“Oh, I don’t think so. At the end of the day, you’re a brat.” He brought the spoon down again, wasting no time moving from side to side.
“What? That’s not fair. Why do you say that?” I moaned as I wiggled my bottom.
“Because you are. Taunting me every minute of the day.”
“I wouldn’t do that.”
Leaning over, he pushed my hair aside before breathing against my neck. “Try again, lady. You never miss an opportunity.”
The spanking continued, his evil hand bringing the hard surface of the spoon down several times. I could swear the man was musical, moving from one side to the other in a perfect rhythm.
While the pain was surprising in that I was writhing from the anguish provided by a spoon meant to stir sauce in a pan, I alsocouldn’t hide that every flash of pain was met by another electric one pushing deep within my core.
Panting, I clawed the counter, shifting back and forth. My tiny attempt at fighting him obviously turned him on, his hard, throbbing cock brushing across the back of my thighs. Enticing me.
Keeping me on a delicious precipice like a promise of things to come.
And dear God, I wanted every one of them. What did that say about me? I had no idea but at that moment, I tossed all common sense and reality aside.
He was unforgiving, the round of discipline relentless.
“Just stop,” I finally moaned.
His chuckle was deep and husky, my plea causing him to fist a handful of my hair, using it like a leash. Another six smacks were given, two on the tops of my thighs. This time, I managed to push up just enough, and the angle was such I could drive my foot into his leg.
Suddenly, he stopped, taking a deep breath before issuing a tsking sound. “You’ve just proven my point. A hard lesson for you. Eight more.”
He tightened his hold, twirling the goddamn implement in front of me before finishing with his harsh lesson. With every brutal snap of his wrist, I was driven into a strange yet sweet bliss I hadn’t known existed.
Perhaps I was the kind of woman who craved pain and total dominance. The thought was insane, but the trickle of my juice covering both inner thighs was a testament to the possibility.
Eight more were given, each crack of the wood more savage than the one before. I gasped with each swat, biting my lip at the sweet combination of pain and pleasure. Once finished, he flipped the spoon away, the sound as it tumbled to the counter creating a sense of relief.
Finally, I could breathe easier, now concentrating on the clench and release of my pussy.
With his fingers still wrapped around my hair, he rolled the tips of the others down my spine, taking his time as if memorizing every bump and every vertebra. There was a softness to his touch, allowing me to see even more of the gentleness in him.
While he might consider himself rough and tumble, there was great solace in knowing parts of him were very tender.
I was breathless, a dazzling display of stars floating across my field of vision. The connection that existed, while baffling in every way, was so calming that within seconds, I was in a place of peace.
Until he decided to drive his hand between my legs. Instantly, I shuddered, the deep throb in my pussy stronger than before. Every intense pulse was a powerful reminder of the rush of heat we shared.
“Are you wet for me, little lady?”
“Mmm… Maybe. But I’m no lady.”
“Perhaps you’re right.” His voice remained soothing, but the strong vibe of lust remained, lingering as the scent of our combined desire wafted between us.
His fingers were magical yet lethal weapons and the second he thrust several inside, I was certain an orgasm was soon to follow.
Somehow, the man knew how to manipulate me, pushing me toward a climax with the simplest touch. Tonight was no exception. Three fingers turned into four, all flexed open as he pumped with slow, even strokes. I shifted my hips, biting on my lower lip to keep from making a single sound. But soon, it was impossible, the range of sensations as powerful as the spanking.
He had a way of driving me close to the moment of sweet nirvana and soon, I was writhing against his hand, moaning softly as the ebb and flow of sheer desire became overwhelming.
Yet when he pinched my clit, there was no chance of holding back, the moan loud and strangled.
“That’s it. Come for me. I need you to come on my fingers.” His command was different than before, darker and more demanding. I could almost sense a shift in him, as if the hidden personality I’d already caught a glimpse of was threatening to take full control.
