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Every one of those words is accompanied by another hot lick of the leather lash, and every one of those lashes makes me sink deeper into this welling pool of sensation. I’ve stopped thinking. Stopped worrying. I’ve stopped being sad, or guilty. Even contrition is a long way away from where I am now.
I usually want him to stop spanking me. But now all I want is for this to go on forever. I want to stay in this place where nothing matters besides the regular falling of the lash that no longer bites or stings but simply warms.
My eyes are starting to feel heavy. It’s hard to keep them open. Everything is just so warm and so fuzzy. I’m starting to float down into a space…
“I am going to fuck you, pet,” he growls through the haze. “I am going to teach you a lesson with my cock.”
“Mmm… yes, please.”
He lets out a chuckle. “This is not supposed to be something you want.”
“I’ll always want sex with you.”
“Sweet thing,” he rumbles, rubbing his palm over my hot ass.
The collar makes my clit thrum, and with the heat in my cheeks, desire is not far away. I am already wet. I am already wanting. I need him inside me and I do not see how sex with him could ever be anything other than an absolutely delicious reward. I am already absolutely charged with arousal, and so very quickly I get so close to coming, I can almost…
“No!”
I wail as the sensation abates. There is no more stimulation. There is nothing. The orgasm is stunted and ruined. My whimper of complaint only seems to satisfy him, however. This is what he had planned all along.
“Bad girls who hide their entire pasts from their alien masters don’t get to come,” Kahn says. “Bad girls get kept on the edge until I see fit, their naughty pussies punished.”
He spanks my lips with a swift little smack that makes them sting, emphasizing his point and his power. There’s nothing I can do now. I am at his mercy. If I want an orgasm, I have to submit to his discipline.
Again he spanks me, and again, making my pussy sore and sorry but also very wet and from the feel of it, quite swollen. Kahn can be a twisted master when he wants to be. This is a perverse way to be punished. It makes me sore and it turns me the fuck on. Every slap not only hurts, but drives me back toward that orgasm he wouldn’t let me have.
This time, I try to be smart about it. I try to hide how close I am coming to climax. I bite my lower lip and I tense all the muscles in my belly, and I get so fucking close…
“NO!” I wail as once again he removes all stimulation from my greedy pussy.
“Yes,” he chuckles, enjoying my writhing desperation. He sits me up and clamps my hips in place, making me stay still and denying me the chance to wriggle my way somehow free of this overstimulation that has no outlet.
He does this again and again, spanking me, pleasuring me, sometimes letting the collar make my clit sing with need while spanking my pussy at the very same time. Each and every time I get close to orgasm, he stops. I don’t know how he knows, but he always knows.
“This is so cruel,” I whimper as my dripping pussy coats his scaled fingers with my need.
“It’s not cruel. It’s what you need. You need to learn that you are mine, and I want to know every part of you. Every secret. Every impulse. Every fear. Every pleasure.”
He spanks my pussy, emphasizing every one of those phrases with a stinging slap.
“You will not hide from me, Stella. Not ever. No more secrets, pet. Your sorrows are my sorrows, your burdens are my burdens. You are mine, in every sense of that word.”
Those deeply romantic words are thrashed into my sex. He holds me back against his body, one massive, scaled arm around my waist, my legs spread wide, and his cock pressing against my ass through the barrier of his clothing.
He said he was going to fuck me. I really wish he would fuck me. But he is not done teaching me a lesson yet. Another orgasm rises in me and is denied. He holds my legs open, keeping me exposed, making me feel the depths of my personal depravity and desire. I’ll never be able to deny that I want him after this. Not even in the crevices of my mind. He has taken all of me and shown me how I have given myself to him.
“Please,” I beg. “Please fuck me, Kahn. I’ll be good. I’ll tell you everything. I’ll never lie. I’ll never disobey. I’ll be your good little pet forever. I promise!”
There is an answering growl behind me and a slight rustling as my alien master makes the necessary adjustments needed to lift me up and plunge me down on the erect rod of his cock, sheathing my aching cunt on his flesh. I explode with the force of all the orgasms he previously denied me, my mind going blank with the overload of sensation. I come so hard as he fucks me, lifting me up and down, working me on his cock, taking his pleasure from mine. He has to hold me in place, because I am no longer capable of holding myself up. My energy has been drained with the force of climax, and I am like a rag doll, his personal fuck toy, a hot, soaked hole for him to spill his seed deep inside…
“Have you learned your lesson?”
By the time I am aware of that question, I am post-verbal, snuggling up in his arms and entirely unable to do anything else.
Kahn
She is the hottest, most perfect, precious little thing in all the universe, and though I appear to have temporarily fucked the sass, not to mention the brains out of her, I know she will soon recover.
