I shove Juno against the wall, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand while the other hikes up her skirt. She gasps,eyes wide with a delicious mixture of warring responses. I grind my hips against hers, letting her feel how hard I am.
"You've been teasing me all evening in this little outfit," I groan, nipping at her neck.
"Sir?" Her confusion is entertaining. She has so much to learn about how this game is played.
"Did you think I wouldn't notice how your ass peeked out when you bent over? How your tits nearly spilled out of this tight bodice?"
She opens her mouth as if to object or maybe point out that I was the one who gave her the outfit and ordered her to wear it.
However, as my free hand roams her body, kneading her breast with rough fingers through the thin fabric, all that falls from her plump lips is a whimper. She squirms and I can feel the heat radiating from between her thighs.
"Please," she whispers, though whether she's begging me to stop or continue, I'm not sure. It doesn't matter. She signed the contract. She's mine to do with as I will.
I spin her around, pushing her torso against the dining table. My hands fumble with my buckle, desperate to free my aching cock. But first, a punishment is in order.
Pulling my belt from the loops, I press my hand to her shoulder blades to keep her in place.
I bring the leather down hard across Juno's exposed ass, savoring her sharp cry of suffering and surprise.
The red welt blooming on her pale skin is exquisite. I strike her again and again, alternating cheeks, until she's whimpering and squirming beneath me.
"Count them," I demand, pausing with the belt raised.
"F-five," she gasps out. Perfect, she’s keeping a tally.
I smirk. "Good girl. Let's make it an even ten, shall we?" I’d like to give her more… many more, but I know from the dossier Smith provided that she’s a neophyte to the kink world,something which has its drawbacks as well as its appeal. But I’ll break her in and work on her threshold.
The remaining lashes come in quick succession, each accompanied by a yelp or scream from Juno.
"Six." Gasp
"Seven." Hiccup.
"Eight." Yelp.
"Nine." Sob.
"Ten." By the final strike, she's shuddering and panting, her ass a beautiful canvas of angry red marks and welts.
"There now…" I run my hand over her heated flesh. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"
Without waiting for a response, I plunge two fingers into her dripping cunt. She's soaked, her arousal evident despite - or perhaps because of - the punishment. I pump in and out, my motions forceful, relishing how she clenches around me.
"Such a dirty little slut," I chuckle, enjoying her mournful little sounds of distress and humiliation. I’d bet my rather sizable portfolio that she doesn’t want to like anything I’m doing to her and is now struggling with the reality that she does.
Which just makes this scenario all the more appealing for me.
Removing my soaking fingers, I trail them up to her asshole and delight in her whimpers and the way she vainly tries to evade my assault.
I rub around her puckered hole teasingly before slowly pushing one finger inside. Juno tenses, a strangled cry escaping her lips. I work my digits deeper, savoring her tight heat.
"Relax," I command, my free hand stroking her lower back. "This is happening whether you like it or not."
Gradually, I feel her muscles unclench as she submits to the intrusion. I add a second finger, stretching her further. She’ll thank me for it later, because this sweet cherry is mine.
Her whimpers turn to moans as I find a rhythm, fucking her ass with my fingers while I rub her clit with my other hand.
"That's it," I goad. "Take my fingers like the good little slut you are."
