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The way she moans drives me wild. They’re breathy, like a series of little gasps. The sounds get faster as I drive her to orgasm. Her lower belly quivers, her thighs go tight. When she comes, she’s so fucking wet it leaves a stain spreading across the sheets every time.
I’m not a sadist without pleasure. And how easily she comes for me is the best high I’ve ever felt. Her pleasure is like syrup and it flows without stopping some nights. I’ve never had much of a sweet tooth, but I find myself savoring her every night before I sleep.
The pain balances it out. Like salt in caramel.
***
Last night, I spanked her across the palm and fucked her with my hand until she came all over the hearth. Right below the bull skull with the heat of the fire on her back. Not for punishment, but for training. I have to be able to find her limits before I administer real punishment.
She’s a good girl. I send her to the dresser for the leather case of implements and she goes obediently and brings it to me.
“On your knees,” I tell her. “Palm up and out to the side.”
She obeys, sinking down before the fireplace. The bull skull watches over her, eyes empty. The fireplace glitters against hernaked back and her beautiful, full ass. She shifts onto her heels and curled toes.
Her head sinks back and she looks up at me, hesitantly
Eyes so big I’m lost in them.
“May I look up, sir? Or should I look at the ground?” she whispers.
“I want you to watch your palm,” I tell her.
I retrieve the ruler and she tenses, but instead of using it on her hand, I kneel before her. “Open that dirty little mouth.”
Her full lips part, flashing her pink tongue at me. I slide the ruler between her teeth. Tentatively she bites down. It pushes the corners of her mouth back and I find myself wondering how pretty she’d look with my cock in her throat.
Tears running down her cheeks. Spit dripping from her chin. Trying so hard to be a good girl and take as much as she can.
My cock thickens against my zipper. I take the switch out and she holds perfectly still, but I see a quiver run down her naked stomach.
It strikes her palm, just hard enough she tastes the bite. She gasps around the ruler and her poor palm flushes. I apply it four times to her hand and she doesn’t move her arm an inch. When I’m done, I kneel and kiss her palm as I slide my fingers into her soaked pussy.
She moans around the ruler as she comes. When I’ve soothed her and put her to bed, I go back to the fireplace and kneel to run my fingertips over the little spatter she left where she knelt.
Traces of her.
***
I used to be a stickler for privacy. I fucked, but never brought anyone home to my room. Now I take pride in the way she’s made her mark on my private spaces. Her clothes are in my closet, my pillow smells like her hair. Her makeup and bottlesare lined up on my sink. The last time I showered, I found one of her red hairs wrapped around my dick.
“Sir.”
I jerk my head, tearing myself from the memory. She’s leaning in so close I feel her breath on my lips. Her lashes are lowered, dark feathers against freckled skin.
“What is it, redbird?” I say, my voice hoarse.
“Where are you going, looking like that?” she asks.
There’s something in her voice I’ve never heard before. It sounds a bit like a pout. Is she resentful I’m going into the city and not taking her?
“I have business meetings,” I say. “Sovereign Mountain has a lot of moving parts and I own other operations.”
She tilts her chin up and stares into my eyes. Inches away like she’s trying to imprint my image into her brain.
“Are you sure?” she whispers. “Sir.”
I stand and she shifts to the edge of the bed, sitting back on her heels.
