“Legs up,” he ordered, taking both of her ankles in his hands. “Straight up. I told you not to move. Ten.”
Then he slapped her ass, hard, with a crack that echoed through the room like a gunshot. She jumped and cried out at the sudden sting of pain. “Ow. No!”
“Complain, and it’s twenty. I’m serious about disciplining you during this, so I suggest you obey. You can call red, but then we stop everything, yes? Try again later, sure, but it means you don’t get to come right now.”
She sucked in a breath. Would he really stop everything? Really? Not with his cock already so rock hard, he wouldn’t! Totally lying! But his face was stern. “I’m sorry.” The threat had her surging with new passion. Who knew being sexy-threatened could be so crazy hot?
“Good.” He spanked again and again, covering her ass and thighs with sharp fast spanks. She was wiggling by the time he was done.
“I won’t move again, I swear,” she begged.
“See that you don’t,” he said. He paused, looking at her with eyes burning, then kissed her lips. “God, you’re hot,” he said, and then, “Stay still.”
And then he was back between her legs and his mouth was on her pussy and all she could do was cry out as he licked up and swirled his tongue around, forcing herself to stay molded to the bed, lest she earn another set of spanks. And before long the surge was back, more powerful than before, the biggest crest she could imagine, and she rode it as long as she could, the feeling making her fly and gasp and burn, until she begged, “Please,” in a strangled voice. And this time he just said, “Come,” and she did, contorting, screaming, pushing into his mouth to get more, into the most phenomenal orgasm of her life.
Chapter Ten
She was sweaty and panting, and he swung himself onto the bed and lay beside her, holding her as she came back down to earth. His arms were strong and his breathing even, and she felt so good, so protected in his arms. When she could talk again, she pushed up on one arm to look at his face. “Axel?” She felt unaccountably shy. “That was so, so good. God. Amazing.”
His smile made her dizzy, and he bent over and kissed her. “Good. I’m glad. Relax and enjoy it for a while.”
“Okay,” she murmured, letting her eyelids flicker closed and merging into his warmth. “God, that was so good!” She squeezed her thighs together again. Little pings and residual sensations still buzzed in her abdomen and her clit, not an orgasm, not an impending orgasm, but a very good feeling. Her body was alive, the nerve endings singing, blood surging, everything vital and full of energy and passion.
“Still feels nice?” He spoke into her neck.
“Mmmm. My whole body feels good.”
He tightened his grip and stroked her arm.
She moved so her cheek rested on his chest, and felt his heart beat under the strong muscles. “I didn’t know being spanked could be so… erotic. I’ve never come like that before, not so good.”
“I’m glad I got to show you,” he murmured, stroking her hair. “Ass hurt?”
“Yeah. But it’s not that bad. It’s okay. I kind of…” she felt her face get hot, “like the way it stings right now. It feels really sexy.”
“Do you want more?”
“I don’t know. Maybe, depending on what you want to do.” She made her voice lower and seductive. “I sort of liked your belt, even though I hated it. Maybe not as hard this time, though. You’d have to go really easy with it.” She touched her ass. “It’s my first time, after all.”
He laughed. “That’s how it usually goes. Love/hate relationship with the belt.”
She ran a hand down his body and stopped over his cock, touching through the jeans. “I assume we’re not done yet.”
“Oh, we’re far from done,” he said. “You ready to go again?” He gave her a quizzical look. “You want water before round two? I’m going to work you hard.” He was smiling, but he seemed serious, and she sucked in her breath. “Make sure you’re ready.”
“I’m ready.” And she was. She felt energetic, full of vitality. She wanted more, right this second.
He handed her a water bottle from the nightstand and added, “Besides, you’re going to use that saucy mouth pretty good, so get it ready for me, babe.”
“Yes, Sir,” she replied with a salute.
He smiled, a dangerous grin. “Careful. I’m ready to spank again if you don’t listen appropriately. No rubbing, either.”
“I’ll listen!” She twisted away, giggling. “I’m listening.”
