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“Two,” I blurt, feeling my heat return. The low ache of need, right there between my thighs.
The third time, his hand strays lower, fingers skimming over my pussy.
I gasp, leaning back into his hand. But then the touch is gone.
The fourth blow hits my other ass cheek, the sound echoing in the empty apartment. I’m so wet, he can probably see it by now.
Smell it on me.
But I don’t care.
“I like you like this,” he muses, circling me again. “On your knees, so obedient. My handprints all over your sweet ass.”
I moan in answer, shaking. I don’t know how long I can stay this way, but I do know one thing:
I’m not moving until he tells me to.
Caleb strokes my back again, fingertips roaming down between my thighs. I moan again, pressing eagerly against his hand as his strokes over my clit, and then slowly thrusts two fingers inside me.
I hear a chuckle. “So wet,” he says approvingly. “It looks like you enjoy my punishment.”
God yes.
He flexes his fingers deeper, and I grip the table, pressing back against him, trying to take them as deep as I can. “God yes, like that,” Caleb instructs me, his voice thick. “Fuck yourself on my fingers. Get yourself off.”
I do as he says.
I know it’s shameful, to be displayed like this. Naked on my hands and knees, mindlessly grinding back against this man’s fingers, chasing any release I can find, but I’m too far gone to care. Over and over, I thrust back on him, as Caleb pumps deeper inside me with one hand, the other still stroking over my shoulders... My back… My ass. Over me, and…
In between.
I freeze as he skims down, down the crevice between my cheeks. I hear his chuckle. “An innocent, are we?”
I feel a nudge, a brush of foreign touch circling me, there.
I gasp, clenching in surprise around his fingers.
Caleb flexes, and fuck, he rubs something on my inner wall, something that makes me see stars.
“That’s right, sweetheart,” Caleb says, sounding amused. “You don’t even know what your body is capable of, not yet. But I’m going to show you. I’m going to show you a pleasure you never dreamed was possible.”
He rubs again, a dizzying rhythm, and I feel the heat rise, faster. Quicksilver in my veins.
“Oh God,” I cry, panting. Chasing the pleasure. Thrusting back against his hands. “Caleb… Caleb please!”
“You’re forgetting something, my sweet,” he says, pausing. I want to sob. No, he can’t stop!
“I haven’t finished punishing you yet.”
His spanking takes me by surprise: Hard and sharp, pain bursting through the pleasure. I cry out, tears welling in the corner of my eyes. But his fingers are still inside me, milking that special spot, as he alternates a punishing slap with a deep, full thrust of his fingers.
“Five. Six. Seven.”
I’m howling, but with pleasure or pain, I can’t even tell any more. I just need this. More. More.
“Eight. Nine.”
I feel the pleasure cresting. Fuck. Fuck. Right there.
