“Oh God, that feels so fucking good.”
I moaned while licking my dry lips. He stopped, lifting his head from between my legs, leaving me confused.
“What’s my name, Kitten?”
I frowned because I didn’t understand why he had stopped to ask me something so silly. My eyes darted back and forth. My sex felt betrayed at the sudden loss of his tongue.
“Uhh, Atlas, why?” He smiled as his finger rubbed my clit.
“I want to hear you call my name when I make you climax. Scream it out, just like you do when you beg me to stop spanking you when you’re being punished. Now tell me what you want me to do to you.”
I wasn’t embarrassed when he asked me what I wanted. I needed him to get me off; that's what I wanted. There was no shame in my game right now. My body craved him, just like he said it would. I looked directly into those steely grey eyes, feeling all my power over him.
“I want you to finish what you started. I want you to make me cum all over your face, Atlas.” He inhaled deeply, licking his lips as he looked at me with half-closed lids.
“That’s my fucking good girl. You are learning to please me.” He replaced his finger with his tongue, going straight for my clit. I threw my head back as tiny volts of electricity shot through me. Every time he put pressure on the swollen knot, the shards of pleasure went through all my nerve endings. He ate me out like it was his job. The man knew what he was doing and was excellent at it.
"Oh God, Atlas…. Yes…Oh, please…please. I am going to cum.” He pressed harder against the little nerve endings, sending wave after wave of ecstasy through my body. I felt myself buck and bounce as he wrung the orgasm from deep within my core.
My clit was sensitive, and I couldn’t take much more. I pushed at his head, trying to make him stop stabbing me with his tongue, but he didn’t budge. He kept gently licking and sucking the engorged flesh.
“Oh, Atlas. No more. Please stop!”
I was desperate. I heard him laugh low as his tongue lashed out one last time before he pulled his head out from between my legs. I gasped, relief written all over my face. Our eyes met as my body convulsed from the aftershocks of my orgasm. His lips and chin looked like a glazed donut.
There was no denying how much he turned me on. He was wearing the evidence around his mouth. He had a dark, lustful look in his eyes.
I knew what was coming next from his thick, heavy breathing. He stood up from the table without saying a word. I could see his erection through his jeans.
I was still breathless myself, trying to come down from my high. He would not allow my body to relax. He had other plans for me.
Without a word, he lifted me by my waist from the table, setting me on my feet, facing away from him. I didn’t jump or fight. I allowed him to do as he pleased.
He pushed my upper body forward, not too roughly, but not gently, over the table. I gripped the edges tightly because I knew he was going to fuck me like an animal. Luckily, most of the furniture was bolted to the floor; otherwise, given the brutal way he fucked, the table might have tipped over.
He lifted my cute little dress over my hips, leaving my ass and pussy exposed. I heard him remove his belt from his jeans. I jumped at the sound, not sure if he would strike me with that or the flogger.
My body tensed at the thought, having just had an intense orgasm. I didn’t want him bringing the strap or the flogger down on my ass with no stimulation, but I still said nothing. I felt both anxious and excited. Not knowing what was about to happen was the exhilarating part.
I turned my head to the side, glancing at him. He unzipped his pants and removed them, throwing them next to my thong.
Apprehension took over knowing people were supposed to visit today, but then I remembered they always texted before heading to the house. It was no secret what I was here for, so it really shouldn't be a concern of mine.
I felt two large hands rubbing my bottom and dismissed all other thoughts from my mind.
“Pet, you have such a beautiful ass. I can’t get enough of it. I need to mark these cheeks right now.”
My body stiffened at his words. Shit, he was going to use the belt on me. I was always nervous before the first strike. He will cause me pain no matter what…it's who he is. That was his kink.
He loved my tears, as well as my pleasure. I was getting used to what came after a brutal session with him. He always treated me like a queen and couldn’t do enough for me after he either spanked the shit out of me or mentally fucked with me. It's those moments I crave.
He was the only one around who could soothe my emotions after a brutal spanking or some other fucked up thing he did to me. My breath caught in my throat, and I gasped.
“Are you going to use the belt or the flogger, Atlas?”
I needed to prepare myself for either possibility, although I had never experienced the whip. He squeezed my cheeks roughly in his hands.
“Are you nervous, pet?”
