She bit her bottom lip nervously. “Punishment? But you already spanked me, sir.”
“Surely you aren’t questioning me, Dearie?”
“No sir, oh no I’m not questioning you. I just wanted to understand…I’m new to this and I…” She was frustrated at herself for messing up again. Would she ever get this right? Dearie was so use to being her own boss and doing her own thing, that learning to be submissive was turning out to be a lot harder than she thought it would be.
“Fair enough, princess.” He pulled her against him and kissed her lips, running his fingers through her hair gently. “When you misbehave the first time, it’s ten swats with my hand. Do it again and we’ll be using the flogger. If you act out again, the riding crop should work quite nicely. The sting from it is memorable for sure. But the worst is the cane. That’s for when you’re really naughty. I’ll leave stripes on your ass so you won’t sit comfortably for a week, sweet Dearie.”
“Yes sir.” Previously, before Belle had gotten with her Master, the thought of a man spanking her would have scared her to death. But after seeing how happy Belle was, and how satisfied and confident she appeared now, Dearie was looking forward to her new friendship of sorts with Slate. Even if that meant he would be spanking her already tender bottom again.
Slate eased off the bed, standing before her, unbuttoning his white shirt to reveal his hard, muscled chest and his rock hard abs that were sexy enough to make her drool. Shrugging the shirt off his shoulders, he draped it over the back of the chair, sitting down and patting his lap.
She scooted off the bed. Standing on weak leg’s and following his lead, she laid across his lap with her bottom up in the air, her fingertips and her heels touching the floor. His right hand massaged her cheeks as his left hand rubbed its way up her back to fist her hair, drawing her head back enough that her back was bowed into an uncomfortable position. Not that she would complain. If she did that, she would end up feeling a flogger on their first encounter too.
“Now most Dom’s would have you count out each swat, saying ‘thank you’ or something similar. I prefer to hear your sweet little cries, sexy moans and things of that nature. But, whatever you do Dearie, don’t you dare try to cover your lush little ass from me. Do you understand me?”
Dearie started to nod her head, realizing the firm grip kept her from moving much at all. “I understand, sir.”
“Good girl.” A quick snap of his wrist right at the bottom of her left cheek had her yelping. It was the tenderest part of her derriere, right there where her thigh met her bottom. He simply chuckled and gave the right side a ringing slap, making her gasp yet again. A succession of two more hard smacks to both cheeks had tears filling her eyes, but she didn’t move to protect herself. His big, rough hand squeezed her bum, massaging each side. The pleasure and pain of it had her thighs parting further as he drew back again, swinging his arm down with a whoosh. Only this time when it connected with her skin, it wasn’t her bottom. This one was right on her wet, spread open cunt.
“Oh fuck me!” She cried out, her knee’s buckling, bringing her stomach to rest completely on his knees.
“I’ll fuck you soon princess, very soon. Right here where you need me the most.” Two thick fingers slipped into her velvety heat, curling against the bundle of nerves on her inner wall, slamming against it rough and fast. Dearie was moaning constantly now, completely at his mercy.
“Look at yourself, princess.” He turned her head towards the mirror so she could see her naked body laid across his lap, the sexy curve of her back and her bright red bottom up high in the air. His hand slamming against her sex as he finger fucked her senseless. She looked like a whore. A wild nymph with her hair hanging across her cheeks and her mouth curled in a pleasure sighing “O”.
“Oh God, I’m gonna come Slate…” she whimpered as her body tensed. She was right on the verge of losing herself in an orgasm when he pulled his fingers from her sopping wet slit and brought his hand down on her swollen pussy with a wet slap.
“The hell you are…” Three of his fingers wedged tightly into her sheath and she clutched at them greedily, working her inner muscles around them as she panted and moaned.
“Please sir may I come?” Her voice was an octave higher now, a fine sheen of sweat coating her soft curves.
He pulled his fingers from her cunt and slapped her ass again so hard she squealed, choking out a cry. “Have you received ten swats yet, princess? Do you think you deserve to orgasm yet?”
He palmed her bottom, rubbing her red cheeks roughly. But instead of it hurting her, she was moaning like a bitch in heat. He couldn’t help but smile. His princess was going to be a delight to put through the paces. It was their first time together and he’d already brought her to the pleasure point of pain pushing her harder towards orgasm.
Dearie was thinking, trying to count back the swats, realizing she was one short of her punishment of ten. “No sir. One swat to go.”
Slate grinned and pinched the tender-most part of her bottom, laughing when she squealed again. His hand in her hair kept her body bowed to the point she now had her hands gripping his thigh to try to balance herself. In the process of doing that, her breasts were swaying in such a sexy way he let out a rumbling growl coming from deep within, sounding like a caged animal about to attack.
“Are you ready for your last swat, princess? Brace yourself, baby…” He felt her stiffen and her nails dug into his thigh, making his dick throb against her stomach. With the sound of a whoosh, he brought his cupped palm down on her ass hard enough to leave a handprint that should last for days. The thought of her wearing his mark on her delicious body had his cock near bursting.
“Oh fucking hell!” Dearie cried out. This time tears slipped down her cheeks but she found herself quickly tossed flat on her back onto the bed and her thighs pushed apart. His tongue slipped into her tight sheath and his thumb circled her clit firmly with sure strokes that had her moaning and clutching the sheets.
