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"No, ma'am." The red mark was already showing on his ass. His biceps bunched as he constricted his grip on the rail.
She put a knee on the bed and slid her hand between the mattress and his genitals, gripping his testicles. "Lift your ass for me," she said with menace. "Don't you tuck down."
"I won't."
"Sassing me now? This isn't a fight. This is you giving me what I want. Isn't it?"
"Yes."
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, Mistress."
She struck again, keeping her grip on his testicles, so when he jerked, he felt the pull. She maintained that hold as she doled out a dozen stinging strokes. They were less powerful than the first one, but plenty hard enough to keep his attention.
"Turn over and get on your back. Swivel around and put your head over the edge of the mattress on my side. I know you're not going to make your Mistress walk around the bed."
She stepped back to watch him comply. His erection was at full mast. The punishment had aroused him. His hands were in half curls on the mattress. Not fist clenching anger, or evidence of him fighting himself. Anticipation and need were keeping him caught between erotic tension and emotional upheaval.
"More," she instructed, giving his hair a tug. "I want you looking at the wall."
After he adjusted his body so he could tilt his head farther over the mattress, she threaded the belt under the base of his skull and wrapped her wrists in the slack on either side. Since she'd been administering his punishment in nothing but her skin, his gaze flicked to the view of her bare pussy she was giving him, standing so close.
Then, miracle of miracles, he shut his eyes tight. A soft smile crossed her face.
"I didn't tell you that you could look, did I?"
He shook his head. "No, Mistress."
"You might have the makings of a good boy yet." Though not too good, thank Goddess. She straddled his head, bringing his treat right up against his nose and lips. "I told you yesterday you'd be eating pussy over and over. You're not done with that. Get back to work."
He put himself into it a hundred percent. Watching his cock get higher against his belly, the slit oozing with pre-come, goaded her own arousal to higher levels than she'd experienced with any other submissive in recent memory.
Fucking divine angels in heaven. His mouth sucked, tongue licked, teeth nipped, and he did patterns on her flesh, swirls and stabs that had her gasping, her hands clenching the belt. What nearly pushed her over was when he started vocalizing against her, groans and grunts of pleasure, savoring his meal, encouraging her own gasps.
As her stomach coiled up, warning her the orgasm was imminent, she stepped back, taking a forever-keeper snapshot of that first second, his mouth smeared with her juices, hair rumpled, eyes glazed with lust and the total concentration he'd given to the task she demanded.
"Turn around so you're stretched out the usual way, toward the headboard, but far enough down your legs are bent over the bottom of the mattress."
As soon as he did, she straddled his face again, only now her knees were on the bed and she was facing his feet. She set the belt to the side, her thighs spread over his face but knees clamped against his head to reinforce her pussy was out of bounds now, no matter that it was close enough he could smell her arousal, see it trickling over her flesh.
She bent forward to take him in her mouth, all the way to the root. His breath stuttered, puffs of air against her engorged tissues. She sucked on him, clasping the base of his cock and working it.
"Mistress...let me."
"Be still," she ordered. More evidence he was a true sub, not entirely comfortable with her servicing him like this, but her command sent him a message. Whatever she was doing to him, his reaction and surrender served her.
Wetting a finger, she traced it along his perineum to his rectum, and slid inside, earning a quiver and jump, a thickening of his cock in her mouth as she kept up her rhythmic sucking. His hands were on her thighs, clutching but not pulling. A reminder he was there whenever she was ready.
She smiled against his cock. Yeah, he'd never be totally good. She hadn't told him he could hold her thighs like that. But she knew he wouldn't force her down on him. She could feel the heat of his stare boring into her pussy as it shifted above his face; could feel his body shaking with the attempt to restrain himself. A powerful man held by her command alone.
As she'd said, there was no drug like it. It was sheer, fucking heaven.
Slowly, she brought her pussy down, down, down. "Now," she said.
He attacked like a ravenous tiger. As she went back down on his cock, she swallowed him with a gasp and a moan of pleasure. He wasn't as smooth in his ministrations now, but the erratic urgency of his passion aroused her even more.
Fuck, he had her so close in no time, and she could tell he was ready whenever she was. She straightened and took her pussy away, muscles tightening against his grip to tell him she was moving.
