbed in a circular motion as the paddle fell again on her skin, the whooshing sound as it hit her flesh jerking her back.
“I love that punishment turns you on so much, you masturbate through it.You don’t even need lube, do you?Tell me.”
Another three strikes with the paddle hitting her flesh again.
Her nipples were so tight they hurt, her nerve endings were buzzing and she whimpered as her mind slid into a high of pleasure, she struggled to stay upright.
But seeing him wield the paddle on her in the mirror, his steady hand on her shoulder, gave her a sense of contentment.
He was giving her exactly what she needed.
“I love being punished by you, Master!It makes my pussy so wet!”
Her needy, high-pitched voice didn’t sound like herself.
The paddle came down hard right on the top of her thighs.“Whose gorgeous, sopping pussy is it?”
