"Hit me..." I urged. I was throbbing. The moment her palm met my cheek, another moan escaped. My wrists ached, and I felt something warm running down my legs. Her hand then softened, caressing my cheek before pulling me into a delicious, intense kiss.
"You're the most delicious whore in the States," she whispered against my lips.
"I'm your whore," I corrected.
She stood with a victorious smile. As her fingers brushed my clitoris, she said something I couldn't quite catch, I only understood when I felt the dual sensation of penetration and the vibration of the dildo. Kelsey practically roared every time her thighs hit my ass. Her hands held me firm, pressing down to anchor my movements to hers. My legs were useless, trembling beneath me as I gasped out meaningless words.
Suddenly, I felt the ropes fall away, my arms were free, then my legs. She scooped me up and sat me on the table. From her office chair, she sat slightly lower than me. Struggling to find my breath, I stared into her eyes.
"Look what you've done!" I choked out.
She didn't answer. Her eyes were fixed on my slit, her dilated pupils appearing to be on fire. Instead of words, I felt her mouth, sucking up every drop of my lubrication as she claimed what was hers.
I could have called her ruthless, but in truth, I had never experienced such a delicious blowjob. Her hands forced my legs wide, gripping my inner thighs to prevent me from closing them as the intensity peaked.
Our eyes met, and she offered a small, knowing smile. I felt myself melting, my muscles beginning to contract for the end, but she pulled her mouth away just in time. A thin string of saliva lingered between us, and she shook her head in a silent no.
I nodded in agreement, understanding the rule: I couldn't come yet. She pulled me even closer, her tongue becoming more voracious, making me feel like a piece of chocolate melting in a warm, wet mouth.
Suddenly, one of her hands released my thigh, and I was penetrated by two fingers without warning. I arched my body, my mind racing as I wondered how much longer I could endure this exquisite torture. One of her fingers began stimulating my clitoris in circular motions, alternating with the flick of her tongue.
I was dissociating; my body felt like it was drifting away from reality. I threw my head back, and though she said something, I was unable to decipher a single syllable over my own moans.
"Come for me, Megs."
It was my name. The sound of it was followed by deeper, longer thrusts. My legs turned to water, my muscles fired in involuntary spasms, and my hands tangled in her hair, pulling her hard against my center.
"HOLY SHIT!" I gasped, my body still racking with tremors as she caught me in her arms.
Kelsey carried me toward the bed; I was certain that if my feet touched the floor, I would collapse. She laid me down gently and stretched out beside me.
"Are you okay?" she whispered, her voice soft and concerned.
I nodded, but instead of resting, I grabbed the straps of her top and pulled her into an intense kiss. My tongue sought hers, entwining as I tasted myself on her lips. Her hands were gentle now, but I didn't want gentleness.
"I want more," I whispered between kisses, rolling over to pin her body beneath mine.
"Me too, but I’m afraid you’ll burn out," Kelsey whispered, her voice thick with a mix of desire and restraint. A dozen swear words flashed through my mind, but I remembered Charlie’s warnings and simply allowed her hands to settle on my waist. Her caresses were delicate, agonizingly slow, even as I was practically begging her to take me again. Her lips brushed my earlobe. "Tomorrow, if you can take it, I’ll reward you."
I settled next to her, feeling her fingers comb through my hair. Sleep hit me like a physical blow—a total knockout. I rested my head on her chest, too exhausted to argue or even process how my body had reached a state that made me choose sleep over sex.
Later, something cold touched my skin, and I woke with a start. "I'm sorry, Megan," Kelsey whispered, her voice barely a breath. "I just need to make sure you don't get sore." She was applying a soothing cream, her circular motions firm yet relaxing.
The scent of lavender filled the air, and for a moment, the world felt perfectly still. When she finished, she handed me a pill and a glass of water. She explained it was a painkiller for the spanking, insisting she didn't want me to feel any pain that wasn't strictly for pleasure.
I nodded and drank. As the water hit my throat, it felt as if I’d been wandering a desert for days; my parched throat seemed toexpand just to receive it. Kelsey smiled, pulled on a pair of silk shorts, and lay down beside me.
Time became a blur. I returned to my place against her chest, receiving those delicate caresses on my back. Now I finally understood what Charlie meant by aftercare.
It was the realization that I wasn't an object of pleasure, but a person, surrendered and protected by someone who had accepted the madness of caring for my physical, mental, and erotic needs. In the haze of a dream, I heard Kelsey say something beautiful, though the words slipped through my fingers before I could catch them.
I woke up to soft kisses on my back. I heard my name being called a few times before my eyes finally adjusted, finding those green eyes and messy blonde hair in front of me. I whispered a quiet "good morning," and she sealed our lips together in a gentle kiss.
"Did I oversleep?" I asked, my voice still thick with sleep.
She shook her head and kissed my temple. "Breakfast was just served. I brought it so we could eat together."
An exaggerated feast covered the table. Kelsey held up my robe so I could get dressed; I couldn't remember exactly when I’d lost my bra in the chaos of last night, but I remembered the throbbing in my legs perfectly. They ached with every move.
