‘Hmm. Starting to look a very nice colour,’ he says, then picks up the slipper and does the same thing again, this time with more weight behind the strokes.
This sting is more intense now, but still incredibly pleasurable, and when he runs his hand over my skin this time, it prickles under his touch.
‘I think you can take one more round,’ Kit says, already picking up the slipper to administer it.
This time, the pain is right on the edge of pleasure, but the moment he finishes his last stroke, I feel endorphins rushing to the site and all the way through my body, sending my mind spinning into an ecstatic high.
I let out a long rush of breath.
‘You know why you’re being punished?’ I hear Kit ask through my fog of desire.
‘Yes,’ I whisper.
‘And you agree that you deserve it?’
‘Yes. I do.’
‘Good. Then you get a reward for doing what you’ve been told,’ he says, then lowers my legs back to the mattress and, moving to the end of the bed, kneels down on it and grasps both ankles again, pulling my legs apart so they’re now spread in front of him.
My body gives a shiver of excited anticipation as he firmly slides his hands up my calves, then my thighs, pushing them even further apart.
Then he moves closer and lowers his head, hovering his mouth above my pussy, the heat from his breath radiating over me and making me squirm with longing for him to dip even lower.
I hear him chuckle as he feels my needy body writhe beneath him. ‘Always so eager for my mouth, aren’t you?’
His words add another wave of stuttered sensation against my clit and I let out a strangled sort of moan in the back of my throat.
But still he makes me wait, for what feels like minutes but is probably only seconds.
I’m aware of my breathing speeding up as I wait, till I’m panting for his touch.
So the moment I feel his tongue slip firmly between my folds and up and over my clit I nearly come, unconsciously pushing my pelvis higher in the hope to feel his tongue on me there again.
As if sensing how close I am already, Kit tips his head up to look me directly in the eyes.
‘No, no, no, Dasher. You don’t get to come yet. Not till I’m finished with you and you’ve taken everything I’m going to give you. This is a punishment, remember?’
Letting out a groan of frustration, I nod my head.
Then he moves back off the bed and stands up. After pushing my legs together, he grabs my ankles again and the slipper and does the whole thing all over again.
Then again.
By the time he’s hovering his mouth over my pussy for the third time, I’m almost frantic with the need to come. I’m so wet I can feel it all over the tops of my thighs.
After allowing me one long, firm, torturous press of his tongue against my clit, he leaves me twisting my hips with frustration and gets off the bed again.
‘Okay, I’m going to fuck you now. And you’re going to take it until I’m satisfied you’ve paid your dues,’ he says, one eyebrow quirked, as if asking me if I understand.
I just nod. I know my place and that I’m not going to get what I want – what Ineed– if I make a false move here and speak.
I watch in fascination as he strips off his clothes, pausing only to take a condom out of the back pocket of his jeans.
He slowly rolls it onto his beautiful, hard cock, the mere sight of this making my body shiver with longing.
The anticipation is almost too much.
I’m feverish with excitement, my skin wreathed with a mist of sweat and my nerve endings fizzy and alive.
