He rolled his eyes as he wrapped his hand around the spoon, twirling the handle several times. “Fifty, I think will do.”
“Fifty?”
“Would you like to go for seventy-five?”
“No, fifty is just fine, my sir.” Groaning, she positioned her hands behind her legs and closed her eyes. “Are you certain you wouldn’t prefer me sucking your big, fat cock?”
“Later, my Sophia. Later.” He grinned as he rubbed his hand on her ass cheeks, marveling in the feel. The effects of her last spanking had all but disappeared.
What a shame.
He tapped the spoon against her bottom then snapped his wrist, delivering two in rapid succession.
“Shit!” she whimpered then sucked on her lower lip.
“Cursing. I think we also need a lesson in proper language. Soap in the mouth will do nicely.”
“No, sir. No need. I’ll be good.”
“Promises,” he growled and smacked her bottom several times, one coming right after the other. Her skin was already turning a lovely shade of blush. “You’re doing very well.”
“Yes. Sir.” She gritted her teeth.
When he continued, she kicked her legs, forcing him to place his hand near hers. He peered around them, giving her a stern look. “Keep your position.”
This time, she wrinkled her nose, the consternation written all over her face.
God, he adored the woman. He smacked her several times, keeping a nearly perfect rhythm, moving to her upper thighs then back down. “Twenty more.”
“I’m going to die,” she moaned, but he could see the smile on her face, could tell by the amazing aroma of her feminine wiles that she was merely biding her time.
“Then we need to hurry.” He caressed her bottom, enjoying the heat building in his hand. “Such a naughty girl,” he stated in a husky voice and slid his pinky to her pussy lips, rubbing up and down.
“Don’t tease me, sir.”
The way she purred drove him wild, igniting every ember burning deep within. He was thirsty, his mouth parched with longing to taste her.
To feast on her pretty little pussy.
And he would soon enough.
Wrath spanked her again and again, ignoring her pleas. When he’d reached the required number, he tickled her clit with the handle, swirling the tip around and around.
Moaning, she split her legs open, her breathing becoming little more than scattered pants.
“Such a beautiful baby when you’re full of desire.”
“Raging desire, my sir,” she mumbled.
Their torrid love affair was embroiled with passion, both unable to keep their hands off each other. And he could never get enough.
Tossing the spoon, he growled then lowered his head, darting his tongue around her clit.
“Oh, yes…” she breathed, splitting her legs and lifting them back against her chest.
He allowed his hand to roam up and down the soft skin on her legs as he took his time, flicking his tongue back and forth. When he took her clit into his mouth, sucking her tender tissue between his teeth, he watched her various expressions.
Sophia was filled with lust, goosebumps along every inch of her naked skin. “Oh, God. Yes… I…” She slid the back of her hand over her mouth, laughing softly.
