“Does that thought arouse you?” I ask, finding the little nubbin that gives her so much pleasure, and tracing tiny circles around it. Intriguing that the threat of punishment could excite her so much, but if that’s what she wants…
“No,” she whimpers, closing her eyes, her long lashes fluttering against her flushed skin.
“You’re lying,” I growl, giving her pleasure button a savage pinch. “Don’t ever lie to me, Emma.”
She lets out a cry not unlike the ones she gives when she’s climaxing, and it goes straight to my groin.
Ulf, I’m hard.
“Please,” she whispers. “Please don’t…”
“Don’t what?” I prompt, when she trails off.
“Don’t… do this… to me.”
“Do what?” I cup her sodden pussy in my palm and begin to grind, relishing the way her puffy lips are sliding against my skin. “This?”
“Oh, fuck…”
She’s leaning up against the wall and my hand around her throat is keeping her steady but even so, I notice the way her knees buckle.
Suddenly, I’m aware of just how much power I have over her. I can make her feel good, I can make her hurt, I can make her scream, or cry, or gasp. It calls to the most elemental part of me—the primal hunter. She’s weak. She’s prey. I can do whatever I like with her.
I’m no longer thinking clearly. I just react on instinct. Removing my hand from between her legs, I readjust my grip on her throat so I’m holding the back of her neck, spin her around, tug her back a little way, and bend her over. Yanking the hem of her robe up over her buttocks, I raise my arm and bring my palm crashing down on one plump, white ass cheek as hard as I can.
The slap echoes around the room and Emma lets out a strangled cry—but there’s hunger in her tone, not pain.
“Or this? You like this?” I snarl.
There’s a perfect imprint of my big hand on her pale skin. The edges are raised and scarlet, and it has to have hurt, but all I can smell is her slick. All I can feel is her desire. I slap her again, on the other cheek.
“This is how we discipline females where I come from,” I tell her. “They don’t enjoy it, though. I get the feeling you’re enjoying it…”
“No!” she yelps.
“Don’t lie to me!” Suddenly furious with her for being dishonest, for thinking I’m so stupid that I don’t know exactly how aroused she is, I push her down further and vent my anger on her naked butt, raining hard slaps down on it as fast as I can, until her ass cheeks are a hot pink, with mottled red showing through where she’s already beginning to bruise.
Emma remains utterly still throughout, not trying to wriggle out of my grasp, not begging me to stop—just taking the punishment until I decide she’s had enough.
But I don’t miss the way her bared cunt now glistens with proof of her lust, or the way she was panting as I slapped her over and over again.
Ignoring the pounding ache of my cock, I once again slide my palm over the rigid little button between her thighs, dragging it back and forth.
Emma lets out a garbled howl and comes hard, her entire sex contracting and spurting slick into my hand.
I don’t let up; I continue to crush my rough palm against her fluttering pussy even after she’s finished climaxing, until she’s finally begging and writhing, trying to get away from the stimulation.
I deliver a hard slap between her legs, then lean forward and smear her slick over her mouth, nose and chin. “This, right here, proves that you enjoy being punished,” I growl. “It proves that you lied to me. Don’t ever fucking lie to me again.”
I’m controlling her, humiliating her, punishing her… and what she does next is almost my undoing.
Emma opens her mouth, and begins to lap her slick from my fingers.
Snatching my hand away, I free my raging erection and plunge it deep inside her tight, wet heat in one fluid movement, fucking her from behind, gripping her hips to hold her in place as I take what’s mine.
It’s such a hot sight: Emma bent almost double, limp and unresisting as I pound into her, her scarlet, mottled ass cheeks bouncing against my pelvis as I thrust.
Reaching down, I thread my fingers through her hair and grip it tightly at the roots, close to the base of her skull, tugging her upright until her back is arched and I’m almost lifting her off the floor with the violence of my thrusts.
