Page 62 of Watching Her

“Reminding you that you aren’t the one in charge.” The feeling of being almost weightless struck me as much as enjoying having her naked body draped over my legs. Or the way her rounded bottom appeared, causing me to salivate even more.

The way she squirmed wasn’t truly fighting what I was about to do, but to entice me more than before. Yes, the feeling of friction would soon drive me crazy, but I maintained a level of control while shifting her weight.

And with the first time I brought my hand down across her bottom.

A series of electric sensations shot through me that I hadn’t expected, thrumming from my hand throughout my body.

Her reaction surprised me. While with every crack of my hand, her body jumped involuntarily, even kicking out from the pain, she didn’t try to escape.

Perhaps she knew she deserved the discipline.

For whatever reason, her simple surrender boosted my desire not only to taste and take, but to ensure she belonged to me.

And that no one touched her.

I wasn’t gentle or tender in any way, providing her with a better understanding of how discipline could increase the appetite for all things sinful.

Her heavy breathing was a delightful indication she was willing to accept her punishment, although the darker cravings I’d read and enjoyed kept me fueled as much as her soft whimpers.

I stopped long enough to caress her reddening bottom, savoring the buildup of heat easily transferred to my fingertips. She shuddered in my hold even as I brushed my fingers down her spine to the crack of her ass. I would take her in every hole, providing her with other lessons in passion.

In doing so, she would lose all sense of herself, and the thought alone kept my cock at full attention.

Her legs were parted just enough to allow a perfect view of her swollen pussy lips glistening in the shimmering light. With her sweet scent, every nerve stood on end. I’d need to taste her soon or face all loss of control.

The thought brought a smile as I slipped my index finger down the length of her slit.

“Oh,” she moaned, her body stiffening.

“You’re very wet.”

“Yes.”

I cracked my hand against her bottom just once. “Yes?”

“Yes, sir.” Said with defiance.

“Good girl.” I slipped two fingers inside, taking a deep breath as soon as I did. She was soaked, juice trickling down the insides of both legs. “Very wet.”

As she wiggled her body, I had no doubt she was doing so to keep me aroused. Instead of falling into temptation, I resumed the spanking, bringing my palm down in rapid succession.

Every sound was incredible, fueling more of the fire already burning. I was at the point of no return. She’d learned her lesson. If not, there would be another.

And another.

Three more brutal smacks against her bottom and I slipped my hand between her legs once again, taking the time and enjoying how her pussy muscles clamped around my fingers. I ensured she was primed and ready before slipping her back onto her knees between my legs.

My balls were so damn tight I was in pain. I crooked my finger, lifting her head to ensure she looked me directly in the eyes.

Her lips were swollen even though we’d hadn’t spent much time kissing.

There was a delicate shimmer in her eyes, not as if she’d been crying, but as if in a sweet fog from the endorphins. Damn, she appeared even more beautiful, luscious in every way.

I rubbed my thumb across her bottom lip before pushing it inside. She had a way of sucking that caused me to drift closer to a sense of nirvana. Just watching the way her jaws tightened was spectacular.

As I wrapped my hand around my drink once again and removed my thumb, I was curious as to what she’d do. The salacious look returned. I almost waited to see if she’d ask permission, but the look on her face was so imploring I couldn’t wait any longer.

“Suck me, my sweet Penelope. Take my dick into your hot, wet mouth.”