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“I’d imagined this,” he growls against my ear, his hand hard on my thigh. “You, naked and spread open for me, bare and begging on my lap. I thought of other things, too, like your pretty ass turned pink from my palm. I could do that instead, lass, if you’d like? If you don’t want to beg?”
“No, Liam, please—please touch me, I need it, please—”
“Be specific, lass.” His fingers stroke the side of my throat. “Where do you need it?”
“On my—” I can’t say it. My face is burning red, and I feel him throb against me, his cock hard as iron against the soft flesh of my ass. Part of me wants him to do it, to lay me over his lap and spank me, to make me feel as punished as I know he means to.
“I don’t want to hurt you, lass. I won’t unless you choose it. So tell me what you want and where you want it, or I’ll lay you over my lap here and now.”
“Please touch me! Please, please, on my—” I gasp, squirming in his lap with the deep, aching need that feels as if it’s spreading through every part of me. “My clit, Liam, please, I need your fingers on my clit. Please make me come, please—”
“Ah yes. There’s a good lass.” His hand slides instantly between my thighs, his fingers circling the tender, throbbing nub as I gasp with relief, pushing my hips forward into his hand. “I think for that, you deserve a reward.”
His hand tightens ever so slightly on my throat as he pinches my clit, lightly, and then as I gasp, he starts to rub firmly, his fingers intent on driving me forward. “Come for me, lass. Whenever you please.”
“Oh god! Oh god, Liam—”
I nearly scream his name as the pleasure tears through me, the orgasm almost instantaneous. My thighs splay open even wider, my muscles rigid and trembling as I arch my back, my ass grinding against the hard ridge of his cock. I don’t know how he can stand it, how he can feel me writhing wildly against him as he fingers my clit and not throw me over the bed and shove himself inside of me. I feel as if I’m losing my mind with pleasure, my pussy clenching with the need to be filled as I cry out again and again, but he doesn’t stop. He keeps rubbing, keeps the pressure on my clit as I come harder than I think I ever have. When I finally go limp against him, panting as I try to catch my breath, Liam chuckles darkly against my ear.
“You needed that, I think,” he murmurs as his fingers lightly brush my outer folds, moving away from my oversensitive clit for a moment.
“That wasn’t much of a punishment,” I gasp. “You’ve made me beg for it before. You—”
“Oh, I’m not done, lass,” he interrupts, and I feel him smile as he presses his lips to my throat. “Not even close.”
And then, as I gasp aloud, his fingers dive between my thighs once again.
FIVE
ANA
“Liam!” I try to squirm away as his fingers brush my oversensitive clit. The hand that was on my throat drops instantly, his arm going around my waist to hold me in place as his fingers start to stroke again.
“You wanted to come, lass. So come, as many times as you can, until I decide I’m satisfied.”
Oh god.I realize what he’s doing, and a shudder of mingled anticipation and fear runs through me. I don’t know how much I can take, how many times he can wring orgasms out of me, but my body is already responding again, my clit pulsing against his fingers as he rubs it gently. The position I’m in is utterly humiliating, splayed across his lap, wet and naked and orgasming while he sits there, composed and fully clothed, and it’s so intensely arousing that I can feel myself already on the brink of another climax.
“Don’t hold back,” he murmurs, rubbing faster as he feels me starting to tremble. “Come for me again, there’s a good lass, ahh—”
“Liam!” I try to squirm away again, but he’s holding me tight. All I can do is writhe in his lap as a second orgasm overtakes me, making me cry out as the pleasure races over me. My swollen clit pulses against his fingers as I grind helplessly into his hand. It feels so fucking good and like too much all at once. The worst and best part of it is that I know he’s not going to stop, that he’s going to keep going, keep pushing me to another climax and another, until my body is so wrung dry with pleasure that I can’t take another.
The moment he feels me relax into him again as the orgasm recedes, his hand slides lower, two fingers pushing into my drenched, fluttering pussy. I clench around him instantly, and he groans, his lips brushing against my jaw.
“That’s right, lass. You want me to fuck that hungry pussy, don’t you? So hungry for more, for my fingers, my tongue, my cock. This is all you get, for now, my little lass, until you show me how good you can be. But it’s enough, isn’t it? You’re going to come for me again.”
There’s a commanding note to his voice as he pushes his fingers deeper that sends me even closer to the edge, his fingers thrusting into me as the pad of his thumb finds my clit, but he doesn’t stroke them in and out of me. He just holds them there, buried inside as he starts to rub again, his lips on my neck as the arm around my waist tightens. “You look so beautiful, splayed out for me like this, Ana,” he whispers. “Come for me, lass.”
And I do, for a third time, moaning as I arch against him, pushing myself down onto his fingers as his thumb circles my clit, sending me crashing over the edge.
Then, just as I start to catch my breath, he begins to thrust his fingers inside me, curling them as he fucks my tight, aching pussy with his two fingers. His thumb starts to move again, slow and inexorable against my oversensitive, throbbing bundle of nerves.
After that, I start to lose track. A fourth orgasm, a fifth, until it’s not individual orgasms any longer but a solid, cresting wave that rises and falls. Just when I think that I’m done, he changes his touch, does something different, and the wave crests again, so that I’m moaning and writhing, drenched and sticky and bare, spread wide in his lap as his fingers stroke and rub and pinch and thrust until all I know is a pleasure that feels like too much, like I can’t bear anymore. At the same time, I don’t want him to stop.
He pushes a third finger into me, filling me to the point that it’s nearly as much as his cock, and I fall screaming into another burst of pleasure. “I can’t take anymore,” I beg him, panting as I slump against him, my hips still twitching against his hand. “I can’t, please, Liam, I can’t come again, I can’t take it, I can’t—”
“You’ll take it until I’ve had enough,” he growls against my ear, and just those words are enough to send another frisson of pleasure down my spine. “You’ll take every orgasm I want to give you, little lass, until I’m tired of pleasuring you.”
And then, the hand around my waist slides downwards, those fingers slipping between my thighs as the fingers inside of my pussy slip out, so drenched with my arousal that when he pushes them between the cheeks of my ass, I almost don’t realize what he’s doing at first.
