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But Christian’s left hand returned to the small of my back, pressing down hard. I cried out in alarm, having no idea where his right hand would come down when I saw him raise it, in the reflection. I did press my knees together, then, but he clearly didn’t mean to start the horrible final part of my punishment until I had followed his even more horrible instructions. His hand came down, hard and fast, on my bottom-cheeks: right, left, right, left, right, left.
I screamed at the sudden, sharp renewal of pain. I tried to cover my bottom.
“Take those hands away, Leah,” Christian snapped. “Or use them to spread yourself for your pussy spanking.”
An enormous, wrenching sob burst from my chest. Terror seemed to fill my upper body, coming in behind that sob. Out of sheer instinct, I opened my knees again and I moved my hands down. With no idea why I had obeyed, I tugged my upper thighs apart, and I let out a whimper at the feeling of the air moving over my sensitive inner lips, and even over the hidden opening of my virginal vagina.
“Good girl,” Christian said as I watched his right hand ascend again, in the reflection. “Sweet little rebel with a sweet little pussy. We’ll get this over with quickly.”
CHAPTER19
Christian
Leah presented the most enchantingly sexy sight I had ever laid eyes on. My cock had gone rock hard against my thigh the moment I started to spank her, and her adorable attempt to cover up her scarlet ass-cheeks with her little hands had made its rigidity almost painful.
The best part didn’t even come from the prospect of taking her virginity, when the time arrived, and of burying my aching manhood inside her body until we both found the release of our mutual raging need. The best part came from knowing, with more certainty than I’d ever felt before with a submissive, sexy-but-innocent young woman, that something more had begun to take shape here in her apartment.
Fulfilling my darkest, most dominant desires in training Leah for my sexual use would serve to help her find and enjoy all the pleasure her body could give her. Of course it would: her conflicted but terribly urgent bodily responses to my mastering touch told me that beyond any doubt.
To discipline her with the intensity I was about to demonstrate—and with more intensity still, later on, because I felt absolutely certain Leah would show her need for sterner measures as well—wouldn’t just result in cataclysmic pleasure for both of us. I would also help Leah find her way forward into a fulfilled life.
The way she moaned at the wordrebeltold me more than I had ever imagined such an inarticulate sound could impart in the way of meaning. Long and drawn out, accompanied with a tremor in her hips and a little pushing out of her backside, as if to show me despite herself what a good girl she could be.
Between her trim thighs, over the lacy white thong that now stretched across them to serve as a sort of light bondage for my rebel, I gazed down at her adorable pussy. The pale outer lips, rendered so thrillingly bare and smooth by the expert Selecta aesthetician, had parted a little with the tugging of Leah’s fingers on her thighs. I had a gratifying sight of the rosier inner pout of my bed girl’s pussy, and of the sweet, glistening hole where my iron bar of a cock would very soon go.
Above the entrance to that velvet sheath lay the wrinkled button of her smallest opening, where I had verified—from her intense reaction to the simple pressure of my thumb—that Leah did indeed require a good deal of training. I would give her that training when she was ready, and her bottom would receive its own first fucking very soon, whether or not her first anal occurred as part of her pussy discipline.
I held my hand raised not to shoulder height, as I had when spanking her naughty butt just a moment before, but to a point just above my waist. I wanted Leah to feel this first pussy punishment sharply, but not truly painfully. Above all, I wanted to introduce her to this intense form of discipline in a manner that got her ready for her first fucking—so ready that she would beg to have my cock rip through her virgin barrier despite the pain of the defloration.
I turned my eyes to the picture window, to meet Leah’s gaze as she too watched our reflection. Her lovely face wore such an expression of almost-theatrical woe that I had another vertiginous moment of feeling like I could see into her mind. The crease in her forehead and the chewing of her lower lip, I knew somehow, were meant as much for herself as for me: she had framed this special, wonderful, degrading moment as a new chapter in her story, and she had adopted the role of the poor punished girl, given a terribly intimate punishment despite all her attempts at rebellion and all her pleas for mercy.
I returned my attention to her pussy, so that I could make sure my spanks landed precisely where I intended them. Just as I started to bring my hand down, I saw a shining bead of her arousal form at the entrance to her virgin sheath. I knew my hand would come away wet, and I knew my rebel’s pussy would be very, very ready for my cock when the time came.
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Leah
It made a sharp sound. Not as loud as my ass had made, but just as clear. The noise seemed to lead the pain by even a little more than Christian’s spanks on my bottom had. I realized even as my body reacted to the agony in a place made for pleasure, though, that time had slowed down for me. The impression of lag probably came from the mental detachment that seemed to get stronger and stronger each time he sent me floating off into outer space.
My screams of pain as my would-be keeper spanked my pussy over and over, my writhing under his hand, my clutching at my backside, my bucking hips… all of it unfolded in what felt like slow motion. It took a long time for me to process the most awful part: how the sound of those slaps in my most sensitive place became a little muffled and… wet.
Oh, no,said the floating voice in the part of outer space that had somehow found its way into my head.No… no…
But no doubt could exist. My need had gotten my new master’s hand wet as he spanked my pussy.
How could I keep calling him mywould-besponsor and mywould-bekeeper, in my head? I hoped fervently with some remaining shred of dignity that I had managed to guard in the back of my consciousness, that I would never reveal the fact to Christian… but my mind had just up and called himmy new master.
What could this darkly revelatory punishment represent, if not a billionaire mastering his just-purchased virgin fuck toy? Binding her to his will, making her obedient? Preparing her for his cock?
I had no idea how many spanks Christian had given me, but my screams had subsided into ambiguous little sobs when he suddenly brought his hand down on my pussy and kept it there, instead of raising it again.
My fingers clutched convulsively at the backs of my thighs.
“It’s time, Rebel,” Christian said.
The words seemed to come from a million miles away, and at first they made no sense. Christian waited. His fingers moved between my thighs, on the place he had punished so thoroughly, squeezing very gently so that I whimpered softly. Somewhere a purely instinctual part of me, a kind of thought process that came straight from my body, understood that whimper as a plea I couldn’t imagine ever speaking aloud.
It’s time. Rebel.