“Here are the rules, Cleo. Get on your knees while you listen. I want you submissive for this.”
“Yes, Sir.” She got to her knees on the carpet, irritated at the command and also turned on.
“When I say, ‘Cleo, I want a good hard blowjob,’ you’re going to get on your knees immediately, wherever you are, whatever you’re doing. I don’t care what it is. You’re making lunch, we’re rehearsing, you’re sleeping and I wake you—you’re going to say Yes, Sir, and get right on your knees. Got it?”
“Yes, Sir.” This was horrible, so why was she all turned on?
“I may have you strip first; I may not. If I want you to strip first, I’ll have you get up and do it, then get back on your knees. Once you’re down for good, you’ll put your hands behind your back and allow me to bind them together. Do it now.”
She reached back and he fastened her hands with soft cuffs, crouching down behind her.
“That feel okay?” he asked, inserting a finger between the leather and her wrist. “Not too tight?” He ran his fingers lightly over her shoulders. “Wiggle for me.”
She shimmied. “Like that?”
He laughed and traced a path from her wrist up to her neck, and she shuddered at the soft, tickling torture. “Eee!”
“You good?” he asked, repeating on the other side.
She twisted to get away from the featherlike touch. “Yes! Ahaha!”
“You tell me if you are suddenly not, okay?”
She nodded, and he walked around her body and crouched down to look into her eyes. “I like seeing you bound like this. It makes your tits stick out for me.” He pinched them both, not too hard, and she sucked in a breath. He kept pressure on her soft skin while he spoke. “You’re not going to complain or argue. Your only answer will be yes, Sir. If you resist, I will use my belt on your ass, either right now or later. But believe me, I will do it, just like I held your legs up just now to punish you for disobedience. It will happen, and it will hurt. Got it?”
She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
He squeezed her nipples hard enough to make her yelp, then licked each one in turn until she felt like her eyes must be glazed with desire.
He stood and continued, “In fact, maybe I’ll have you take off the belt yourself and have it ready, just in case. And you’ll tell me, ‘Here’s the belt in case you need to whip me during the blowjob, Sir.’”
She nodded. Her pussy was practically weeping by now. God!
He walked around her and she couldn’t see him, and she wished she could. But his voice! That sexy, stern voice! “Then I’ll approach you and you’ll take my cock into your mouth. I’ll use your hair and head to guide you as I fuck your mouth as deep and hard as I want. When I come, you’ll swallow it all. If you miss a drop or gag, you get the belt. I want the belt to be your motivation to learn and improve. After a few belt spankings, I’m sure you’ll be very inclined to give me the perfect blowjob every time.”
He walked back around and stood in front of her, arms crossed. “Look at my eyes. Good. When I’m done, I’ll clean up and dress, and you’ll stay there on your knees, bound, silent, until I come back. Then you will thank me for the gift of my cock, for being allowed to suck it. I’ll untie you and help you stand, and then decide if you need any punishment with the belt for your performance.
“We’ll discuss it seriously, and you’ll agree if you missed the mark. If I have to whip you, we’ll do it in the bedroom, here. You’ll spread your legs as wid
e as they go and lean over the bed, showing me your naked ass as a target. And I’ll deliver some good hard blows that make you cry and jump and dance, until you’ve been properly chastised. Hmm?”
He knelt beside her and ran a hand down her body, stroking her skin, cupping her ass cheek, and she pushed into him, moaning. He pinched one nipple lightly and she sucked in her breath as he tweaked it, then worked the other. When he slid his hand between her ass cleft and fingered her gently, touching her, she whimpered.
“So wet,” he said.
She panted as if she’d run a race. She wanted him to fuck her right now. His words were driving her mad.
