*You know you’re getting this for being such a distracting little cocktease, don’t you.*
He says, as she feels him slowly rubbing her rear, the feeling of his fingers against the back of her thighs.
His words, soft and dangerous, as she feels the sharp sting of his fingers gripping her hair, pulling her head to the side so she can look him in the eyes. She nods, the words catching in her throat.
*Such a filthy little tease.*
The edge in his voice like a knife-blade now, as his fingers drift from the flesh of her thighs to between her legs.
*You’re going to deserve every bruise your ass gets today, aren’t you.*
His voice rock-steady even as she feels that first wet touch of his fingertips against her lips. Her body convulses involuntarily as she looks across the room to their reflection in the mirror. Watches herself, helpless across his lap, uncontrollably wet.
*Because my darling little whore needs to be disciplined every now and then, doesn’t she.*
His last few words almost inaudible, drowned out by the sharp slap of his hand landing wet against her ass, his palm smearing against her juice.
*Count.*
He brings his palm down hard on her vulnerable cheeks, drawing out a rewarding gasp from her lips. Moaning and writhing in his lap, she feels her skin softly brush against his warm, pulsing cock as his hard hand connects with her ass again. Her skirt pulled up, bra popped open, releasing her breasts to hang down as she squirms against him.
*Count each spank. Out aloud.*
*One.*
With each blow of his hand, feeling her bare nipples harden, feeling his length against her stomach, like a bar of hot lead against her skin, hearing his voice low as he strokes her burning cheeks gently. Hearing her own soft whimper.
*Two.*
Feeling him massaging each bruise with her juice between spanks. Feeling it trickle down in rivulets down the sides of her trembling thighs, as the shock wave of each fresh, raw spank roars up her spine.
*Three.*
A fresh moan erupting in her throat, not from the spank, but because she feels him massage away the bruise, and then stroke her slit with fingers red from the impact, the touch of his fingers against her lips rippling through her, the blood throbbing in the back of her legs.
*Four.*
She moans and shifts in his lap, as his fingers wander to the sides of her clit after a fresh spank. She squirms instinctively, every bit of her wanting to feel his fingers enter her, and cries out in frustration when he moves his hand away.
*Not yet. You haven’t earned that yet.*
The ice in his voice burning through her skin, her every quivering muscle, fresh tears welling in her eyes as she tries to find the words, find a way to beg him please. *Please.* His fingers right at the tip of her lips, almost close enough to part them, but not quite.
*Five.*
The word escapes her lips in a breathy moan as she feels two of his fingers parting those slick, wet lips, slow and deliberate. Two fingers curling inside her, as the muscles of her shaft start to clench around them, the steady pulsing of her clit spreading across her body one nerve at a time.
Her legs shaking, the skin of her ass mottled red, as she starts moving her hips to try to thrust back into his hand, anything to make those fingers slide deeper into her throbbing, pulsing hole.
And he withdraws. Again. Goddamnit again.
*What’ll you do for me if I slide my fingers into you again.*
She blinks away her tears, slowly processing his question through a haze of mascara-stained arousal.
*I’ll come.*
Her throat straining against the answer as she feels the numbness from her thighs and ass travel up her back.
Silence.
*Please.*
*I’ll come for you, over and over.*
Her words wet with tears.
*Please.*
*I’ll come all over your fingers.*
She feels the tremor in her voice building as she pleads.
*Please.*
*I’ll come with the blood rushing to my head.*
*Please. Please. Please.*
*I’ll come with my lips swollen and gurgling, dripping juice, drenching your legs and thighs, as I’m splayed over your lap, on my stomach.*
*I’ll come as your fingers find my spot and coax the orgasms out of me, feeling each wave growing and bubbling over, spreading through my skin, convulsing every muscle, the buzzing in my ears deafening, the smell of my juice against your skin overwhelming.*
*I’ll come-*
Her final plea unfinished, interrupted by the squelch of his fingers plunging in. All the way in.
Wow! So hot
Great job ??
She sounds very obedient, and deliciously needy. My kind of Good Girl. Her hunger is apparent, as is her desire. She understands her place, knows why this must be done….this is really, truly erotic. Well done.
And now my mind wanders to what happens next…..