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He rubbed her sensitive nub for a quick, delicious moment, tapped the flange of the vibrating dildo, eliciting a sharp cry, then stepped away. From the corner of her eye she was able to watch him return the paddle back to the cabinet. As if feeling her gaze, he turned and smiled, then slowly removed his clothes.
His long, thick shaft stood at attention.
Mesmerized, she gazed, watching as he moved back to stand in front of her and stroke himself.
“Please, Sir,” she finally pleaded, unable to contain herself. “Please will you ravage me?”
“I do love it when you beg. Begging goes a long way with me… at times, but right now I have something else in mind.”
Opening a drawer, he withdrew a narrow paintbrush and a jar of pink liquid.
Chapter 14
Placing the jar and brush on the rolling table, Marco glided it next to Steph, seeing both excitement and trepidation in her eyes as he approached.
“Do you trust me, Steph?” he asked softly, gripping her hair as he nuzzled her neck. “Be honest.”
“I do, Sir.”
She’d replied earnestly, and with no hesitation.
“How does your ass feel?” he continued, picking up the brush and smoothing it over her spanked bottom.
“It stings, Sir, a lot, and the vibrator…” she panted, her voice trailing off.
“What about the vibrator?”
“It’s impossible to explain,” she replied breathlessly. “It’s buzzing, making me want to come, but I can’t.”
“That’s what happens to bad girls, and you were a very bad girl, weren’t you, Steph?”
“Yes, Sir, and I’m sorry,” she whimpered. “I know I push the envelope. I do it all the time.”
“But you won’t be doing that with me again,” he murmured, gliding the sable-haired paintbrush between her legs and resting it against her pussy. “Not unless you want your ass glowing like a hot ember. Close your eyes.”
Hearing her catch her breath, he knew it wasn’t just the touch of the bristle against her sex. She no longer doubted his resolve. Pleased with her response, he began sliding the brush back and forth over her drooling pussy, increasing the force and speed until her mewling moans became frantic, then moving it away, he landed a sharp slap on the inside of her thigh.
“Did you open your eyes? Tell the truth, Steph.”
“No, Sir, I kept them closed.”
“Good girl,” he murmured, whispering the brush across the red blotch left by his smack before returning it to her sex.
Delivering the tantalizing attention calmed him, and in spite of his engorged cock and aching need to ravage her, he would have happily continued for endless minutes, but this was her first time hanging from the chains. Building up her endurance would take time and training.
And they still needed to visit her apartment.
Rapidly jabbing the end of the bristles against her clit, barely a minute passed before her cries told him her orgasm was building. Grinning, he quickly removed the lid from the jar, dipped the brush, then separated her pussy lips and painted inside her velvet folds.
Her wails of shock quickly became groans of pleasure.
The lascivious liquid contained a variety of spices meticulously blended to deliver erotic stimulation. Coating two fingers, he placed the brush on the table, then shoved them into her passage, rapidly thrusting in and out. Her cries filled the room, but every time he sensed she was near the brink, he slowed down and softly rubbed her clit with his thumb.
“Sir, please,” she suddenly begged. “I can’t stand it. Please, Sir.”
“Not yet,” he purred, “but soon.”
Moving his hand from her pussy, he coated the brush and painted her spanked backside. The soft moan changed to a long, loud groan.
