Bebelle. I hear him call me doll, and I instantly want to pleasehim.
And I have no ideawhy.
I suck harder and cup his balls with my hand, alternating a light squeeze-and-release motion, rolling the firm spheres between myfingers.
“Oh, fuck that feelsgood.”
Everything between my navel and knees involuntarily tightens and twitches and tingles when he praises my oral skills. I squeeze my thighs together when I feel the slickness growing between my legs, and the realization hits me: sucking his dick is turning me on. And the more he likes it, the more I enjoy doingit.
“Fuck, I don’t want you to stop, but I’m going to come before I want to if I keep letting you dothat.”
He releases the back of my head and pulls his dick out of my mouth. Copious amounts of saliva drip from my mouth and chin as well as his dick. But it’s unnecessary. I can already tell that my pussy is wet forhim.
“On the bed. Hands andknees.”
I wipe my mouth and chin as I rise from the floor. I move toward the bed, but he grasps my wrists, pulling me so we’re face-to-face. His hands move up, cradling the sides of my face, and he kisses the wetness on my cheeks from my eyes. “I love tears when they’re the rightkind.”
“These are the rightkind?”
“Yes.”
He releases me, and I crawl on my all fours onto the bed. “You’ve pleased me, bebelle, but I still need to spank you for trying to leaveme.”
I liked the spanking he gave a few days ago. I won’t mind anotherone.
I place my open palms on the mattress and slide them forward, lowering my head and leaving my ass in the air. “I’m ready to count for you,Master.”
A loud groan rumbles from his chest. “Perfectanswer.”
The mattress dips when Tristan climbs onto the bed behind me. “You liked it when I spanked you, didn’tyou?”
“Yes,Master.”
“I liked it too. A lot. And I’m going to like it this time too.” His palm flattens on my butt cheek, and he rubs it in a circular motion before digging his fingertips into my flesh. “Your safe word isrouge.”
“Rouge?” Oddchoice.
“It means red, and that’s the color your ass is going to be when I finish spanking you.” Shit. “Don’t say the safe word unless you can’t take more.Understood?”
“Yes,Master.”
“Are youready?”
“Yes,Master.”
I try to convince my muscles to relax, especially my glutes, but the fuckers won’t obey. They have a mind of their own, and they don’t appreciate my trying to fool them into thinking that nothing is about tohappen.
I jolt when Tristan’s hand comes down hard on my left cheek. And the intensity gets away with me; it’s so much more painful than the first swat he gave me over the dining room table. “One,Master.”
My body is most definitely not relaxed when the second swat comes. Fuck, it stings my skin. “Two,Master.”
I press my face into the bed and bite the comforter, preparing for the third. And I jerk hard when Tristan’s palm lands on my ass. “Uhhh.”
“Count, bebelle or we startover.”
“Three,Master.”
Oh my God. How many of these am I getting? He didn’t tellme.
