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“I know you were. This isn’t a punishment.”
He spanked her pussy again.
Josslyn cried out, twisting her head away, eyes squeezed shut.
“Mouth open,” he reminded her quietly.
She unclenched her teeth, parting them.
He shoved two fingers into her mouth so sudden and deep that she gagged.
He spread his fingers, forcing her mouth open wider than was comfortable. And then he spanked her pussy again.
This time she didn’t scream. She didn’t cry out. She felt…good.
“That’s it.” Master Ben took his fingers from her mouth, wiping the spit on her nipples. “Josslyn, tell me, why am I spanking your pussy?”
“Because…because you can, Sir.”
“Exactly.” He slapped her tender vulva again. It sounded wet. “I bet you expected gentleness, or pleasure, didn’t you?”
“I…hoped, Sir.”
“A perfectly normal expectation. And that’s exactly why I’m not doing it. Your expectations don’t dictate the scene any more than you do.” Another slap. “That being said, remember that you always have choices. What color?”
“Green,” she breathed.
There was a long pause. “Green?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He palmed her pussy, pressing down hard enough that her tender flesh throbbed. She moaned, a low, guttural sound.
“Green,” she said when he released the pressure.
“Because it feels good?”
“Because no one’s ever treated me like this before.” The words were true but unplanned. “No Dom has ever used me, and then kept using me without me having to…” Beg. “…say something. I have no control, and I love it.”
Master Ben stood, and she watched beneath her lashes as he circled to kneel at her feet. He adjusted the light, then leaned in, examining her pussy. She grimaced in embarrassment but the emotion passed quickly, replaced by arousal at the idea of being examined.
Master Ben tugged on her pussy lips, pinching and pulling. “Tender?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good.” Next, he spread her sex open, leaning in to examine her. He dipped a finger into the wetness pooled at her entrance, then glided it up to her clit.
“When I touch your clit does it hurt because you’re sore, or is it pleasurable?”
“B-both, Sir.” This time, she stammered not from pain but from pleasure as he circled her clit.
“We won’t know if your clit is really tender until after you’ve had several orgasms.”
“That sounds like a very good idea, Sir. We should do that.”
His soft chuckle washed over her, and he circled her clit again. Her pussy throbbed, thanks to being on the wooden horse, and paired with the soft circling of her clit, the sensations rolled together into a warm, deep pleasure.
“Sir,” she breathed.
