She licked the pain away, but it really just sent more pleasure up my spine. “I might actually let you cum today, with how good you are being. First, though.” She stood up and straddled my head, facing my cock. “You are going to make me cum. Is that understood? But you are not allowed. No matter what I do, you are not allowed to cum.”
My cock twitched at the command, and I took a calming breath. Why did those very words already put me on the fucking edge? “Yes, Goddess.”
Slowly, she lowered herself, and I breathed her in. Her musky heat had my entire body coming alive, and I couldn’t help but bow my back when she was close enough for my tongue to run from one end of her to the other.
“Oh, good boy.” Her hands ran up and down my torso in appreciation. When she fully sat down, though, I dove into her. I licked and sucked every ounce of her flesh. When my tongue entered her, she moaned and then smacked my cock hard, then my thighs, as she rolled against my face, seeking her pleasure.
Pulling her clit into my mouth, I flicked and sucked it hard as she bit down on my hip. I groaned in pleasure, and she rolled her hips. I sucked her harder, released her, and licked up her juices. With every pass of my tongue, she nibbled, slapped, or otherwise brought painful pleasure to my body.
I could feel her holding herself back, so I redoubled my efforts. Her breathing came in shorter bursts, her nails digging into my skin at my thighs, no doubt leaving trails of crimson, and her hips rolling against my face, looking for any friction she could find. As I sucked in her clit again and pressed it to the roof of my mouth, she tensed a moment before she fell apart over me.
“Fuck yes, Pretty Boy.” She screamed as she rode out her orgasm and I drank her up. The taste of her was euphoric, and I had to split my concentration to keep from coming myself.
Eventually, she collapsed on top of me and took a minute to catch her breath before standing and grabbing a crop from her bag. Elin ran her fingers along the handle before lifting her gaze to mine and smiling.
“I think you deserve a punishment.”
I stared at her, smirked and sat up on my elbows. “I haven’t done anything wrong. You enjoyed every second of my tongue in your pussy.”
The crop hit my thigh, and when the pain hit, I closed my eyes to accept it. There was a part of me that instinctively wanted to swing, but this was my goddess. A smack on the other thigh and my attention snapped up to meet hers.
My cock twitched at the lust in her eyes. The corner of her lip lifted, and I braced myself. Taking the crop, she smacked my dick with it, and the shock came through first, but then heat rocketed up my back.
“On your knees.”
Moving quickly, I took my position on the floor.
"You've been rather disobedient today, Pretty Boy." Goddess’s voice carried that particular blend of disappointment and desire that always made my cock twitch traitorously. She stood before me in her bra and panties, which she had moved back into place.
"Yes, Goddess," I admitted, keeping my eyes lowered as she circled me, the riding crop tapping rhythmically against herpalm. I’d let her exaggerate the facts. All I’d done was tell her to wait while I spoke to members tonight. Well, I might have sassed her a few times.
"You know what happens to disobedient men, don't you?" The leather tip of the crop traced a line from my shoulder blade down my spine, raising gooseflesh in its wake.
"Seven strikes, Goddess," I replied, my voice already rough with need.
"Count them," she commanded, stepping back.
The first strike landed across my shoulders, a bright slash of pain that made me gasp. "One," I managed, the word barely escaping my lips.
By the fourth hit, my back was afire, each breath drawing taut the skin where the crop had left its mark. "Four." My cock ached, despite the punishment.
When the seventh lash fell, my entire body trembled with the effort of remaining still. "Seven," I whispered, relief and disappointment mingling in my voice.
Elin moved to face me, her pupils dilated with power and arousal. "Not quite finished," she murmured, lowering the crop to my straining erection. The first light tap made me jerk, a groan tearing from my throat. The second and third had me breathing hard and steady, fighting for control as pleasure and pain blurred into something transcendent.
"Look at me," she commanded, and I raised my eyes to hers. Something in her expression shifted, the stern Goddess giving way to raw hunger. "On the bed. Now."
I obeyed instantly, lying back on the sheets. I was dying. She was trying to kill me. My cock was hard and throbbing with the need to cum. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold on. “Please, Goddess.”
Her tongue slipped through the slit of my cock, where a bead of pre-cum was gathering, and my entire body shuddered inanticipation. She was a gods damned queen. “You are killing me.”
“Not yet, my Pretty Boy. You are being so good, though. Should I give you a reward?”
The breath I took shuttered through me as I grasped onto every ounce of control I had. For weeks, she’d barely touched me. Only letting me fuck her once. I didn’t care. I was hers. Heart, body, and soul. She just didn’t know how firm a grip she had on my heart.
“I’ll do or give you anything if you let me cum. Please, Goddess.”
“Anything?” She froze over my cock and looked up at me.
