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“Yes, sir,” I tried, hoping the show of respect would draw him in, and my heart leapt victorious when he took a step towards me.
“You need to come for me, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” I pleaded. My hands drew forward to cup my breasts, my thumb and forefinger coming together to lightly pinch my nipples. His gaze held mine the whole time, like he was on the edge of a precipice, still deciding whether he was going to jump or walk away, and I held my breath.
My core constricted, my desire quickly spiraling out of control. I felt like a cat in heat, able to focus on nothing except the burning need between my thighs. I needed to come, and I needed it badly.
He turned away and it was like he’d punched me right in the gut.
“Please,” I begged.
“I can’t,” he replied, and he strode out of the room with definitive purpose.
I wailed, his rejection hitting me hard. My eyes watered and a sob broke from me unbidden. Overwhelmingly frustrated, I threw my head back on the bed and slid my hand in between my thighs.
Fuck him. I’d take care of myself.
He hadn’t been kidding when he’d said I was wet. My arousal had slicked all the way down my thighs. If I stayed here for much longer, I was going to leave a wet spot on the blanket.
I didn’t care. Right now, I needed to come more than anything.
I gathered my wetness with my fingers, circling my clit while envisioning what I must have looked like over his knee and what my ass looked like right now, thoroughly marked from the lash of his belt.
I moaned, making no effort to conceal my sounds. I didn’t care if he heard me. Hopefully he would hear, and he’d get the worst case of blue balls ever for walking away and leaving me like this.
My clit was extraordinarily sensitive. I pressed down lightly, and an intense bolt of desire sliced through me. I’d hardly even begun touching myself and I was already so close. I bit my lip and closed my eyes, imagining what should have happened between us in this bed tonight.
My thighs twitched as I fantasized about his big thick cock sliding inside of me, breaking through the barrier of my virginity, gently at first, and then giving me the fucking I deserved, good and hard until I screamed his name and my throat went hoarse.
I moaned louder, approaching the edge at terrifying speed. I was just about to push myself past the brink when the shadow of his frame appeared in the doorway again.
“I did not give you permission to touch yourself,” he scolded.
“Fuck off. I don’t need your permission,” I replied. I didn’t slow down. If anything, I started circling faster. My climax was so close. All I needed was a few more seconds, a slightly firmer touch, and I would shatter right there in front of him.
With terrifying swiftness, he moved across the room. All of a sudden, his arm was wrapped around my waist and his leg was pinned between mine. In this strange new position, I could no longer reach my pussy with my hand, and I let out a frustrated screech at the unexpected denial of my impending orgasm. I laid there, pinned on my back, annoyed and confused.
This wasn’t conducive for a fucking.
Then the flats of his fingers snapped against my pussy. I cried out, the sudden sting taking me by surprise.
“Oww! That hurts!” I shrieked.
Without another word, he spanked my pussy several more times. The wet sound of his palm meeting my soaking wet folds was embarrassing, yet with every stinging slap, my clit came alive. When he spanked directly on top of my needy little bud, a new, much more shameful fear came over me.
If he continued like this, I was going to come.
“Nykor! Please don’t…” I begged breathlessly.
“I’m giving this naughty little pussy exactly what it needs, Ella,” he scolded.
His icy cold and blazing hot change in character was giving me whiplash. I wanted to beg for him to stop again, but I knew that wasn’t what I really needed.
Then he shifted his other arm, bending it across my waist to hold me firmly against the bed while his fingers flitted down between my thighs, spreading my sensitive folds wide open and exposing my clit. I whined, knowing what was coming and grappling with wanting and not wanting it at the same time.
Thankfully, I didn’t have a choice.
His hand spanked the whole of my pussy, most of it centering right on top of my clit, and every muscle in my body tensed. I cried out, unable to hold back my surging pleasure.