He leaned in and spoke softly into her ear, his mouth and words tickling her skin in the most tantalizing way. “You won’t get to come until later, probably. Although I might take pity on you and give you a nice finger-fucking orgasm if you’ve been especially good. Don’t count on it every time, though. Blowjobs for me don’t mean an automatic orgasm for you. That’s not fair, and it’s deliberately not fair. You’re going to work hard at your blowjobs to earn a great orgasm, and I’ll give them out when they’re deserved. Got it? You complain about not getting an O, you get more belt.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered. She thought she might pass out with desire. His whole speech had turned her into a quivering mass of need. She never would have thought such rough language could get her so aroused. But it wasn’t just the words; it was the look in his eye, hungry. It was the caresses, soft and measured. The squeezes. The way he was constantly watching her, touching her, testing her. The words, she could tell, were not there just to tell her what he wanted; they were a tool to turn her on. He wanted her turned on. He would be doing, saying none of this if she wasn’t responding with her gasps and wetness and pleas. And that made it not only acceptable, but desirable.
He stood and stripped, then approached her, his cock jutting out. “Good girl. Take me into your mouth and suck. Let’s see how good you are.”
It was so demeaning, so humiliating, and so hot. She leaned forward, awkward without the use of her arms, and got his cock into her mouth. He was already large and thick, and a drop of pre-cum leaked from the tip. She licked it off; salty, his taste.
“Get used to the taste,” he warned her. “You’re going to be getting a lot of it in a few minutes.”
She shuddered with anticipation and went to work, licking up and down his cock, bobbing her head forward and back, and he got even harder and longer in her mouth. Soon he was fisting her hair with both hands, grabbing her head as he pumped into her mouth, deeply into her throat. She gagged once and he waited for her to catch her breath; when she was breathing again, he said, “Ready?” and waited for her nod before continuing to fuck her face.
Her arms ached and her quads ached and a growing need between her thighs had her insane with want. She needed to free her hands and touch him, to touch herself, to come, to bring herself off as she got him closer to orgasm. But she couldn’t; all she could do was open her mouth wide and accept his cock as he thrust it into her waiting lips, over and over, deeper and deeper. Finally he started pushing hard, bottoming out in her throat, his balls against her chin, and called out, “Fuck, I’m going to come! Fuck.”
But he pulled out and looked at her face. “You want me to come in your mouth, or on your tits, Cleo?”
She nodded and he snapped, “Words, please. Tell me yes or no.”
“Yes. I want you to come in my mouth,” she whispered, and opened wide.
“Fuck,” he growled, and thrust back in. Then his body stiffened and his cock spurted streams of hot semen. At first she panicked, but he was so far down her throat that she swallowed it down automatically, and he pulled back so she could breathe as he continued to release onto her tongue. Her eyes teared from the effort, and she could feel his essence smeared on her cheeks and lips, but when she looked up at him through her blurry eyes, she could see such a look of immense satisfaction on his face that it was all worth it. His eyes were closed, his head leaned back, an expression of such utter bliss on his face that it made her want to cry in pride that she’d done that: She, Cleo, had taken this man and driven him to the heights of passion.
True to his word, he walked to the bathroom, leaving her there, bound and teary and full of his scent, breathing hard, shifting her thighs, trying to relieve her own aching need. It was a few long minutes before he came back, bare-chested and with jeans unsnapped, a trail of hair leading her eyes down to the place she’d just had her mouth.
He untied her wrists and rubbed them; stood her up and then sat on the bed, taking her into his lap. She rested against his chest and he continued to rub her wrists. “Cleo, fuck, baby, that was incredible,” he said, his voice low and full of appreciation.
“I just did what you said,” she recounted drily, but then, “thanks.” She took a deep swig from the water bottle he handed her. “I’m glad you liked it.”
“Really. Thank you,” he said, touching her cheek. “I know that’s not easy to do. It felt fucking fantastic.” There was no mention of the belt. She wasn’t sure if that was just a thing to say to get her worked up, or if he really meant to have a discussion each time about whether she needed correction? At this point, as turned on as she was, she’d accept two belt spanking in order to get relief.
He noticed her wiggling on his lap. “You need something?” he teased.
“You know I do,” she begged. “Please, Axel. I need to come, too.”
“Do you think you deserve to come?” he asked, looking into her eyes.
