“Can you do that?” I ask her. “Or does it hurt too much?”
“I don’t fucking care,” she says.
“But I do, Princess. Answer my question, does it hurt?”
“Yes, but not worse than when I sit,” she says.
“Good,” I say and slide up her dress so I can see that ass. I wanna dig my face in it until I suffocate.
Slap.
That feeling underneath my hand. It burns slightly, althoughI am extra careful with the spanks.
She squeals.
“You ass is the most perfect thing I have ever seen,” I say, and slap her again. “Count. And you’ll say ‘Thank you, Mistress’ after each.”
Slap.
“Two. Thank you, Mistress.”
Her words purr longing into my core.
Slap.
“Three. Thank you,mistress.”
When we reach ten, I let my hand slide between her legs.
My own core clenches in blissful anticipation as I feel the warmth and wetness of her.
I get up and glide over the back of her legs with my fingers as I pull down her thong.
As I stand behind her with her lying in front of me, presenting her ass, I am close to forgetting myself.
“I’d grasp your hair,” I say, and lean over her to make a ponytail in my hand out of her hair to grasp it properly by the root for full control. “Just like this, and pull it back, so you arch for me.”
I don’t do it now because of her chest. Instead, I whisper in her ear.
“You will tell me when any of it hurts,” I say darkly, “Otherwise you’ll get fifteen with a geared flogger the moment you’re healed up. Do you understand?”
I don’t intend to live up to any of it because she is drunk, and I am a firm believer in the safe, sane, consensual rules. This here is just light play, with no real consequences.
She nods, and I get back up.
“Spread your legs,” I order her, and when she does, a “Mhhhhm” slips over my lips.
I trail with my hands up over the back of her legs. Goosebumps spread over her skin, and I congratulate myself on the effect I have on her.
I kneel high so I can reach what I desire. She gasps as I kiss the back of her thighs until I dig my face into her.
That scent.
That taste.
That feeling.
My tongue trails over her labia to her clit where I circle around it rhythmically. It takes a lot of muscle and skill to reach it from behind, and I almost suffocate myself with it, but I’d rather die than not experience this.
