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“Anything you say.”
I love watching her face like this. She wrinkles up as if bracing for the impact, but rather than landing it on her, I rub her ass. Gentle. Loving.
“This one is going to hurt,” I say.
She meets my gaze, so forward. “What if I want it to hurt more?”
I slap her ass again, making it hurt as much as I promised. “Of course, you do. You’re a pain slut, aren’t you? My good little slut. My perfect girl.”
Alternating between the praise and degradation gets me harder than should be possible, but I won’t finish early. Not today. I’m going to fuck her until she can’t walk straight—and then I’ll bring her a potion to help with the pain, of course.
She nods and bites her lips, and her eyes are watering. This is the only way I’d want to see her cry—from pleasure, desire.
“Open the drawer,” she whispers. “Bedside.”
It shouldn’t surprise me that Aurora has a treasure drawer—and she does. Ropes and cuffs, vibrators and dildos, and a blue paddle shaped like a mushroom. Of course, even her paddle is artistic.
“You want me to use this on you?” I pull it out and tap it against my hand once, twice, and then against my leg. It’s important to test on myself first.
“Yes.” She squeezes her thighs together. “Please.”
“Hm… you don’t need to beg.” Though I do like the sound of it. I pluck another item from the box—a small vibrator—and turn it on. “Hold this to your clit for me, princess.”
“Gods…”
“Nope.” I chuckle and position the vibrator where I want it; she keeps it in place. “Just me, but I’ll be your god for tonight.”
Our gods are prideful beings, and would probably smite someone for saying less, but I would give up everything if it meant I got to hear her sound like this. I haven’t even touched her yet, and she’s writhing for me, her thighs shaking.
“Don’t you dare come yet.” I rub the paddle against her ass, over the growing red mark. Before using it on her, I stop to push her lacy underwear out of the way, revealing her bare skin. “What number are we at?”
“Um… two.”
I smack the paddle against her. “Wrong. Four. You’re supposed to be keeping track.”
“I’m so sorry,” she gasps out.
I tap her again.
“Five.”
“Good girl. Last one.” This time, I let it land as hard as it can, and she lets out a sound between a cry and a moan. “Don’t come.”
“I won’t.” But her voice trembles.
I pull her underwear down her ass, dragging my fingers along her aching slit. She places the toy right back where it belongs, pressing it harder, and I sigh as I inspect her cunt from behind.
“You always wear the prettiest things for me.” I push my fingers into her. My cock is aching; it’s a wonder I’m not already coming.
“I want to be good for you.”
“You are,” I croon. “So good. You listened to all my orders. You took your punishment so well. I think you deserve a reward.”
“Yes. Yes. Please.” She presses the toy harder, her fingers trembling.
“Keep it right there.” I thrust my fingers in and out, watching as they disappear. “And let go whenever you’re ready. Take your time. Let yourself feel it.”
“Gods—I can’t.”
