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She mumbled something under her breath, but he decided to overlook it for the time being. Maybe it was selfish of him, but he was looking forward to getting her punishment over with so he could show her how naughty girls got fucked.
“Six more, baby. If you can take them without moving, I’ll let you come when I fuck you. Sound good?”
“Y-yes, Sir.”
* * *
If she’d knownsex without orgasms was a possibility, she wouldn’t have called him an asshole. Thank god he apparently hadn’t heard her, because she was pretty sure she would die if he didn’t let her come soon.
As painful as the paddling was, the throbbing in her clit was worse. With every stroke, the sting seemed to arrow straight to her achingly empty pussy. It seemed wrong somehow, to be feeling so wanton and needy during what was supposed to be a punishment, but her body apparently hadn’t gotten the memo. Or maybe the forbiddenness of it was part of what had her ready to beg him to just finish up and fuck her already.
The next swat caught that shockingly sensitive junction where her ass and thighs met, making her cry out as tears gathered in her eyes. Somehow, she managed to keep her toes on the ground and her hands on the couch cushions. Partly because she already knew she couldn’t keep her balance any other way, but also because she wasn’t about to risk going to bed without an orgasm.
Five more times, the paddle connected with her ass and the tops of her thighs, each swat more painful than the last. By the time the last stroke fell, she was openly crying, her tears falling in a broken stream onto the cushions.
“You took your spanking so well, baby. Now let’s see how well you take my cock.”
A shiver raced up her spine. She didn’t know where that syrupy-sweet tone or those filthy words had come from, but she hoped he never stopped.
His groan cut through the pain as he pushed inside of her, filling her so completely she thought she might weep from joy as well as pain. Gripping her ass cheeks, he dug his fingers into her sore and aching flesh as he rocked inside of her.
“Fuck, baby. You feel so good.”
Pride welled inside her, right alongside pleasure with every shallow thrust of his cock. “Dean… please.”
“Please, what? Oh, that’s right.” Slamming fully into her, he reached between her and the couch, pressing against her clit so roughly it sent a flash of pain lancing through her. “I promised my baby an orgasm, didn’t I? You want to come for me, babygirl?”
“Yes, Sir. Please,” she gasped out when he pinched her clit.
“Then come for me. Show me how good you can be and come all over my cock, pretty girl.”
After everything they’d shared, it seemed silly to feel such a flash of pride at being called ‘pretty’, but she felt it all the same. Closing her eyes, she let the sensations wash over her. The feel of his hands on her, giving her both pleasure and pain in equal measure. His cock moving inside of her, fucking her more deeply, more completely than she’d ever been before.
And his praise, the constant stream of it, telling her how good and pretty she was. How proud of her he was when that first wave hit and she clamped down around him as the orgasm rocked her to her core.
“Beautiful. So beautiful, baby. Give me another.”
“C-can’t.”
“Yes, you can.” Despite the sweetness of his tone, there was steel in the words that let her know he wouldn’t be taking ‘No’ for an answer. “You’re such a good girl, MaryAnn, I know you can come for me again.”
Not wanting to disappoint him, she nodded, and her words of agreement were little more than a breathy whisper. “Yes, Sir. I’ll try.”
“That’s my girl.”
Digging her fingers into the cushions beneath her hands, she braced herself, prepared to endure the pleasure that had become so overwhelming it was painful. But the pain only lasted a little while longer, and then it was nothing but pleasure building inside her again. With every thrust of his cock inside her, with every tease and pinch of her clit, it coiled tighter and tighter in her core.
Until that coil finally snapped, sending more waves of pleasure racing through her veins. She felt more than heard herself scream his name before she slumped over the back of the couch, her muscles seemingly turned to liquid.
Was it possible to die from too much pleasure? She was fairly certain she hadn’t actually passed on, but she was certainly floating on some other plain of existence as Dean shifted his grip to her hips, fucking her hard and fast, until his own growl of completion rumbled in his chest.
It felt like an eternity before he spoke again, his voice rough with exhaustion and fulfilled desire. “You okay there, babygirl?”
“Hmmm,” was all she could manage.
His chest vibrated again, though this time she thought it might be from laughter. “Wait there. I’ll get you cleaned up and then we can get you back to bed, naughty girl.”
Like she could have moved on her own if she wanted to after that? Even if she’d had the desire to walk herself to her bed, her muscles certainly wouldn’t have cooperated.
