My heart pounded and I drew in a shaky heated breath. I shifted just a little, but it did nothing to soothe my scalded flesh.
“That’s a good girl,” he crooned, and a warm heat blossomed in my core. I closed my eyes, trying to grapple with the confusing comfort those two words brought me. I wanted to smile at them at the same time I wanted to push them as far away as I possibly could. I cried a little bit harder, and his hand smoothed over my bare bottom again.
“You took your spanking like such a good girl,” he said, and I sniffed back my tears. He slowly massaged my bottom cheeks and I relaxed. My hips lifted toward his touch, almost seeking it out.
His fingers dipped in between my legs, and I gasped.
I was so impossibly wet. His fingertips glided along my inner thighs with ease until they began to explore the wetness captured within my folds. There was no hiding how I was reacting anymore. He knew how turned on I was.
“I want to see this little pussy. Show it to me. I want to see how pink it is after it’s been properly spanked,” he demanded. I cried out in shame, but I did as he asked. I wasn’t certain if he’d continue punishing me and right now, I wasn’t ready to find out that answer.
I arched my back and spread my hips a bit wider, displaying myself for him as my face burned red hot. My bare bottom and my pussy throbbed with aching soreness, but it was the arousal I was showing him that made my punishment thoroughly complete.
His palm returned to cover my mound, grasping it just enough to make me cry out as the agony he’d painted there scalded anew. He patted it lightly and I jerked away. He cruelly pushed his fingers through my soaked folds.
A shameful cry escaped my mouth, sounding more like a moan than anything else. I blushed even harder.
He captured my clit between his fingers, and I couldn’t stop the way my hips sought out those cruel fingertips.
“Under the lights, your naughty little pussy is bright red after your spanking,” he announced as he slowly slipped a single finger inside me. I keened, unable to keep myself quiet. His finger was thick, and my entrance grasped at him greedily, but the worst part of it all was that he slid into me unheeded. I was that wet.
In that moment, I was thankful to be over his lap this way. He couldn’t see the look of pleasure that was sweeping across my face at this entire sordid display.
A second soft moan escaped me, and he pumped that single digit in and out of me. He was slow and steady and when it started to become just the slightest bit painful, he paused.
“You’ve never had a man touch you before,” he observed. He didn’t ask it as a question. It was a statement and I flushed harder because of it.
“No,” I answered shakily, and he growled with delight.
“Oh, Raiza, you are an absolute treasure,” he replied as he pulled his finger free from me. He pressed two of them directly over my clit and started to rub me lightly. His movements were gentle and soft, but after about a minute they started driving me insane with gripping need.
“Oh!” I exclaimed.
He worked between my legs a little bit faster. I squeaked in surprise as sensation blossomed in my core. It was warm and fartoo spellbinding. I wanted him to stop at the same time that I didn’t. My mind was so reluctant, but my body seemed primed to do whatever he wanted.
My legs started to tremble with need as my pussy clenched tight. I couldn’t stop myself from riding his fingertips. I bucked away when the throbbing desire grew even higher, but he didn’t allow me to pull away for long. When he pressed those knowledgeable digits back over my clit, I gasped in protest and relief at the same time.
I whined softly, and he increased the pressure. Shamelessly, my hips rocked back and forth. My legs fell open wider, and I thrust back down against him.
I couldn’t make myself stop. I’d lost control and cried over his thighs during my spanking, and now I was falling apart in an entirely different way.
I moaned again and I covered my mouth with my palms. I didn’t want him to hear the embarrassingly needy sounds I was making. I didn’t want anyone else to overhear my shame either, so I did my best to quiet myself as his fingers danced on top of my clit.
“Put your hands behind your back, little human. You are not allowed to silence yourself with me,” he demanded. I sighed in mortified defeat as I slowly bent my hands behind me. He captured both of my wrists with one hand, never allowing his fingers to stop torturing my aching clit.
“I can’t,” I whimpered.
“You’re going to come for me with your bright red bottom on display, little female. I’m not going to stop until your screams of obedience echo throughout my city,” he demanded.
I tried to hold out.
I failed.
Gloriously.
For one minute, I remained strong. The next, I started writhing over his lap. After that, I angled myself just so that his fingers only glanced against my clit, but he found it again and again. His fingertips were too good.
One moan after the next fell from my lips until at long last, it felt like my core was going to explode. I cried out in fear, not knowing what was happening and yearning to find out.
