His hands clamp down on my hips as I rock forward again, looking for friction and moaning as my body finds the rhythm it needs to seek release.
“Fuck,” Dominus growls, “you’re being such a bad girl for me.”
I moan as I press an open-mouthed kiss on his throat, just below the bottom edge of his mask, then I drag my teeth down until I can kiss along his collar bone again, both hands still exploring his chest, his abs.
I bite into his shoulder and he growls, moving quickly to wrap his arms around me and lift me up. “That’s four, you disobedient little brat.” He moves to the side of the chair, then drapes me over the plush armrest so my feet are in the air and my head is pressed into the cushion, still warm from his body heat.
I’m panting, hips wiggling as I try to scramble away from him, but he grabs my hips and holds me still.
“Four spankings. This time, I’m going to use my hand. Next time, it might be the paddle. And I still owe you a few rounds with the flogger, so keep that in mind when you next decide to act up.”
I grab the arm rest on the other side of the chair and try to pull away.
“Color, now.”
I pause, panting, assessing myself. I’m full of adrenaline and fear, afraid of what he’ll do to me, but…
“Listen to your body. This is new and I need you to be sure.”
“Green, Sir.” The words haven’t even fully left my lips before I’m reaching again for the armrest and pulling myself out of his grip. The room is small, and I’m naked from the waist down, but I can still try to get away—
Smack!
I moan as pain radiates outward from my right ass cheek. “Ohmygod,” I whine into the velvet fabric of the chair.
“Color!” Dominus barks as he runs his rough, warm palm over the place he just spanked.
I shiver and answer, “Green!”
Smack!
Another hit delivered, this one on the other cheek. I cry out again, but my body jerks with a spasm of arousal.
“Color, pet.” He runs both hands over my cheeks, sore and raw now from his multiple hits, but when he dips his fingers between my legs, teasing the swollen outer edges of my pussy, another shudder of need rips through me.
“Ohfuck, Dominus, green greengreen.”
“Such an enthusiastic little brat.”Smack!
Another spanking, back on the right cheek again, followed by another devastating tremor of need ricocheting through my body. “Please, Sir,” I beg, though I’m not entirely sure what it is I’m asking for.
Dominus ignores me, running his hands around both cheeks with loving, tender massage.
My body trembles from the adrenaline and the desire. My skin is pebbled in gooseflesh.
My heart beats a million beats per second like it might explode from my chest at any moment.
Instead of delivering the fourth spanking, the hit that would inevitably catapult me right over the edge, Dominus pulls my limbless body off the armrest, then settles back into the seat and positions me over his lap, positioning me like a rag doll here for his entertainment.
I’m straddling him once again, though this time I’m facing whatever is happening beyond the glass window, and my legs are spread open widely over both of his thick thighs, rather than just the one leg.
I rest my hands on his knees and let my arms hold up the weight of me, even though it’s difficult. My bottom has begun to hurt from the three spankings I received, and my core is swollen with need to the point of being an incessant ache.
I try to focus on the scene unfolding beyond this little room, but I can’t, not with the way my body begs for release.
I rock my hips forward and Dominus grunts, stilling me with his hands on my hips.
“No.”
