“You’re a very bad girl to try to take when I am the only one who may give,” I say darkly. “And you know what happens to bad girls.”
“They get punished,” she says breathlessly.
“That’s right.” I barely manage the words; my throat is so thick with anticipation. I can hear in her words how much she wants what I’m about to do.
“Will you spank me over your lap?” she asks.
“That’s exactly what I’m going to do.”
She makes an excited choking noise low in her throat, and a wave of her scent hits the air.
Before I do anything else, I have to lick up the honey. With her still spread out like a sacrifice before me, I bend my head and snuffle my nose all in her sex and do what I wanted from the very beginning.
I eat her. I lick and suck on her flesh and maw at her with my lips over my teeth, sucking and sucking. Right until her screams reach a fever pitch.
Then I pull away. She’s crying with want again, and I smile as I pull back and lick my lips.
“Now bad girls get punished,” I say, still licking up her juices. I move swiftly, delighting in disorienting her. Showing her who is in control.
Using all my hands to steady her, I lift and spin her as I sit on my backside and lay her face down over my lap. Right over my hard-as-stone cock poking into her belly.
She moans low. “I want you inside me.”
My nostrils flare. “Are you trying to get out of your punishment?”
She wriggles her bare ass in the air, spreading her legs slightly so that her wet cunt winks at me from between them.
Ah. So it is to be a dance. She wants to give up control and fight for it at the same time. She is teasing me just as much. Seeing how far she can push my control. I want nothing more than to put her on her back, spread her, and push my cock inside her. I want my nose buried so deep in her intoxicating scent.
But I am an infinitely patient man.
Her pleasure will be all the greater if I make her wait. Mine likely, too, because nothing takes me higher than knowing she is on the edge. I want this moment to last forever.
So I delight in holding her shoulders and thighs with my top and bottom hands. With my center hands, I caress down her back to the top of the round globes of her ass. But I don’t caress them. I just run the very tips of my fingertips across them.
And then I do what she mentioned yesterday.
I spank her.
Not hard. I’m very aware of my own strength, so it’s probably no more than a light pat. She certainly thinks so because she only wriggles against my cock.
“Harder,” she moans.
My eyebrow lifts.
This is nothing I ever imagined a consort might want. Now that she is in this position, I admit I find it difficult to distract my cock from spilling as I come at her again. I spank upwards from the bottom. So as my palm makes contact with her backside, right where the round meets her thigh, itjigglesin a way that makes me want to fuck her right now. Immediately. I can think of nothing else but plunging inside her.
She cries, “Yes.”
I can do nothing except spank her again, the other ass cheek this time. And watching the flesh wobble in the aftermath of my strike?—
Her hips move up and down on me, her voice breathy and needy as she cries, “More.”
We’ve lost all pretense of this being a punishment, and I do not care. I spank her again and again in quick succession. Then more until her ass cheeks are pink.
I pause only long enough to reach between her thighs and feel how wet she is for me. Fuck. It’s dripping down her thighs; she’s become so hazed with pleasure.
And I cannot stand waiting any longer. Must fuck.
