Slowly, I climbed over his lap, my boobs pressing into the leather cushion, with my ass arched high. My long hair spilled forward, grazing the floor until Atlas gathered it in one fist, tugging my head back just enough to remind me who I belong to. His hard-on pressed against my stomach, throbbing with the same hunger I felt between my legs.
"Open your thighs."
I obeyed instantly. My breath hitched as two thick fingers slid inside me, the stretch achingly familiar. I was already dripping. My crazy lover knew I would be. He'd trained me for this—taught me how to cum without rubbing my clit, taught me how to hold back until he commanded release. We had a lot of practice over the last three years, and he was an excellent teacher.
"Who owns this pussy, Kitten?"
I sucked in a breath as he finger-fucked me.
"You do, Atlas."
He leaned over, his lips brushing my ear, his voice a growl. "Three years ago, you were almost broken. Now look at you. My perfect Kitten, on my lap, wet and ready to take her punishment."
He removed his fingers and stuck them in his mouth, cleaning up my mess.
I already ached for him.
“Ready, Kitten?”
I nodded, excited and nervous at the same time.
“Yes, I’m ready.”
I yelped as the paddle came down across my bottom. Pain bloomed hot, deep…intoxicating. I moaned into the leather cushion, my body already begging for more.
‘You better not cum. Now count," he ordered.
"One," I gasped.
The second strike burned deeper, my thighs quivering.
"Two."
I felt his smile against my ear, wicked and proud.
"Good girl."
The paddle came down again, firm and merciless. I cried out, my voice muffled against the chair, but my hips pressed back for more.
"Three."
The sting spread fiery heat across my bottom, each strike chipping away the last pieces of doubt that had once lived in me. My body shook, not from fear, but from want.
From need.
Atlas's voice rumbled above me, dark and commanding.
"Look at you, begging for the pain. My Kitten loves being punished, doesn't she?"
"Yes, Atlas," I whispered, my throat raw. "I love it."
Another crack, harder this time.
My sex clenched, drenched, and desperate.
"Four."
He slid his fingers back inside me, pumping slow, relentless, the paddle resting on my ass as if daring me to disobey.
