“Tell me.” His voice was deeper, darker.
“Not a chance.” My voice was barely audible from the extreme pleasure.
“Mmm… A very naughty girl. I can deal with that.” He was so strong, so huge and muscular that when he put his mind to something, nothing could stop him. He spun me around, lifting me inches off the floor at the same time. I had no idea what he was doing, nor did I care.
I should have anticipated his evil plans when I heard noises, but I was too lost in the decadence he’d offered. When he crackedsomething across my bottom, I shrieked sharply, laughing immediately afterward.
He chuckled in a dark, demanding way as he showed me the implement in his hand. A spatula. Of all things. He was spanking me with a kitchen tool.
I had the palms of my hands on the counter, tossing my head back when he cracked the heavy plastic against my backside once again. The moment was jarring, enough that my second cry was nothing but a strangled sound. Blinking, I still couldn’t react fast enough before he smacked my buttocks four times, the rhythm of moving from side to side perfect.
“Fuck,” I managed, panting as I finally pushed up from the counter.
“This is exactly what you need to calm you down.” Three more were brought down. I could swear each one was harsher than the last.
“I don’t need to be calmed down.”
Two more, both on my sit spot. “Evidently, you do.”
Just as I threw my head over my shoulder, he began the spanking in earnest, taking his time to cover every inch of my bottom with the spatula. Knowing I wasn’t going anywhere didn’t mean I wasn’t interested in pushing the boundaries.
Which I did.
Along with trying just once to escape.
Which didn’t work.
He fisted a handful of hair in response, using the implement to calm me down as he’d already mentioned. I was breathlesswithin seconds, my palms still on the counter while I pressed my face against the surface. Thank God, the small island didn’t have a back, or my face would be smashed against the wall. And I wouldn’t have cared.
The spanking continued for a few seconds but the clamor of the spatula being tossed aside brought a smile. He was something else, his massive hands gripping the outside of my thighs and a portion of my hips.
I moaned as soon as he lifted me off the edge, raking one arm across the counter as I tried to see what he was doing. His tongue answered me seconds later, dipping into my wetness with an agonizing need that used speed and repetition.
His tongue left a hot, aching trail, the anticipation eating me alive. He moved from one leg to the other, ignoring my pussy altogether. I was shocked by the incredible sensations, rocked into a quiet moment as his lips inched ever so close to my pussy.
Yet he was holding back, still tormenting me because of my earlier behavior. I finally closed my eyes, incapable of moving a muscle. Only then did he see my lack of movement as a win, finally darting his tongue against my wetness.
“You’re so wet for me.”
“Uh-huh.” That’s the only answer I could provide, the excitement keeping me on a sweet edge and incapable of talking.
He finally slipped his tongue around my clit so lightly I wasn’t certain that was what I felt. He was gentle in his actions, taking his time. No one had ever gone down on me the way he was doing. Slowly. Patiently. Bringing me to a sweet edge then backing off.
This had to be the hottest thing I’d ever done, especially with a man. My eyes were cinched shut as he darted a couple of fingers inside. The way he flexed them open, thrusting in another perfect rhythm almost brought me straight to an orgasm.
Damn if he didn’t pull back again, using the perfect amount of pressure. Panting, my skin and pussy were already ignited into a fire, the spark only growing. Yet seconds later, I realized he was truly trying to drive me into a state of sheer ecstasy.
“Please,” I whimpered.
“Please what?”
“Please make me come.”
“Such an impatient woman. Perhaps you need another spanking.”
“No!” My moan was ragged followed by a short laugh. He continued licking me, sucking on my clit and totally ignoring me.
Seconds passed and I was driven into a sweet, blissful lull.
