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Somehow, though, I’m instead aroused.
“Gentlemen,” Damien begins, and I feel him open, and then close the drawer.
The paddle.
“I will be bringing this gorgeous specimen to the Virgin Market. She’s trained to be very obedient, and I will now demonstrate just that.”
I keep myself from reacting. I’m going to be good. I want to please Damien. I want to keep from attracting the kind of buyer that might be excited by my pain and disobedience. I hate to think about it like this, though. I want Damien to keep me.
But I can’t think about any of that right now.
“You will not come while I spank you,” Damien instructs.
“Yes Sir,” I say immediately, hoping it is the right thing to do.
Come while he spanks me? That sounds like an odd order. This is going to hurt.
But when Damien hurts me, I crave more. God. I really have to just breathe through, power through this moment. If I distract myself and follow down the rabbit hole of thoughts I’ll just —
THWACK!
I yelp out before I swallow the sound.
Right on my pussy. My pussy is wet, trembling, and held in place for Damien’s punishment. My nipples are aching with the paired agony of the leather paddle hitting my pussy.
Damien lands a hit, another, and then another. I don’t catch my breath the whole time and I fight back tears that want to fall from my eyes. My hands want to pull off these heavy nipple clamps. I want to squirm to get away.
But I don’t. I’m being obedient. I want to be good for Damien.
In doing that, and feeling just this moment, I’m free to feel every sensation. After so many smacks, I don’t think of the paddle as bringing pain or pleasure. The clamps are heavy — not aching, sore, painful, or enjoyable. In this moment, I just be. Just. Be.
It is so freeing that my breathing calms and I have composure that I didn’t know I was capable of.
Then, Damien stops the thwacks, sitting the paddle down between my spread thighs. Heat pools on my pussy now that the sensations have time to sink in. Damien removes the nipple clamps. I gasp. The sensation is surprising. It is somehow both painful…and pleasurable. Neither, and both, at once.
“Very good, Sarah,” Damien whispers. I am positively beaming at the praise. I like knowing that I performed well for him.
“Now, she has just as much grace in receiving a reward as she does a punishment.”
Reward. Damien is talking about an orgasm. The need for pleasure surges through my body and I realize, yes, that’s exactly what I want right now. I don’t know why I took that spanking and…it didn’t shut me down. I feel strong somehow. I did obey Damien in order to be good for him, but I went somewhere during that moment and I felt…
Safe.
I trust Damien.
I trust my body to experience things without it destroying me. I don’t know quite how to explain this in my brain, but that’s the thing. I don’t need to.
And now?
Now I get to cum. I don’t care that people are watching. If anything, that turns me on more. It’s something that I thought would freak me out…but I think it has something to do with the fact that I want Trevor to be there. Blindfolded, I only know that many possible buyers are present. But there’s just one that I want to impress.
Damien’s mouth closes over my pussy, licking a wet tongue down my folds. His tongue delves inside, pointed, then flattening and widening inside my pussy and making me cry out. Damien’s hands are on my nipples, softly rubbing the tortured buds and making me whimper.
I want to wiggle but I’m too restrained to do so. Damien is softly licking my pussy, and I want to cry out and beg for more.
But I think about what he said. I want to gracefully come all over Damien’s face while Trevor watches. My skin is so sensitive from the spanking, I feel how close I am, so much molten heat on the surface.
I moan a little bit louder than I meant to, but Damien’s tongue is licking all around my clit. His nose nudges my sensitive bud as his face works around my pussy and it sends me over the edge. It all hits me like a hurricane, my pussy weeping out cum. Damien licks some of it up but then pulls his face away and runs the paddle through my folds.
“Lick,” he commands me. I smell the scent of the leather and my cum in front of my face, and I let my tongue poke forward. I’m not timid, just unsure about where my target is. When my tongue hits the leather I feel my creamy cum slither onto my tongue and I lap it up. I don’t know why, but it’s so erotic that I sigh a little.
