Good God.
Another slap.
“One.”
One more slap.
“Two…”
Every time the palm of his hand makes contact with my ass, my pussyweeps.
Had I known getting spanked would be this hedonistic, I would’ve begged for it a long time ago.
Another slap.
“Nine.” My body is shaking all over and I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life.
“One more and you get a reward for being a good girl.”
“Will your cock be my reward, master?”
His open hand on my ass is his response.
My body jerks.Fuck.He put his whole body into that last one. “Ten.” I pant, struggling to catch my breath, my ass on fire.
“I’m pretty proud of my handiwork.” He chuckles.
Tyrant.
His hands rub the sore spots, the gentleness a stark contrast to the punishment he just administered.
He shifts behind me and parts my ass cheeks.
I hitch a breath, dreading and looking forward to what comes next.
He inhales. “Fuck, your heady scent...”
Tingles rush through me as the delicious scrape of his stubble brushes across my inner thigh. He slides two fingers between my wet pussy lips, skating through my slickness. He pumps in and out of me in a languorous motion for a few long, agonizing breaths.
He pulls his fingers out.
A displeasing grunt drops from my lips.
A licking sound ensues. “I forgot how good you taste.”
Dear God, he’s licking my juices from his fingers.
The thought alone is enough to make me come.
I attempt to glance over my shoulder.
“If I have to tell you eyes upfront one more time, I’ll assume you don’t want my cock, and this game will be over.”
That’s all the incentive I need to obey his command.
His fingersslide back in.
I dip my head and moan.
