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This time, I’m a little more prepared. I jerk forward, but I don’t yelp. I’ve never felt the warm, tingling sensation of pain twisting into pleasure before now. And yet, between his large hand landing hot blows before massaging the sting into a quickly-spreading warmth and the way his thick head keeps rubbing over my clit to my ass…
I’m not just wet; I’m fuckingdripping.
I bite down on my lower lip, bracing myself for more. I can’t believe I even want more, but here I am—and truth be told, I can’t believe I’m in this position at all. Quivering nerves and aching pussy all screaming for Mr. Oryolov to do whatever deliciously naughty things he wants—including spanking me until I come on command.
“Have you learned your lesson now, my littlekiska?”
“Yes,” I gasp.
“Hm. I’m not so sure.”
I’m literally writhing against the sofa. The frame digs into my stomach as I struggle to maintain balance on my toes instead of collapsing onto the floor like I want to.
Thwack!
I suck in a breath and let out a low moan.
“Does it hurt?”
“Yes,”I whimper.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No!”
I hear his dark chuckle again and I can feel my arousal dripping down my inner thighs. My toes curl as they try to grip the shag carpet beneath my feet and my fingers work to clutch the smooth suede of the couch cushion.
THWACK!
I gasp, but the pain lasts maybe two seconds before it’s drowned in a flood of endorphins. For a moment, I have no idea what I’m feeling. All my body and mind register is the warm sting of pain swirling with the cooling ooze of pleasure.
Oh, God—he really is gonna break me.
My eyes fly open when I suddenly feel his tongue slide up and down my slit. My knees quiver with the anticipation building between my thighs. I’ve never been eaten out from this position before. It’s primal. It’s dirty.
It’s alsoexactlywhat I need.
The moment his lips wrap around my clit and suck, my belly clenches and aches with tension. I’m so fucking close… and when his tongue flicks between the tugging of his lips, I feel myself start to tumble over that sweet, sweet edge.
“Fuck! Yes!”
“No.”
I freeze. “W-what?” I don’t even have the strength to crane my neck to the side so I can see his expression.
“Did I say you could come?”
He slaps my ass again but this time, it’s not painful; it’s simply a reminder. His tongue returns to my clit with slower, smoother strokes and I moan low, holding in breaths because I’m worried I’m going to lose control and orgasm all over his face.
Oh, wouldn’t that be a beautiful sight?
“You like that, baby?”
“Yesss,” I hiss. “Please… more…”
“Greedy little kitten.”
As his tongue swirls around my clit, I squeeze my eyes shut and try to focus on anything else to keep from coming. Death. Taxes. The way balding old rich guys insist on maintaining that weird ring of hair around their otherwise shiny scalps.
