I lick my lips.
He seizes a handful of my hair. “Do it.”
“Please… punish me.” Pleasure pulses in my core when I say it, and I gasp.
He tugs my hair. “Since you asked so nicely…”
He lifts me by the harness, setting me on my feet long enough for him to sit on the bed. He keeps hold of me, though, so my weight barely touches the ground before he’s guiding me over his lap. He’s careful to position me so my clamped nipples don’t brush his thighs. Which I appreciate, but moving jostles the clamps anyway, making me aware of them.
When I’m in position, my tied hands hang down in front of me. My feet touch the floor until he shifts so I’m fully suspended on his lap. Face down, ass up. Classic spanking position.
This was a bad idea.
He rubs my bottom and squeezes the tops of my thighs. It’s happening.
He touches my pussy, and I suck in a breath. My clit pulses with need. One touch and I’ll go over.
“You’re so wet,” his voice is filled with wonder. “Your body is getting ready for me.” He rubs me with the faintest touches. I kick my feet. If he’s not going to make me come, I want him to get on with it.
“No, no. You’re not in charge.” He keeps touching me until I want to scream. Then he moves his fingers between my ass cheeks and spreads the wetness around my bottom hole.
“Oh no.”
“Oh, yes.” He’s rubbing around my bottom, stimulating the nerve endings there. Kumquat. My safeword is on the tip of my tongue.
But I don’t say it. He’s not even hurting me. It feels good. I just don’t want it to.
He chuckles. I don’t think I’ve ever heard him laugh. It’s almost worth it to let him finger my asshole to hear it.
I tense my ass cheeks.
“All right, if you’re so eager.” He smacks his hand down on my bottom, and I’m almost disappointed that it doesn’t really hurt. His hand falls with barely any force. He might as well be patting me.
Finally, he smacks me harder, but it’s deliberate. His palm thuds down, and I feel a jolt in my pussy. It’s nice.
He pauses and strokes between my legs again. I squirm because I want to come. The heat from his palm spreads over my bottom, and I wonder if he could spank me to orgasm.
A crack rings out. He smacked my ass harder. I feel the force before I feel any pain. It’s not the worst I’ve felt, but the surprise, the dominance, and the echoing sting take my breath away.
He’s kept a hand between my legs, still playing with my folds. “You’re so wet. You love this. You love that I’m in control.”
I huff. There’s a sick edge to this pleasure. He’s stronger and I’m surrendering, but I’m ashamed. It’s awful and wonderful at the same time.
He spanks me again, hard enough to jar me forward, making the nipple clamps swing.
“Fuck,” I whisper. His hand slaps down a few more times, and it hurts, but he keeps stroking me. The pain makes the pleasure sharper. More intense.
I’m losing it. I’m not in control. I strain to get my feet to the floor, but he holds me up, off balance, suspended over him.
A few more slaps and my ass is hot. He’s still touching me. I’m going to come like this. From the resounding thud and the answering response in my core. My mouth opens with a cry?—
He pulls me up and sets me on his leg so I’m straddling it. The ridge of his muscle hits my clit. I see stars.
“Rub yourself on me. That’s it.”
I try to rock on him, but I can’t. My feet don’t touch the floor.
He bounces his knee, and I cry out. My breasts are small, but the force is enough to make them bounce, and I feel the nipple clamps all over again.
