That was the only warning she had before his hand lifted again and came down on the back of her thigh. That hurt so much more than her butt. Yasmine shrieked, arching upward, her arms starting to jerk but held in place by his hand. The chain jingled and bounced, tugging on her nipples.
“Ow!”
His hand came down on her other thigh.
The lack of surprise meant she was able to handle it better, but it still freaking hurt. He spanked from her mid-thigh up to her sit spots, which had her squirming on his lap, and down the other side of her thigh before going right back up and down again.
Yasmine gasped. Wriggled. Clenched. Cried out as his hand repeated its journey over exquisitely sensitive spots. Her whole backside felt like it was on fire… as did her pussy, although in a completely different way.
This was all one massive tease, building her arousal higher and higher, even as the sting grew more and more intense with every swat he landed on already chastised skin.
“Zeus, please,” she begged between panting breaths. Her insides clenched again as he paused, hope rising in her chest.
“Mmm.” He rubbed her skin, which felt almost raw against his palm now. Pain and pleasure sparked inside her. His fingers dipped into her pussy, and she moaned, clenching and lifting her hips as he fingerfucked her. “You are very wet, princess. Is it my cock you’re begging for?”
“Yes.” She shuddered as he twisted his fingers inside her, setting off more sparks of needy arousal.
He shifted, and she could feel the hardness of his erection pressing against her side. He was hard again. And yes, she wanted his cock. She wanted it in her pussy this time, not her mouth.
But then his fingers slid out of her pussy and pressed against her ass. Yasmine’s mouth popped open in surprise, and she gasped as he began to stretch open that tiny entrance.
There was something about being touched in that area—that forbidden, naughty, wicked spot—that always made her feel like she was doing something utterly filthy. Something so very wrong. It wasn’t something she could ever ask for; it didn’t matter how many people found it completely acceptable in the kink community.
In her head, that was always for the naughtiest girls.
“Do you think you deserve my cock, princess?” Zeus’ voice was silky, even, as his fingers pushed deeper into her bottom, stretching out the tight ring at the entrance. It stung, too, though not as much as the spanking.
“Um… yes?”
She couldn’t help but clench as he twisted his fingers inside her again. Did he want to fuck her ass? Yasmine hadn’t been nearly naughty enough to earn that, she didn’t think, but she knew she wouldn’t stop him, either. If he wanted her ass, rather than her pussy, she knew she’d submit… and probably orgasm either way.
Zeus pumped his fingers two more times before sliding them out of her bottom, leaving her feeling so very empty and achy. Everything was empty.
“Stand up and go over to the bed. I want you standing with your legs apart, bent over.” He gave her bottom a little pat with the hand he’d been using to hold her arms in place. “You can use your hands to brace yourself.”
That was a relief. She shook out her arms as Zeus helped her to her feet, and she straightened up. For just a moment, she swayed, dizzy from both need and having been over his lap. Zeus kept his hand on her, then gave her another swat on her ass to get her moving toward the bed.
Even that little smack made her whimper as the tingling sting went through her.
She tottered toward the bed on unsteady legs. Behind her, she could hear Zeus move to the bathroom and the sound of running water a moment later. Washing his hands. She glanced back and could see that the orange condom was gone. He was cleaning up everything right now and making her wait.
Bending over the bed, Yasmine braced herself with her forearms. Her breasts hung beneath her, the chain on the clamps brushing against the comforter. Feet a little more than shoulder-width apart, her insides clenched, even though she couldn’t put the pressure on her clit that she wanted. The tiny nub throbbed and pulsed, eager for any kind of stimulation. The skin on her backside felt so incredibly sensitive after her spanking, she could feel the air moving over it.
“Good girl.” Zeus’ praise flushed through her.
She heard the sound of him ripping open another condom packet. Her senses were so alert, so attuned, she could feel him stepping into place behind her even before his hand curved over her hip.
When the tip of his cock pressed against her pussy, she moaned, going up on her toes to try to meet him.
“Hold still, princess,” Zeus ordered. With the tip of his cock in her pussy, he gripped her hips with both hands, helping to hold her in place. “I know you want my cock, but you’re going to have to wait and take what I give you.”
Yasmine moaned again as he thrust in, just a little, and pulled out again. Rather than one smooth stroke to fill her pussy, he held her tightly in place as he started slowly working himself deeper into her pussy. Shallow strokes at first, making her clench and want to push back against him to get more, then slowly going a little deeper… a little deeper…
Stretching her open so slowly, it was liable to drive her mad.
“Please, Zeus…” she begged again.
“What do you need, princess?” His voice was so smooth. So even. As if he wasn’t driving her crazy with arousal. As if he wasn’t half buried in her pussy.
