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She brought one hand to her mouth, sucking two fingers inside with a noisypopthat had him grinding his teeth against the surge of desire. “Two.”
She pulled her fingers away from her mouth, sliding them down her throat and between her breasts, leaving a damp trail behind. She skimmed them across her belly, drifted past the thatch of pubic hair, to hover over her clit, out of its hood and clearly visible. He held his breath as she kept them there for a moment, teasing both of them, before she grabbed the wide base of the protruding dildo.
“Three,” he growled, the word mingling with her reflexive moan as she shoved the dildo deeper into her pussy, and he was moving before the sound faded.
He was beside the bed in a heartbeat, and surprise lit her eyes when he lifted her into the air. She flailed in his arms, the dildo falling to the bed, and her laughing squeal was cut off abruptly when he sat on the side of the bed and pushed her face down over his lap. He planted a hand on the back of her neck to counter her instinctive attempt to right herself.
“You asked for this,” he reminded her, and brought his hand down on her ass.
She squealed again, bucking against his hold, and he barely avoided a foot to the face. Fighting back a laugh, he shifted to wedge her legs between his, clenching his thighs to keep her in place, then shoved her face towards the floor. She grabbed his leg, digging her short nails in through his jeans as she pushed herself up.
He smacked her ass again, a short, sharp blow right on her sit spot. “Stay put,” he ordered, and grabbed the dildo off the bed to unceremoniously shove it back into her cunt.
Her choked “Oh, shit!” was accompanied by a hard buck of her hips that would have resulted in her getting free if he hadn’t had her legs trapped. He kept one hand firmly between her shoulder blades, holding her down, and worked the dildo with the other. Her pussy was tight, the way her legs were clamped together making for an even snugger fit than usual, so he took his time, pulling it out slightly, wiggling it a bit, pushing it back in. He thought about stopping for more lube, something slicker and more viscous than the cannabis cream she’d already applied, but he didn’t want to let go of her long enough to dig into the nightstand drawer. Instead he slowed down the process, drawing it out so that by the time he had the dildo fully seated in her cunt, her thighs were slick, and she was panting.
“That’s pretty,” he observed, and gave the wide base of the toy a firm pat that made her hips jerk. He grinned at her upturned ass and did it again, her strangled moan delighting him.
“Tell me what you’re getting a spanking for, Amanda.”
“Because you’re old?”
He tsked in mock disappointment and smacked the base of the toy again just to listen to her moan. “Try again.”
“Because you have no sense of humor?”
Smack.“You’re going to find out just where my sense of humor lives if you keep playing games. Last chance. Why are you getting a spanking?”
Her body tensed as she hesitated, and he knew she was weighing her options. She undoubtedly had another smart-ass remark dancing on the tip of her tongue, ready to launch, but she was also starting to realize the precariousness of her situation. They both enjoyed the punishment games that made up so much of their kink, but there were limits, and she knew it. She wanted to come, and knew that if she pushed him too far, he’d make his point by not letting her.
He waited for her to make her choice. If she chose obedience, he’d fuck her until they both came screaming. If she chose insolence, he’d put her smart mouth to good use for his own pleasure, then send her to bed, aching and wanting.
Either way would be fun for him, but he hoped she’d choose obedience. After three sexless days, he missed her, and he’d love nothing more than to give her as many orgasms as she could take before curling up to sleep with her wrapped around him, limp and satisfied.
But the choice was hers.
The seconds ticked by, and he was on the verge of reminding her there was a question on the table—via the forceful application of hand to ass—when she let out a resigned sigh. “Because I was masturbating without permission.”
Relief and desire flooded him in equal measure. “And why do you need permission to masturbate?”
“Because my orgasms belong to you.”
“That’s right,” he replied, and rewarded her by giving the base of the dildo a solid wiggle. “You put the lube on just before I came in?”
“A couple of minutes before, yes, Sir.”
“Hmmm.” He glanced at the clock on the fireplace mantel across the room. “Then we’ve got about half an hour before it really starts to kick in, don’t we? Let’s see if we can spend our time wisely. Count.”
He lifted his hand, waited for her breathless “Yes, Sir,” then let it fall on the fullest part of her upturned ass, making sure to catch the edge of the protruding dildo.
She jerked, moaned out “One,” and he stroked his hand approvingly over the pink that had bloomed beneath his hand.
“Good girl,” he praised, and, seeing that the dildo had begun to slip out, nudged it back into place. She was even wetter, the column of silicone sliding back in much more easily than it had even just a few moments ago.
Excellent.
He glanced at the clock, calculating how many swats she could take and still be in the right head space for what he had in mind. One smack every two minutes should do it, he figured, and, drawn out over half an hour, wouldn’t be too taxing. And while he was counting down the seconds to the next spank, he could play.
Amanda had no idea how much time had passed. She knew it had been a while, because she was counting the spanks, and he’d just delivered number fourteen. James pulled her up by the hair every five smacks so some of the blood could drain out of her head. It also gave him the opportunity to play with her nipples, now clamped—he must have had the alligator clips on standby—for a few moments before he pushed her back down. But the lightheadedness wasn’t so bad, and at least while her pussy was in the air, he was paying attention to it. At this point the lube was kicking in, her pussy swollen and engorged, tingling on the verge of a hard orgasm, and God, she wanted it.
