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“Clasp your hands out in front of you and keep them there. You can grab the sheets if you need to, but don’t try to push me away. Understand?”
“Yes,” my voice is so small I’m surprised he can even hear it.
“Good.”
Cosimo grabs the waistband of my sleep shorts and pulls them down slowly, over the curve of my ass and all the way to my knees. I have to lift my hips to assist and I can feel my butt jiggling as I do so, which makes it feel even more humiliating and exposed. The air in the bedroom is cold on my newly-exposed skin, and my heart is fluttering in my chest like a little bird trapped there. The waiting is the worst thing I can even imagine…
But then Cosimo’s hand lands on my left cheek with a stinging slap. I yelp, hands fisting in the blankets to stop myself from fleeing already. It stings so bad, but after the slap he caresses the abused skin in soothing circles until the pain melts into a surprisingly strong… pleasure? Surely that didn’t feel good?
“You have the most beautiful ass I’ve ever seen,” Cosimo tells me, his voice strangled. “It’s even prettier nice and rosy.”
I whimper in response, and that noise causes his cock to jerk beneath me.
The next spank comes on the opposite cheek, just as quick and stinging, and once again followed by gentle rubbing. Except, his hand drifts lower this time, closer to the lips of my pussy which I’m sure are peeking out just enough for him to notice. I don’t have time to consider what he’s doing before he strikes me once more, this time the spank itself closer to my core, and when the pain fades to pleasure, I feel a rush of heat between my thighs. I’m getting wet, on this man’s lap, who I’ve just met barely a day ago!
His next strike lands right in the middle of my ass, lower still, and it reverberates between my legs to the point my yelp morphs into a moan. Oh, it feels so good, even when it hurts a little.
“Only one more,” he rasps, sounding mournful. ‘Unless you want to make another deal, that is…”
My asscheeks are burning, but in a shameful way, I love it, and a part of me I didn’t even know existed wants to know how far his soothing touch will drift towards my swollen pussy which each spank. Maybe just a few more slaps…
“W-what deal?”
“Two extra spankings,” he says, both hands massaging my cheeks firmly, “And I’ll taste you again. What do you think?”
Two more spanks for another kiss? I can’t believe it sounds like a good deal, but truthfully, I want both of those things. I nod quickly, curls bouncing, and Cosimo wastes no time. Smack! Smack! He strikes each cheek in quick succession before stroking my skin, which must be bright red at this point, but this time his strokes reach my wet, achy pussy with just the lightest touch before retreating. I’m squirming so much that he has to hold me down to administer the last slap, this time right where my ass meets my nether lips, and the ecstasy of it is almost too much for me to endure.
“Cosimo,” I pant. “That feels… it feels…”
His cock is like a firebrand against my mound, and I can’t decide what I want more; to grind against it, or for his hands to touch me again. I’m horny, frustrated, and shameless.
“Such a good girl. I bet it feels good, doesn’t it? Are you ready for me to taste you again?”
“Yes, please,” I try to sit up in his lap, but his hands are on my hips to stop me. Cosimo slides me off his lap until my bare bottom is sitting on the bed, and to my shock, he moves into a kneeling position on the floor in front of me.
The cool sheets are a balm on my sore asscheeks, but that’s the least of my worries now. I snap my legs shut instinctively so he doesn’t have a perfect view of my most private parts up close and personal, but his hands land on my knees right after I do so.
“I thought you wanted me to taste you?” he asks, exerting a gentle pressure to try to open my legs once more.
“A kiss. I thought you meant a kiss!” I babble, and he smiles wolfishly.
“I am going to kiss you, sweet Clara, just in a different place this time. After all that spanking, your body was speaking to me, telling me that you need a release, so let me taste your pussy and give it to you.”
“I–I–,” I try to protest, but my body, almost shaking with how turned on I am, betrays me, and by slow degrees I let Cosimo spread my legs completely open. He spreads me so wide that I feel my pussy lips part, and Cosimo curses in Italian , his grip on my knees tightening.
Just like he gave me no warning about the kiss, he gives me no warning when he ducks his head and places an open-mouthed kiss between my legs. It’s such an incredible sensation, so unlike any of my own clumsy touches I’ve given myself in the dark of the night, that Cosimo is rewarded with a fresh rush of wetness. He slides his hands under my legs, hitching them over his shoulders before lowering his mouth back to me, this time to slide his tongue up the entire length of my slit before his lips suck at my clit, the pleasure sharp and insistent.
I can’t take my eyes off him where he’s tasting every inch of me, his mouth shiny and wet with my juices. With alternating licks and sucks, the wet sounds of them driving me insane, Cosimo drives me higher and higher towards a peak that I didn’t even know existed. My arms quiver with the strain of holding my body up, but I refuse to miss a second of watching him eat my pussy.
As my orgasm looms, my hips start to grind against his face of their own accord, and my helpless whimpers become full-fledged moans. It’s an intense pressure building and building and building, and just as I start to worry that I can’t take anymore, he sucks unrelentingly on that bundle of nerves once more, swirling his tongue at the same time, and I break apart.
My orgasm hits me like a bolt of lightning, my whole body tensing as it rolls over me. Cosimo has to grip me hard so I don’t thrash away from him, continuing to lick at me until I am finally able to relax my muscles as the mind-blowing sensations ease.
I’m a boneless heap as he scoops me up into his arms, kissing me gently. Cosimo has me drape the sheet over my half-naked self, and I tuck my face against his neck as he carries me out of the bedroom and down that long hallway again.
“I didn’t mean that to go so far,” he murmurs into my hair as he carries me into what I can only assume is the room he had his housekeeper prepare for me. “But I don’t regret it. Now, get some rest, and we’ll talk in the morning.”
Teetering on the verge of sleep, I almost ask him to stay with me, but I’m afraid to pop the bubble of delicious hazy happiness I’m in by giving him the chance to reject me. So I let Cosimo tuck me into a queen sized bed beneath sheets the color of sage, and the last thing I see before sleep take me is the curious softness of his expression as he kisses me goodnight.
