She could feel his finger, unfamiliar and almost obscene in the leather glove, moved in and out of her, spreading more of her slick along her lips and inner thighs. "Mmf!" James had aimed another slap on her ass, her startled movement drove her harder onto his finger. "Eighteen... mmm... thank you, Sir."
"Spread your legs wider, darling." His dark voice was like sin, shuddering, Maura obeyed him. "Are you ready to continue?" His thick finger was still sliding in and out of her, making her pussy invitingly slick. Maura nodded; afraid she would burst into tears if she spoke. "Use your words, darling."
God, she hated this man! Maura sniffed, trying to concentrate, trying to steel herself against the collision of her burning bottom, with the cruel sting of his palm, and curling arousal of her pussy. "Yes... yes, Sir."
James pulled his finger from her passage, sliding it up and down her slick and swollen lips. When the soaking wet leather found her clitoris, it circled slowly. The harshest blow yet landed on the sorest part of her ass, forcing a strangled wail from between her teeth as her pelvis tried to move away from the slap.
"Nineteen," Maura gasped, "thank you, Sir..."
"The last one," soothed James, "then I'll take care of that poor little kitty." The final slap was incandescently painful- directly on her wet and sensitive lips, the leather palm and her slick creating a blistering sting.
"Twenty!" Maura furiously hissed, "thankyouSir!" She gave a very embarrassing squeak when he gently pulled his finger from her, taking off the gloves and dropping them to the floor. They stayed that way for a moment, James using his big, heated palms to lightly soothe her welts as Maura still gripped his leg tightly.
"Stand up, darling."
Giving a shaky sigh, she did as she was told.
"Go into the kitchen and bend over the table." His voice was calm, but the dark edge still deepened it. Maura looked at him, eyes wide. He merely raised a dark brow. "Must I repeat myself?"
He's not going to hear me beg,she thought angrily. Slowly, Maura made her way through the dining room into the kitchen, every step making her blistered bottom flare in pain again. Facing the old wooden farm table in the dimly lit kitchen, Maura remembered how James made her dinner the first night here, and that she'd been pleased he chose to seat them at the kitchen table instead of the coldly formal dining room.
"Bend over the table, Pet."
He was so close that she jumped a little. Holding in the groan her entire body wanted to give, Maura did. "Hold on to the sides of the table." She felt James take one wrist and then the other, tying them swiftly to the table legs, then kneeling behind her, pulling her legs farther apart and binding them as well. Maura pressed her forehead against the cool wood beneath her as she felt him chuckle, then puff a warm breath of air over her glistening lips. "These poor red cheeks," he mused, tracing his tongue over some of the raised marks. The saliva left by his tongue cooled in the air, actually feeling good on her heated bottom. Maura jumped when his lips and tongue began tracing her pussy, just the tip of his tongue tickling her traumatized clitoris, gently nudging it to firmness again.
Standing up, James possessively ran his long fingers along her back and sides, fingers tracing her spine. In the silence, Maura could his hands go to his zipper, drawing it down slowly, the rustle of clothing as she felt the heated head of his cock against her.
He walked to her end of the table, taking off his suit jacket and rolling up the sleeves of his pale blue shirt, already damp with sweat after Maura's torturous spanking. She could see his dick jutting out from his opened trousers. He waited with a mocking smile for her seawater eyes to rise again to his. They were nearly black; pupils were blown wide like a full eclipse in a blue sky. They were the last thing she saw as he put his tie over her eyes, tying it and running a finger under the silk to make sure the blindfold was secure.
"Kiss..." The whisper from his deep, sibilant voice raised goosebumps on Maura's arms. His cock pressed against her full lips, so hot it felt like it was searing her skin. Licking and sucking on him, Maura could feel the tension in his movements. Groaning, James yanked his shaft out of her mouth, she listened to his deep sigh.
Why wasn’t she freaking out? Maura’s thinking was hazy, even though her senses felt so acute, hearing each of his footsteps, that heat that always seemed to radiate from his skin to hers, warming her when she felt chilled with anxiety. But there was no anxiety right now. She felt floaty, insubstantial, but her fear was gone.
Next, his unhurried steps return to the end of the table, his fingers tapping lightly on her clit. Feeling the heat of him press against her opening, Maura squeezed her eyes shut, forgetting about the blindfold. Her tight walls were slick enough to open for his first, firm push. As he slid in, James leaned over her, inquiring, "Who do you belong to, Pet?"
Maura apparently wasn't quick enough, because the next push into her was forceful, pushing more than half of him inside her. "You! I belong to you, Sir," she forced out.
His hips returned to the slower thrusts as she sighed. "Very good, Pet. Question two," his hips began to move faster again. "What happens to bad girls who misbehave?"
Maura was trying to concentrate, trying to speak while feeling the strength behind his thrusts. "They- they get punished, Sir."
His next hard thrust pushed his cock against her cervix, and James let out a pleased growl, covering Maura's moan as his lean hips slapped against her red and welted bottom. "Excellent. Do you think it was wise of you to raise your voice to me last night? To be disrespectful to me?"
Maura mindlessly yanked against her bonds. "That was unacceptable, Sir. I am so very sorry." Her mind was a melee of confusion from his thrusts that were beginning to feel deliciously good, and the fading misery of her ass and thighs from being punished.
"Yes, it was Pet," his thrusts were suddenly faster, "and it was both outrageous and foolish to presume I wouldn't protect yo- my property, wasn't it?"
Was that a note of hurt in his tone? Maura gasped out, "It was very offensive and- and- very presumptuous Sir!" She moaned against an especially hard push.
"What do you have to say to your Sir?" James was suddenly and unreasonably furious with her.
The balance of pain and pleasure was collapsing into agony again, even though it felt farther away, like she was observing it, rather than feeling it. There was a fuzzy layer between her and the fear. "Sir, I am so very sorry! I wasn't thinking last night! I- ow! I pushed away your concern and was so- so rude." She was crying openly now, "I- um, I guess I didn't understand- I'm not used to anyone... doing that! Please forgive me, James- I mean Sir!" She was too dazed to realize she'd admitted the truth in her desperation.
His clever fingers began gently stroking her clit in contrast to his pounding inside her. She felt his other hand rise to her face, his thumb brush against the tears seeping under the blindfold. "Will you ever make such a foolish mistake again?"
"No!" Maura gasped out, "I swear it, Sir!"
His long fingers captured her clit between them and pulled gently. "Very well, Pet. I forgive you. Now give me the orgasm that belongs to me. You may come."
