He stilled and his tongue pulled away from my clit.
Tentatively, I removed my hands from him and placed them back above my head, but his mouth never returned to my pussy. Instead, I watched as he lifted his head and turned to face me.
“I wanted to reward you, Cara, but you’ve disobeyed me,” he said, and I shuddered with the warning in his tone.
“Instead, I’m going to have to punish this naughty little pussy, now aren’t I,” he said, his voice even darker now. He appeared to be disappointed, but also a bit excited at the same time.
He pushed up off the bed and I nervously pressed my legs together once he was standing.
“Please, don’t spank me there,” I begged.
“I warned you, little human,” he replied. “Open your thighs.”
I trembled, but I did as he bade. My pussy clenched nervously, but I kept my legs spread for him. His eyes flicked down to my pussy and then back to my gaze, but he didn’t say anything. I struggled to keep myself from squirming. I turned away, unable to look at him as he stared down at me, trembling in shame, arousal, and intense need.
Fuck. Now I wanted to come even more.
He walked over to a nearby cabinet and opened a long drawer. He reached inside and took out a long, thin black object and I whimpered with nervousness. I watched him as he did so, my gaze searching as I tried to figure out what he had retrieved.
The object was narrow and skinny, with a wrapped handle and on the other end was a thick, square piece of leather. It was a crop.
“Please, sir,” I begged, remembering that he had liked being called that before. He shook his head and took the crop into his fingers, dragging the leather tip up my leg and then across my thigh, before he placed it over the top of my mound.
“You will keep your legs open,” he said, flicking the crop gently against my pussy and the first glimmers of pain radiated through my body then. I whimpered softly, but I listened to his command.
He rubbed the tip of the crop against my wetness, along my lips and then my clit. Anxiously, I shuddered, a fresh wave of desire taking hold of me. I forced my legs to stay open, even though I wanted to close them and hide and then the crop flicked down against my clit, hard enough to sting.
“Such a pretty little pussy,” he mused, punctuating his words with snaps of the crop, each one increasing in intensity. At first, it hurt, the pain rising in a crescendo but then it twisted into something else, something more pleasurable.
I moaned and the sound of it surprised me.
The crop punished me harder then, slapping against my slick folds, leaving no inch of my pussy untouched. I whined. I cried and I shuddered with pleasure and pain beneath his lash. I was careful to keep my arms above my head, my legs spread open wide for punishment.
“Naughty girl. Look at how much wetter you are now,” he scolded, and I quivered with need. The crop centered over my clit and bit down once, and then twice.
My core clenched hard with desire and I moaned loudly, the sound shameful and lewd even to my own ears.
I heard the swish of the crop and then it cracked against my clit far harder than before. It hurt at first, but then the wash of sensation that followed was one of heat, desire, and longing. I wanted more.
He spanked me hard then, the top of the crop punishing my clit and I shuddered beneath it. My hips rolled, need racing through my veins.
“Come for me,” he demanded.
The crop bit down then and my body obeyed his word. My release washed over me and I cried out. My pussy burned, my sore sensitive flesh sizzling with sensation and I moaned, my hips rocking back and forth as I coped with the rush of pain and pleasure.
My orgasm tore through me, intense and powerful. I shattered into pieces before him. Brilliant white pleasure consumed me, and I shuddered with all of it.
Bane tossed the crop onto the bed beside me and knelt in between my legs. He reached over me, winding his hand around the back of my neck and pulling me to him. His lips pressed against mine and then he kissed me.
I could feel the weight of him, just lightly pushing me into the bed and I quivered with need, meeting his kiss with just as much fervor as he. I could taste myself on his lips, a salty sweetness that left me blushing. His hand around the back of my neck kept me close and with the other, I could feel him undoing his pants.
After a long moment, the head of his cock nudged against my entrance and I stiffened. He pulled back, his eyes searching mine and discovering my hesitation. Slowly, the head of his cock pushed inside me, and I cried out, unused to the stretching sensation but still, he persisted. The thick head spread me wide and I shuddered with pain at first, but then it quickly morphed into something more pleasurable and I whimpered with need.
He pressed onward, his advance slow and steady, but then he met the resistance of my virgin barrier. He drew in an unexpected breath. He kissed me hard then and drew back, his eyes meeting mine, warm and possessive.
“This is going to hurt, little one,” he said softly, and I looked up at him nervously.
“I’m ready,” I murmured, rocking my hips a little. I was so aroused, so turned on that I wanted to feel all of him. I needed him to take me.