“Yes!” she said, almost desperate. “Please, yes, I do deserve it. I pleasured you with my mouth, on my knees, and I swallowed all of it. I was so good to you. Please let me come now.”
He touched her chin, almost beside her lip. “You did miss a little tiny spot here. And I had to tell you to suck harder a few times.”
Her eyes widened. “But you liked it!”
“I fucking loved it, Cleo. Still, I need to make sure you take your improvement seriously. Here’s the deal. Two choices. You can wait until tomorrow morning for your orgasm, and no belt at all. But I’m going to make sure you don’t come at all tonight, although I’ll tease you mercilessly. Or you can get one now, but only after ten hard lashes with the belt on your ass, and I mean hard. I’m going to leave nice red stripes that will be sore all day and remind you who owns you, baby. So if you want to come now, you’re going to have to not only accept the belting, but be good for the entire thing. You mess up, you lose the orgasm until tomorrow. Got it?”
“Yes, I need it now, I can’t wait,” she begged.
“Then get into position,” he demanded, and got the belt from his dresser. “And don’t move. No crying out, no whining, no talking. No wiggling your hips. You can moan or gasp, but no louder sounds. No words, like ow, or stop. Small movements only. You’re going to take this in silence without argument or complaint. And it’s going to hurt, and I’ll know it’s hurting you, and I’m going to do it anyway, so that next time you are motivated to do a better BJ for me. Say ‘yes, Sir.’”
“Yes, Sir.” She spread her legs, and before she could catch her breath, the belt cracked down, hard. She was barely able to stifle a sound, and only kept her hips steady by grabbing fistfuls of the comforter and burying her face in it.
She expected the belt to fall again immediately, but it did not. Instead, he waited… a long time. She tensed her muscles, then relaxed them, each second making her anticipation worse. But still he waited, until she gave a small moan. Why was he waiting so long?
Then, crack. The belt came down across both thighs, and she moaned, forcing herself not to jerk. She already knew that the spankings were terrible in the moment, but faded relatively quickly; even the belt, dreadful as it was when it hit, would be muted soon enough. But God, accepting it now was a task for sure.
Crack, crack. Two in quick succession and she shook and cried, wanting to get up and beg him to stop, but knowing that would mean no orgasm until
tomorrow. And she’d already come almost halfway; she couldn’t ruin it now!
He must have sensed her anxiety, because she felt his hand rubbing her ass. “You’re doing great,” he said, rubbing away some of the sting. “I’m proud of you for taking it so well. Good job, Cleo. Next time you give me a blowjob, I want you to suck like I told you the first time, until I tell you otherwise. And try not to let so much of it leak onto your lips and cheeks. You’ll improve. The belt will help you, you know. Keep your ass nice and loose now, and think about how you’re going to get on your knees again soon and suck me off again.”
She expected more spanks, but he waited until she moaned and shifted.
“You can speak. Tell me what you’re going to do differently next time. Convince me you’ll try harder.”
Her voice quivered with arousal, anger, and pain. “It hurts! Next time I’ll suck harder right away and I’ll swallow all of it. I won’t complain at all. I’m sorry I wasn’t perfect. I want to improve my oral skills for you!”
It was a game; she knew it was a game. But it was also so real. He really did want something from a BJ, and she was learning to provide it, and the spanking both hurt and turned her on. She was already an addict for his rough touch.
“Very good. Anything else you need to say to me?”
She figured he was asking if she needed to safeword, but that wasn’t even on her mind, so she shook her head. “No. Sir.”
“Then let’s continue,” he suggested.
The next few were not as hard; in fact, they were so light that they barely hurt. The sting from the earlier ones was still there, though, and even the mild slap of the leather ignited the burn. And that, in turn, flamed the desire in her clit and pussy. Bu the time they reached the end of the spanking, she was dying for relief.
He tossed the belt aside. “Lie on the bed and open your legs for me.”
She hurried to obey, the sting in her ass intensifying the need between her thighs.
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