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Chapter Twenty
Slap.
Another wet, squelchy but still staccato sound as Jethro spanked her pussy again. It hurt like a mother but it also set her libido on fire. Or maybe that was the clamps that were screwed tight onto her poor nipples, the little pink charms jumping with every slap he laid between her thighs.
Sable gripped the sheets, pressed her head back into the mattress and tried to keep her knees apart as Jethro had directed. But she dreaded the next spank and her legs refused to listen when she instructed them to spread.
“Ah-ah,” he scolded, and forced her bent knees apart again. She wasn’t afraid of him, didn’t think he’d go too far, although her pussy didn’t seem to know that—her sex was swollen, hot, and stinging and it seemed like a terrible idea to willingly submit herself to more of the same treatment.
But the thing about Jethro’s ministrations was that they also had her blood singing through her veins. She wanted him to turn her over, leave her bottom just as abused as her soaking wet pussy, and then have him take a run at her breasts. Smack them until they were pink and tingling, and all the endorphins from the beating had pooled inside of her and driven her out of her mind with lust.
She’d been promised though, not today. Which she was half grateful for, and half disappointed. She wanted him to drive her higher, to let her float up in the clouds—a place not even Hudson had gotten her to even though he’d certainly launched her off the ground.
Slap.
“How many is that, baby?”
“Twenty, Daddy.”
“That’s a good girl. You’re almost done. Just ten more and then we’ll take those cruel little clamps off your beautiful tits and you’ll have earned your reward. Now spread your legs again, let me see that pretty pussy.”
Sable groaned and turned her head but obeyed. She flinched when he hit her again, right on her clit, and her hips bucked. Jesus, could she come from this? She didn’t want to, but she was clearly not in charge of this situation. At all.
Deep in her heart she knew that wasn’t true—she could say “pansy” at any time and all this would stop. She didn’t doubt Jethro would respect the safe word he’d given her. But she also desperately wanted to please him, and she always got what she wanted.
She was breathing hard in an attempt to control the pain but it was useless. It just hurt. And it hurt more as he laid down three more strikes in quick succession, aiming lower and even catching part of her asshole which made her squeal.
When she opened her eyes, he was looking at her expectantly, but not without sympathy. “I know, baby, I know. I bet your little pussy feels like it’s on fire. Just don’t make a mess next time and I won’t have to correct your behavior. You can do that for me, right? Daddy will put a bib on you and you’ll let me feed you so this won’t happen again.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she choked as the tears started leaking from her eyes and rolling over her temples into her hair. She was going to be a mess when this was over, her hair snarled, her face red, her eyes swollen. But she had faith that Jethro’s reward would make her feel as good as she felt bad right now; she just had to wait for it. “Twenty-three, Daddy.”
The next five slaps were spaced out but rhythmic, they let her prepare and in some ways let go, space out. But she cried out when spank number twenty-nine didn’t land when she was expecting.
“Daddy, please!”
“What do you want, baby?” he asked, rubbing the insides of her thighs while her pussy was the only thing she could think of. It was like her cunt was the only part of her that existed, the only part that mattered, and she was equal parts horny as hell and in pain. Her entire brain felt scrambled like all of the carefully ordered circuits had been snipped and then re-attached in the wrong places.
“Please, Daddy,” she begged as he coasted four fingers over her thickened and red labia.
“Please what, little miss? How am I supposed to know what you want if you don’t tell me?”
Oh, it was infuriating how he could look at her with those wide brown eyes and lifted brows and pretend like he didn’t know what he was doing to her. He abso-fucking-lutely did, and if she didn’t think she’d get in so much trouble for swearing, she’d tell him so.
“Spank me, Daddy.”
“Spank you? Where?”
Argh, the man was maddening. He was maddening and sexy as hell and she wanted to tackle him to the floor and impale herself on his cock, ride him all the way to at least one orgasm and hopefully more.
“On my pussy, Daddy. Please spank my pussy. Discipline me for being a careless girl and spilling my food. Just, please, please. I need you to punish my naughty little pussy.”
She hadn’t pictured herself spread out on flannel sheets in a wooden four-poster bed having her pussy tormented a few days before Christmas—or anytime, really. But now that it was happening, even with her brain swirling around her skull in a stew of endorphins and oxytocin and dopamine and whatever else, she couldn’t think of anywhere else she’d rather be, anything else she’d rather be doing. This seemed so obvious now.
“As you wish, baby.”
And then there were two slaps that were so hard she cried out and there was a flood of tears and gasping breaths. But that wasn’t all. No, Jethro dropped to his knees and hooked her knees over his shoulder and much as he’d suckled on her nipples earlier, latched onto her over-sensitive clit and started to suck, hard, which sent her into space. Forget the clouds.
The orgasm exploded like a bomb inside her, sending her through the atmosphere. All of the muscles in her body pulsed and she couldn’t help the words that were spilling from her mouth.
“Oh, oh, Daddy, yes. Oh, God, I’m coming. Jesus, Daddy, fuck me please, I want you inside me. God, Daddy, please, please.”
It wasn’t sophisticated or elegant or any of the things she prided herself on. No, it felt primal and filthy and god, it thrilled her all the way down to her toes, her fingernails, the tips of her hair. Everywhere, everywhere felt that climax and with the black spots in her vision, she wouldn’t be surprised if she passed out.
Sable collapsed breathing hard as Jethro licked her clit with a few more broad strokes before releasing the raw and smarting bud from his mouth and stood, unbuckling his belt as he went.
When he was on his feet, he pulled a foil packet from his pocket and held it in front of him so she could see.
“Were you serious about wanting to fuck, baby?”
She didn’t hesitate. “Yes. Please. Please fuck me.”
