The leather of the crop kissed my skin up and down my front, flicking both my hardened nipples. The ripple of heat zinged to my clit, driving me toward an orgasm, while the part of me not overrun with endorphins was in wonder of it all.
How did he know how to play me so well? We were almost strangers, except we weren't, not really. Artair had me from the first moment at the airport when he righted me from toppling over. Our entire relationship was one big foreplay that led to this moment.
Once again, knowing I would have to leave him sooner than later roamed through my thoughts, but I told them to go away. I didn't want to think about the inevitable; I just wanted to submerge myself in the here and now with him and what he was doing to my body.
He tapped out a rhythm down the sides of my body and up my back, stopping and paying extra attention to my bottom. The closer to my sit-spot, the more intense the strokes became. My body was begging now for release, for sweet surrender, but Artair wasn't stopping.
Then it hit me: this was the punishment, driving me to the edge of a cliff of pure pleasure and not letting me release. The realization was so powerful, it literally snapped my attention, providing me with a moment's reprieve from needing to come.
“Spread your legs.”
I stepped them apart. He tapped the insides to make my stance wider, and I obeyed. A gentle flick of his wrist and a zing on my slick folds had me shriek. His smile was dark and hungry but also that of a man in his zone, exhibiting complete control. I wondered if this was what he did when facing off against an opponent in the courtroom.
He tapped my clit, peeking through my puffy folds. I was ready this time and absorbed the sting, which quickly morphed into more heat. He alternated now between my sit-spot and my overly sensitive clit until I was barely holding back tears with the effort to not come.
Just when I thought I might make it through our session, he grabbed some silver weights from the table and attached them to my aching nipples. There was no delicious, throbby heat with these; it was an imprisonment that cut off feeling. I didn't really understand the purpose.
Artair placed the crop down and adjusted my arms so they were lower, so I could bend my elbows.
“Bottom out, naughty girl.”
I bent at the hips as far as I could, pressing my bottom toward him. There was pressure as he pulled the plug out. Was this it? It was over. I wanted to stamp my feet and cry out, “No!” I couldn't have been more wrong. Artair slipped his cock right inside of me so fast it took a minute for my brain and body to sync.
“Naughty girls get their bottoms spanked and fucked.”
Holy crab snacks! He gripped my hips, pumping his cock almost savagely into my bottom with powerful thrusts. My pussy wished it had something inside it as well and spasmed around nothing as the rest of me neared the breaking point.
“Oh God, oh God, oh, oh, crap, crap, crap! Artair, I can't hold back!”
He stopped pumping. “You will come when I say, Luna, and right now, you are still learning your lesson.” He smacked my ass and pumped his hips, chasing his orgasm or just punishing me—it wasn't clear.
He built the tempo, and the inferno kicked in, zinging to all parts of my body. I was about to scream that I couldn't hold on when he tugged the nipple clamps off and squeezed my nipples.
“Ahh!”
“Come!” he yelled.
Sweet relief flooded my system as I finally let go and soared.
Keeping his hands on my breasts, Artair ramped the tempo into overdrive and seconds later let out a growl as he filled my bottom with his cum, which set off a second release in me. My body spasmed, and I would have hung from my wrists if he hadn't been holding me upright.
I was completely rubber when he finally uncuffed me and carried me to the bathroom. He filled the giant tub with bubbles and sat me inside before leaving and coming back with water and chocolate. He set them both down on the edge of the tub,then stripped and sunk into the water behind me so I could use him as a backrest.
Never had I felt so complete.
He held a bottle to my lips. “Drink,” he ordered. Next, he placed chocolate against my lips. “Eat,” he demanded. With those tasks complete, we relaxed in the hot water.
“Daddy?”
“Yes, Luna?”
“Can we do that again?”
He chuckled. “You liked your punishment, then. That's good. And yes, we can, but let's give it a few days. Trust me when I say you're going to be sore.”
I woke up when I was being lifted from the tub. After he rubbed me dry, Artair carried me to bed and placed me under the warm covers, and I fell instantly back to sleep.
Chapter Eight
