I chuckle. “You were saying?”
“You’re an ass.”
“Perhaps, but I think you like being taught a lesson.”
“You think very highly of yourself?—”
Another smack of my belt against her ass has her hissing at the sting.
I watch with feral delight as her skin turns pink and her pussy, which is spread bare for me, starts to glisten with arousal.
“You’re the one who’s dripping wet for me,Tine Bheag.”
Ciara’s only response is to pull against her restraints, which has me reaching down to squeeze my cock through my boxers.
“I could edge you all night if I wanted, and you wouldn’t be able to stop me.”
“Don’t,” Ciara moans, and I chuckle.
“You don’t want me to fuck you with my tongue until you’re almost sobbing with the need to come?”
I flick my belt once more, but this time I aim it at her pussy rather than her ass.
Ciara cries out as all four of her limbs pull against the restraints, but I don’t give her time to recover before belting her pussy again.
She moans.
Her delicate folds become red and swollen, but from the wet patch beneath her on the sheets, I know she’s loving every second.
My little firecracker loves pain just as much as pleasure, and I’m going to make sure that she has both all night.
“That’s it, I want you soaking wet for me.” I belt her again. “I want to lick up every last drop of your wetness, Ciara.”
My mouth waters with the need to taste her, but I don’t want to give her the pleasure of my tongue just yet.
“Oh, god,” Ciara buries her face in the pillow.
“Is that what you want? Do you want my tongue on that swollen pussy?”
“Yes…”
She can barely look over her shoulder at me, which means she doesn’t have the pleasure of seeing my cock, which I finally pull free.
The tip is slick with precum, and I rub my thumb over the head, hissing as a surge of pleasure rushes up my spine.
Fuck, I need to be inside her so bad, but the thought of wasting all that sweet arousal…
No. I’ll give her my tongue, but only after she’s earned it.
After half a dozen more hits of my belt, both against her ass and her pussy, Ciara is practically sobbing with need, and my balls are so tight that I almost spill in my hand at the sight of the growing wet patch on the bed.
I toss my belt to the side so I can palm her ass. “Fuck, look at you.”
“Please,” Ciara whimpers.
“Only good girls get to come, baby.” I knead the soft flesh of her ass.
She whimpers again, and the sound sends me right to my knees.
