It burned and I struggled to take it all. But I did. For him.
I struggled over his thighs, wiggling my ass back and forth and still he spanked me. I moaned and then he paused.
“Spread your thighs,” he demanded, and I obeyed. I spread my legs wider for him and his fingers ventured between my legs, discovering my shameful secret.
I was wet. Soaking wet.
“Such a wet little girl,” he murmured, and I felt my face flush with embarrassment. His fingers spread out across my folds, his heated palm pressing against vulnerable flesh. His touch was like a brand of ownership and I loved it.
“I think there’s something else I’d like to spank tonight,” he said quietly, and I stilled. My pussy clenched as nervous energy crackled through my body. I hummed quietly as an involuntary wiggle raced down my spine.
His fingers swiftly left my pussy and cracked back down onto my wet flesh. I cried out; the harsh touch was unexpected but not entirely terrible. It stung at first, making me squeeze my eyes shut at its intensity, but as the ache spread out over my sensitive skin, my clit began to throb with need.
He did it again and I moaned loudly. The sound of his palm meeting my wet flesh was sordid. Wrong. But perfectly right.
I wanted to hate it, but I couldn’t. In fact, I liked it. A lot.
Then I spread my thighs wider and he paused, using his fingers to glide up and down my drenched folds before he settled onto my clit. With a single finger, he tapped my needy bud, once and then again. I shivered, feeling hot, desperate desire course through my body.
“Please, sir,” I begged. His palm returned to my pussy and he spanked me there again, this time much harder than before.With a shudder, I arched my back, feeling my pussy spasm with a delicious pleasure far more intense than I’d ever known.
I wanted to come so badly.
With both my bottom and my pussy burning, I was awash with sensation.
“Please,” I begged. I just wanted to come.
He pinched my clit then, hard and I cried out with dismay. I wriggled over his thighs, trying to escape his painful hold but it only made him squeeze my needy bud even tighter.
“I get to decide when this naughty little pussy receives pleasure,” he replied, and I whimpered over his knees.
“Yes, sir,” I finally whispered and then his fingers relaxed. My clit throbbed, both with pain and with rampant arousal then. I was even wetter than before, and I knew he could tell that I liked it when he handled me so roughly.
My thighs quivered with yearning as my passion spiraled in on itself, strengthening with every passing second. I moaned and pushed my ass up, arching my back and giving him full access to my body.
I felt him reach into his pocket then and I waited anxiously for what was to happen next.
“I got you a little present,” he began, and I shivered as his fingers started to edge past my pussy and up the cleft of my backside. He gathered my wetness on his fingers and ventured backward.
“Reach back and spread yourself for me, little girl. Show me what else needs to be punished,” he demanded, and Iwhimpered, hot desire rushing through my veins. I hesitated and he slapped my ass hard.
“Don’t make me ask again, Cara,” he added, and I cried out softly in response. I had no doubt that if I proved disobedient, he’d paddle me hard until I was sore, sobbing, and very sorry for not doing as he asked. I needed to make myself heed his words. Tentatively, I reached back and spread my fingers across my bottom cheeks, feeling the heat that his palm had left on my punished skin. With a soft whine, I very slowly pulled my ass apart, exposing my most shameful hole to his eyes.
“Such a pretty little hole,” he murmured, and I shivered with embarrassment. My pussy tightened with need and my inner walls fluttered with arousal. I wanted him to fuck me now. I wanted him to fuck me hard.
A cool metal object dragged along my pussy and I stilled.
“Sir?” I asked, a tight knot of anxiety billowing up from deep within my belly.
“It’s a tail, little one. For my pretty little pet.” His voice was low, warm with something that made my chest ache. “There’s a purple gemstone at the base, so every time I spread these naughty cheeks, I’ll see it there and know that you’re mine. That your tight little bottom is full because I want it to be.” He paused. “Because that’s what good pets do for their owners. They wear what they’re given.”
I shivered hotly over his lap, my face buried in the blanket.
Pet.
He’d called me his pet.
I waited for the outrage. The refusal. The trademark Cara “go fuck yourself” that had gotten me out of worse situations than this.