He moved his mouth from her long enough to growl out, “Come for me, Dearie. Let go princess…” His fingers slammed back inside of her, mouth fastening on her hard nub of pleasure as his hand caressed her body, grasping her breast and squeezing it.
The command from him was all she needed to let go. Arching her back off the bed and screaming his name while her body thrashed beneath him in the throes of the most intense orgasm she had ever had in her life. Stars burst before her eyes and her vision blurred as she reached down to stroke her fingers through his hair, touching his cheek when his licks turned so gentle it nearly made her cry. Soft kisses were pressed to her inner thighs, and then he was drifting over her hips with tender bites. The velvetiness of his black hair tickling over her thighs and across her breasts when he leaned down to take her lips with his again. Her thighs wrapped his jean covered hips and tugged him against her as they got lost in heated kisses.
Soon though, he pulled back and stood up, shucking his jeans and boxers off with one swipe and climbing between her thighs, pushing them back and opening her up to his gaze lewdly. Dearie nearly covered her open, soaking wet sex from him, but she knew better. She had already learned that when they were together, shyness was not an option. Her tender bottom was proof of that. Not to mention the fact that his jutting manhood with its shiny, wet tip, had her cunt clenching with desire. He was gorgeous. She wanted nothing more than to have him fill her completely and be able to wrap her legs around his trim waist. Dearie didn’t have long to wait.
Slate lifted her hips, scooting a pillow beneath her. His dark chocolate eyes with their flecks of yellow, never left her face as he rubbed the tip of his cock up and down her slick slit. Her fisted hands grasped at the sheets when he thrust his hips forward, burying his hard as steel cock to the hilt with a roar. Leaning over her, he wrapped her thighs around his waist and crushed her mouth with his, hips pumping against her in slow, languid rolls. His large hands dwarfed hers as he entwined their fingers and pressed them into the matt
ress on either side of her head, as his lips feasted on her breasts.
She felt consumed by flames of desire licking up her body, as his hot, sweaty skin sliding against her created the sweetest friction and was driving her wild. Her hips pumped against his, meeting his rough thrusts until he pulled his mouth from her breast and flipped her on her stomach, shoving her face into the mattress. Red bottomed, dripping wet and whimpering into the sheets, Dearie saw them in the mirror and purred. His large, muscular form covered her. She no longer looked fat or plain. In fact, together they looked like the epitome of lust.
Slate pulled back, easing his cock out of her and bringing both hands down on her swollen bottom, smacking it hard and growling out, “Fuck me, princess. Show me what a needy little slut you are and ride my cock.” She looked back at him, biting her bottom lip as she rocked back slowly, moaning as he filled her tight slit. “That’s it baby, take what you need from me. Fuck that pretty cunt back on me. Yeah…just like that,” he said in a husky voice, filled with need.
She pushed back, again and again, riding him while he talked dirty to her, slapping her tender ass until she was crying out, and begging him to let her climax. “Please sir, may I come?” she asked, gasping while she clenched his prick in her velvet sleeve of lust. His answer was to slip his arm around her waist and slip his fingers over her clit, rubbing it hard and fast.
“Since you’ve been such a good girl…” he said, as he took over the thrusting and ramming her hard and fast. The palm of his hands slamming down on her, intending on sending her over the edge with both pleasure and pain.
Fists clenched into the sheets as she cried out, her entire body was one tense bundle of nerve endings erupting as she lost control and came for him, on him, her lust dripping onto the sheets below their joined hips. She clenched so tight around his cock, with her slick walls rippling around him, that he roared when he joined her, bursting inside of her with hot jets of desire. He rested against her back as she eased down flat on the bed, his hands smoothing down her arms to entwine his fingers with hers while they tried to catch their breath.
“You…mine…fuck,” he said between gasps, nuzzling his lips across the back of her neck, biting down softly when he reached the soft spot where her shoulder met the slope of her neck.
“I’m yours?” She pushed her bottom back against him, trying to keep them joined for as long as possible because it just felt so damn good she didn’t want it to end. His simple statement had her toes curling and a luxurious smile spreading over her face.
“God I hope so. If another man even looked at you now, I might come unglued. I’m keeping you, princess. I doubt I even give you the option to not belong to me.” Slate laughed and kissed her throat, massaging her bottom gently.
“Well, we’ve only known each other one day, Slate. We might need to get to know each other better…” She didn’t want to get her hopes up, but damned if it didn’t feel amazing that he wanted her as his own.
“Does that mean you wouldn’t mind if I was with another woman, Dearie? Would you be okay with me dominating another submissive girl, while we thought about whether we wanted to explore more with each other?”
Dearie turned over quickly, looking him in the eye as a shot of jealousy had her glaring at him. “How could you even think about another woman after we just…”
His huge, knowing grin made her stop in mid-sentence. “Ah so you would have a problem with it. I thought so. I know I would have a problem with it. Any other woman would pale in comparison to you, my fiery, Dearie.”
Laughing, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. “You sir, are a wicked tease. Shame on you for getting me riled up like that. Maybe next time you should be the one getting the spanking.”
“Just try it little girl, and suffer the consequences.” His voice was thick with desire.
Just the look he gave her made that now familiar ache start again in the pit of her stomach. “We shall see sir, we shall see.”
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