“I think a little discipline might be in order here.” He bent low and put his mouth next to her ear. “But you enjoy the punishment, don’t you, Elizabeth? The pain ramps up your desire.” When she didn’t answer him right away, he spanked her again. Then his fingers dipped between her thighs to the folds of her cunt and found them coated with her cream.
Oh, yeah. She definitely was into this. His cock flexed against the restraint of his slacks.
“Well?” he prompted.
“Yes,” she breathed. “I do.”
Yeah, he’d thought so that first night from her reaction to their session. Now he was sure.
“I can accommodate that.” As he talked to her, his hand smoothed down her back and over her ass again in long slow glides. “I can give you the kind of pain that will bring you incredible pleasure. Last time was just a taste.”
He stood up and looked at her for a long moment. Then he reached to one side of the bed and lifted a leather cuff attached to it. Buckling carefully around one wrist of an outstretched arm, he pulled a similar one from the other side and fastened it in place. Now she was completely immobilized. She could move her legs, but she wasn’t going anywhere and her movement was very restricted.
Man, this was definitely going to be good.
He studied the display of instruments against the wall, finally deciding on a flat paddle and a crop. His hand itched for the cane, but Liz was so recently back in the scene he’d have to work her up to it.
Alex slid the paddle lightly back and forth across her ass, teasing her with the anticipation of its kiss on her body. She shifted her feet again, rising on tiptoe to lift herself to him. His cock throbbed in answer. He would punish her and tease her and then fuck her senseless.
“Ten strokes with the paddle,” he said.
Lifting the instrument, he smacked one ass cheek, paused, then smacked the other one. Again. And again. Every stroke of the paddle brought a corresponding pulse to his cock, a tug to his balls. His body was hot but not from exertion. Just the sight of her reddened ass made him want to throw the damn paddle to the side, rip off his clothes and plunge inside her. Although the punishment was always as stimulating to him as to his subs, it had never before delivered this gut-twisting bolt of lightning.
His gaze was locked on the quivering flesh of her buttocks. With each kiss of the leather on her flesh, low moans rolled from deep inside her. After five strokes, she began trying to evade the paddle yet at the same time he understood the sounds she made were as much from arousal as from pain.
Eight strokes.
“Ohh,” she cried and danced on her toes, trying to pull away from him, then lifting to him. When he finished with the paddle, he dropped it onto the table and probed her with his fingers again. She was drenched, and Alex wondered briefly if he could make her come just by disciplining her. Something else to work on.
He stared at her reddened ass, the sight almost making him forget everything else, rip off his clothes, and drive himself into her body. No sub had ever mesmerized him the way Liz did. Elizabeth. If he’d thought to get her out of his system, he was obviously very much mistaken.
What the hell had he stepped into here?
He leaned over her again, brushed her damp hair aside and kissed her cheek streaked with perspiration. Her body still quivered slightly with the aftereffects of the paddling.
“So responsive,” he murmured. “And your ass is such a gorgeous shade of red.”
He slid his hand over the flaming skin and thrust his fingers back inside her. Immediately, the walls of her pussy clamped down on them, and he felt tiny spasms ripple through her.
“Don’t come,” he warned. “Not until and unless I tell you to.” He shifted his hand so one finger touched her clit. When he brushed it back and forth, she tensed and whimpered. “If I decided to I would stand here for a long time and tease this puffy bit of flesh and still not let you come. And just to make sure you know who’s in charge I think a little more discipline is in order.”
She squeezed her thighs against his arm, still making those delicious little sounds.
He picked up the crop and ran it along the backs of her thighs and the crease where thigh and buttocks met. Then down one leg and up the other.
“Let’s see if we can make that beautiful ass even redder.”
With the first blow from the paddle, Liz had tumbled into the familiar embrace of subspace, confident that Alex would not abuse the trust she gave him. Her entire ass was on fire, the heat radiating into her pussy, her thighs, and her very swollen clit. Oh, god, when he rubbed her clit the way he did, she had to bite down hard on her lip not to lose control. Alex Wright knew exactly how to administer discipline, to create the right level of pain for maximum arousal.
Her nipples were like hard diamonds and her pussy throbbed, cream wetting her thighs. She wanted his cock inside her so badly she was ready to beg for it.
Please fuck me, please fuck me, please fuck me.
But she knew that the wait would be worth it. And the discipline only increased the anticipation.
When she felt the hard length of the crop skating over her skin, her entire body clenched.
Yes.
Alex Wright was apparently a master at punishment, administering just the right amount of pain for the maximum amount of pleasure. It had been so long. So long since she’d been in this erotic no man’s land of total bliss. The remembered caress of the pain, the throbbing of every pulse point in response…
Yes. This is what she’d missed.
The hard length of the crop came down on her ass with a sharp bite, and a corresponding gush of arousal flooded her pussy. The next stroke and the next. One burning cheek, then the other. There was no rhythm, no cadence, so she couldn’t even anticipate when the next one might fall.
And over it all, the insistent pulsing waves in her cunt.
“Ten strokes,” he announced again. “Two more to go.”
Whack! Whack!
Oh, god, she was on fire everywhere.
His mouth touched her ass, scorching her as he trailed kisses over the tormented flesh. Then his tongue, a soothing swipe on one side then the other. His hands slid across her buttocks, up her back, and down her outstretched arms.
“Real good, Elizabeth,” he murmured, his breath warm against her ear. “I think I’ll give you a little reward.”
Oh, yes, thank you, thank you. Anything.
He released the cuffs on her wrists and massaged each arm slowly before turning her over and lifting her so she was sitting on the edge of the bed. His gaze raked over her body.
“You have the most gorgeous breasts.” Lust thickened his voice.
He cupped the mounds in his hands, bent his head, and pulled one nipple deep into his mouth. Liz had to fight against the wave of desire that surged through her. She wanted to run her fingers through his thick hair, but he hadn’t given her permission to do anything but sit the way he’d placed her, so she balanced on her palms and prayed for control.
He took a long time with her nipples, first one then the other. When at last he lifted his head, he slid his hands over her hips to her ass and pinched the still burning cheeks.
“Red’s a good color for you,” he teased. Then he stepped back and began to remove his clothes. “Don’t move. Stay just like that. And look directly at my eyes.”
When he stood before her naked, she couldn’t stop herself from dropping her gaze to take him in. His magnificent cock rose thick and straight from his body, the heavy sac of his balls hanging below it against his thighs.
“I thought I told you to keep your eyes locked with mine. Bad, bad sub. Do you need another punishment session?”
“I-I’m sorry, Sir. It’s just…” She clenched her fists.
His smile was sensuous, and a wicked gleam shone in his eyes. “I’ll forgive you this time. But only because you’re so good for my ego.” He stepped forward and moved her slightly back on the bed. “For the last forty-eight hours, all I could think about was how your mouth felt on my cock. It pushed everything else from my mind.”