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“So needy,” Liam murmurs darkly. “But this is a punishment, Ana, not pleasure. Not yet.” His hand squeezes my thigh, his fingers applying just a little more pressure than usual, and then up to my ass, his palm sliding over the slender curve.
“I wanted to spank you the other day when I punished you.” His voice is low, smoky, winding its way around me as he tells me his darkest desires. “But I chose to punish you with pleasure instead. Tonight, though, you asked for pain. So I think this is how I’ll give it to you.”
His hand smooths over my ass cheek, squeezing lightly. “I thought about using the belt. But I want you to feel my hand on your bare skin, Ana. I want there to be nothing between us when I do this to you.”
I hear the rustle of fabric and look over my shoulder to see him unbuttoning his shirt. Liam catches me looking and slaps me lightly on the back of the thigh, not enough to truly hurt, but enough to sting.
“Face forward unless I tell you otherwise, lass. Part of your punishment is not to get to see me as I do this to you, not to know what’s coming next.” He chuckles darkly. “I think that may be a pleasurable torment, though.”
He’s not wrong. It’s torture not to be able to see his handsome, muscled body as he strips down, to hear the sound of his zipper and the rustle of his pants being pushed down over his hips, and not see his thick, hard cock springing free. It’s like him not allowing me to touch him magnified a dozen times over. I bite my lower lip as I hear him move towards me again, knowing this time that he’s naked and hard, just out of my view.
I want him so badly. I’m aching for him, and I know it will only be more intense by the time he’s finished. I feel his hard cock brush against my thigh as he stands behind me, smooth and hot against my skin, and I want him inside of me. My back arches, a small gasp slipping from me when his hand smooths over the curve of my ass, and Liam makes a noise deep in his throat.
“Tell me you want it one more time, lass.”
“Please,” I whisper, my voice choked with need. “Please punish me, Liam.”
The first crack of his hand against my ass sends a shock across my skin, making me stiffen and cry out. It’s not even a real pain at first–especially not compared to some pain I’ve experienced–but the sensation is startling. I can tell that he’s going slowly, building up, his hand rubbing over the stinging, warm spot where his palm struck me a moment before.
The second comes on the other side, his hand connecting with the curve of my ass, and I stiffen again, the sensation burning across my skin and directly between my legs. It hurts more the second time, and then the third as Liam increases the firmness of his spanks. Still, it feels as if each jolt goes straight to my pussy, heating my skin and spreading out over my ass, my thighs, increasing my arousal until I’m so wet that I canfeelmyself starting to drip down my inner thighs and onto the edge of the bed.
“Liam–” I moan his name, my back arching, my ass tilting up for another, and he knows as well as I do that I’m enjoying this punishment far too much. It hurts, it does–he builds up the intensity of the spanking, his palm coming down again and again with an increasing strength that’s multiplied by the sensitivity of my reddening flesh, but it also feels so fuckinggood. I can feel myself starting to grind against the bed, wanting any friction against my throbbing clit, and I hear Liam chuckle behind me as he brings his hand down again, making me cry out.
“You’re enjoying this a little too much, lass. Maybe it’s your sweet pussy that needs to be reminded of who it belongs to.” He reaches between my thighs, cupping me, and I moan with helpless need. “No coming until I give you permission,” he warns. “Spread those thighs open, lass.”
I’m already spread wide for him, but I open my thighs a little further, pushing back so that he has full access to my swollen, wet pussy. I grind against his palm, moaning as he takes his hand away. Then I gasp aloud when he slaps firmly between my legs, his hand connecting wetly with my aroused flesh, the slap stinging my clit.
“Liam!” I cry out, and he chuckles, spanking my pussy again.
“Does that feel good, lass? My hand punishing your sweet pussy?” He slaps again, and my thighs tremble.
“You’re going to make me come, Liam, please–please–”
He slaps again, harder this time, and I’m shaking with trying not to come. He hasn’t given me permission, but I’m so close, each stinging, pleasurable smack of his hand against my folds and clit pushing me closer to the edge. “Liam, I’m going to come. I can’t stop it–”
His next slap lands on my ass again, the hardest one yet, and I scream with frustration and pleasure and pain all at once. The spank feels as if it jolts directly between my legs, but it’s not enough to make me come, no matter how close I am. “Liam, please–”
“Not yet, lass. Thisisa punishment, remember? You’ll come when I give you permission and not before.”
I lose count of the slaps against my ass. With each one, I can feel my ass reddening, feel the frustrated pleasure building even as the slaps become more and more painful, my ass throbbing with the heat of his palm.
“Fuck, Ana–” Liam groans, his left hand resting on my ass as I feel him shift, hearing his right hand moving along his shaft as he strokes himself briefly. “I need to be inside of you, lass. You’re driving me fucking insane. I wish you could see how beautiful you look right now, my handprints on your ass and your skin so red–fuck.”
And then I feel the swollen, hot tip of his cock pushing against my clit, and I lose every last shred of control that I have over my own orgasm.
I’m so wet, slick and drenched, and dripping with arousal. I can feel it even more as I throw my head back, my bound hands clutching at the bed as my back arches hard, Liam rubbing his cock against my clit and pussy as I come hard. I can feel myself clenching, desperate for him to fill me, pushing back and grinding against his cock in the hopes that he’ll slip inside of me, but he doesn’t. He just rubs against me, sliding his shaft between my folds, bumping the head of his cock against my clit as I scream with the built-up pleasure, my own arousal lubing his cock until he’s as slick and wet as I am.
And then, as I lie on the bed still shuddering with pleasure, I feel the head of his cock between the cheeks of my ass, and I know exactly what he’s doing.
“Such a bad girl,” Liam says, one hand still stroking the curve of my burning ass, and the satisfaction in his voice tells me that he did it on purpose. Somehow that arouses me even more, even as the head of his cock rubs against me, and I feel a small shudder of nerves. “You came without permission, little lass.”
“You made me come,” I whisper, but I’m already arching against him, wanting him inside of me anywhere, filling me up however he’s willing to.
“Maybe.” Liam’s voice is raspy with desire, dark and full of need. “I’m going to fuck you now, lass, and this is how I’m going to do it. To punish you, yes, but also to take something for me, depending on how you answer my next question.”
“What?” I ask breathlessly. I can barely think, my pussy aching with the need to be filled, my clit still throbbing from my orgasm, my ass clenched with nervousness at the imminent intrusion. Liam is pressed against me there, his slick cockhead pushing ever so slightly against my entrance, just waiting.
“Did Alexandre fuck you like this?” Liam rocks forward, the head of his cock pushing against me, and I cry out. “Did he fuck your ass, Ana?”
