“Seven.” The pleasure in her tone is going to have me riding her face before I’m done playing.
SLAP.
“Nine,” she whines, and I swear I see her grinding against the air.
She likes it. Violet enjoys being spanked. You don’t fake that tone, not when there’s a collar around your throat and a horny mistress at your ass.
“Good girl,” I praise, trying to keep my tone level so she doesn’t know what she’s doing to me right now.
I grip the paddle in my hand and rub the wood over her skin.
“Rate the paddle,” I tell her.
Slap.
“Seven.”
I figured it would be higher, but she’s doing so well right now.
SLAP.
She groans and almost falls forward onto the mattress, giving me an idea for our next activity.
“Ten.” She takes a shuttering breathe. “Ten.”
“Safe word?” I ask her as she gets back up onto all fours.
She shakes her head, her ass glowing red from where the paddle made contact.
I rub my hand over the sore spot to comfort her, occasionally moving close to her center and watching her lean into my touch.
“Roll onto your back,” I tell her, keeping hold of the chain as she listens.
She’s exposed to me, and her center is glistening with arousal. She’s going to explode the minute I touch that swollen nub between her thighs, but I’m not ready to let her release yet.
I toss the paddle to the side and straddle her bare stomach before I begin massaging her nipples.
Her breathing grows rapid, so I continue.
“You’re doing so well, baby.” I’m holding on tight to the chain, pulling up as I lean down to meet her mouth.
I don’t know what to do with her. Never in my life did I think I would find someone comfortable doing the things I liked. Wearing the collar I provide to prove she belongs to me.
We took it very slowly the first time we experimented and stuck to simple exercises like sensory play. The following morning after breakfast, I just pleased her with my fingers, my mouth, and a vibrating clamp for her nipples.
This weekend is going to open a whole new world for both of us, and I’m curious to see just how far she’s willing to go.
She loves praise, and I keep that in mind as I shift my body farther up hers.
“You’re going to let me ride that pretty mouth of yours.” I grip the chain, tugging it to the side so it’s not in the way. “You’re going to make me scream your name, Violet. And then I’m going to make you scream mine.”
She waits as I position myself over her mouth, her eyes fixed on mine, and I can tell she’s trying not to smile. She’s ready for me.
“This better not get you off, Baby Girl,” I warn, lowering myself until I feel the warmth of her mouth against me.
“Fuck,” I growl, feeling her tongue immediately swirling inside me. Her mouth is consuming me, and I hardly have time to realize what she’s doing until her hands wrap around my legs, pulling me down so she can devour me. Unable to stop her, I ride her tongue, letting every part of me shatter over her. She’s groaning into me, and the vibration on my clit sends me over the edge.
“Fuck yes,” I hiss, reaching down to cup her cheek while she licks. “Fuck yes,” I repeat when her eyes meet mine.
