“I’m sorry! Ow! I forgot!”
She kicked her legs as he brought the leather belt down on her ass again. Her distressed yelps and jerks excited the sadist in him. Her ass cheeks clenched, and she tried to twist away from the pain. Three vivid stripes of red. He drew back and landed a fourth stroke on her gorgeous bottom.
“Please! Please, Sir—” He noted her distress but continued the punishment with a couple more heavily placed blows. Even without her head-shaking issues, he would have spanked her before he fucked her. She would be in the space he wanted that way, the submissive, pain-evasive state where she would do whatever he asked.
“Hush. Keep the noise down,” he said as her sobs and wails escalated. “I’ll gag you if you don’t.”
She buried her face in the cushions and made muffled keening sounds that aroused him so much he gave her four more licks instead of two. When her bottom looked sufficiently red, he dropped the belt on the sofa cushion next to her face.
“Kiss it, and thank me for correcting you.”
She did as she was told, sniffling and snuffling. He released her and pulled her upright. Her small body quailed in his hands, made him feel even more powerful and drunk with lust.
“Now I want you to look at me and tell me exactly what you’re feeling. Take a moment if you need time to figure out what to say.”
“I feel sorry. And punished.” Her fingers toyed with the skirt of her dress, still pulled up around her waist. “I feel scared of you a little. That really hurt.”
“It was supposed to hurt. And you’re supposed to be a little scared of me. It’s best that way, isn’t it?”
His fingers trailed up to find the zipper on the back of her dress. He drew it down and took the dress off her, so she stood before him in her corset and stockings. He turned her around, admiring her. The sight of her spanked ass and naked pussy drew him with a magnetic pull. His fingers slipped between her legs, probed her there. He felt slight resistance and tightened his grip on her. He sighed as he discovered the hot moisture within her folds.
“Yes, you see. You like being scared. And you love being hurt.” He brought his fingers to her lips. “Suck. Practice for what comes next.”
She hesitated, opened her mouth. Her tongue caressed his fingers in delicate licks at first, then stronger strokes. He made an encouraging sound, and she started to suck.
His whole body went rigid. He was going to explode if he didn’t get inside her. It would take three rounds at least to get to a point where he could think again. For now, lust ruled. He pulled out the condom he’d pocketed earlier, then tore his clothes off. “Kneel down. Open your mouth.”
“Okay, but I don’t really know how—”
“Just open your mouth. Open wide.” He rolled on the condom. He was as hard as he’d ever been in his life. He guided the head of his cock to her mouth, then slid it between her lips. “Good girl,” he said as she began gingerly licking and sucking. He wanted to bury himself in the back of her throat, but it was far too soon for that. Instead he basked in her earnest attempts to please him, the inexperienced but effective movements of her tongue around the sensitive head of his dick. “Take me deeper.” He pressed forward and felt her tongue lick down the front of his shaft. He let out a long gasp that turned into a groan.
He put his hands on her head, one wrapping around to cup the back of her neck. Close control was something he would need to get her used to for future instruction. Future instruction. The idea of it made him jerk and swell in her mouth.
She stopped, pulled back a little. He loosened his hold. “Don’t stop.”
“Am I… Is it okay? Does it feel good?”
“The fact that your mouth is filled with my hard cock should be a signal to you that things are going well. Stopping to talk is not a good thing.” He took her chin in his hand and nudged inside her mouth again. God, the tentative, messy blowjob was the best he’d ever had. Her clumsy attempts to caress and explore him with her tongue were sexier to him than the most skilled courtesan’s oral gymnastics. His whole body grew tense with hot pleasure, and she gagged slightly as he nudged deeper into her mouth.
“You’re inexperienced, I know.” He thrilled at the sight of his cock sliding in and out of her lovely red lips. “Practice will help.”
He twisted her hair in his fingers and gritted his teeth, delaying his orgasm. He wanted to enjoy every last moment of possession. Finally he couldn’t hold off anymore. “Okay, girl. Jesus.” He grunted, holding her hair hard and thrusting deep as he came. All the fantasies and yearnings for her came to shuddering fruition as the orgasm overtook him. He was aware of the heat of her mouth, the softness of her hair under his touch, every aspect of the long-awaited sexual release. His legs trembled from the intense, expulsive shock of climax that emanated from his cock and balls to every part of his body. As the groan died away in his throat, she began to pull away.
“Wait. When I say.”
She froze, holding his still-pulsing dick in her mouth. He pulled away finally but kept her chin cupped in his hand. He looked down at her as he slipped off the condom.
“Okay. God. Now that that’s taken care of, I can think straight again. Let’s sit for a minute and have a drink.”
Foolish of her. When he’d said, “Let’s sit for a minute and have a drink,” she had imagined actually sitting somewhere, perhaps on the plush textured sofa he’d just beaten her over or at the table over by the kitchen. But no. She was tied spread-eagle to his iron headboard and footboard while he had a drink and occasionally had her lick some drops from his fingers. She wasn’t much of a drinker, so she didn’t know what it was, and she was too mindless with lust to ask.
She had never in her life given a successful blowjob. She’d tried, but invariably the guys had stopped her, given up, and decided to try to come another way. Honestly, her heart had never been in it. She’d thought it gross, icky. Dirty. Well, she had before. Obviously she felt differently now. She had sucked him off eagerly and enjoyed every moment of it, driven on by his insistent hands in her hair.
She looked at him now, and he gazed back at her with a lazy smile. She looked away, blushed. He dipped his fingers into the amber liquid for her to suck on, then brought an ice cube to her lips. “Hot, girl?”
Damn it. She was burning, while he was calm and satisfied. The agitation, the intensity he’d greeted her with had disappeared with his convulsive orgasm. Now she was the one who was agitated, while he seemed perfectly content to play.
“Lick it nicely,” he chided when she tried to bite the cube he held to her mouth. “Toy with it like you toyed with my cock before.”
Half-embarrassed, half-aroused, she tongued it, using the tip to swirl around one pointed end of the cube. She opened wider, stuck her tongue out, and lapped at the broad icy surface.
“Mmm, that’s right. Very fast learner. Inborn talent. But I knew that already about you.” He replaced the cube in the glass and looked down at her, tracing his finger along the stays of her corset. “I bet your mother was a siren, wasn’t she? A total slut.”
“My mother was Amish.”
Jackson did an exaggerated spit take that started her giggling.
“I know—it’s weird. She’s not anymore. They shunned her when I was just a baby.”
“Why?”
“It came out that I… I wasn’t my father’s daughter.”