“Ouch!” she wailed. Her ass was completely on fire; she needed this to stop. “Please, stop!” she begged.
He applied the brush across her cheeks in sharp, even volleys. “You’re going to feel this for a few days. I won’t always spank this hard, but this time you need it. You deserve it.”
“But ow!” She tried to reach back and he grabbed her hand, pinned it to the small of her back.
“No. Tell me how you’re going to do better next time.”
She managed to blurt out, “I’ll act like an adult. I won’t insult you and run away. We’ll talk it out if we fight.”
“That’s right.” He brought the brush down on her thighs, making her jerk again, fighting against his grip. “That’s exactly right. Because if you behave like you did this time? It will make this particular spanking right now seem like a gentle, tame warmup. If you had behaved appropriately, we’d be fucking right now. Maybe I’d have my face between your legs, getting you off the way you like. But because you behaved so badly, you’re still getting spanked. Think about that tomorrow when your ass is nice and sore, Cleo. Think about how you had to take such a hard spanking. Is that what you want every time?”
“Please, I’m sorry, Axel, I didn’t mean it. I’m so, so sorry I was mean to you, you have to forgive me, please forgive me, I’m so sorry!” she wailed.
He tossed the brush aside and rubbed her skin. “See, there you go,” he murmured, “nice and submissive, meek and compliant.”
“You’re an asshole!” she cried out, still wincing; although the spanking had ended, the burn was still growing as her nerve endings swelled with the assault. “Ow, that was so hard.”
He rubbed lightly, but even the soft touch hurt, and she shied away. “Don’t touch it. Why did you have to go so hard?”
He pulled her up onto his lap and she sucked in her breath as her hot ass touched his jeans. “Ow, ow. Ow. I need to rub it. Ow.”
“Not yet.” He shook his head, and pulled her into his body, the gesture at once tender and powerful. “Not for a few minutes. I want you to feel that sting and remember why I put it there.”
“How could I forget?” she sniffed, trying to shift from cheek to cheek to alleviate the discomfort.
“It’s good to make sure,” he told her with a small smile. “You asked for a punishment, you got one.”
“I didn’t expect it to hurt so much,” she said, her voice catching.
“The pain will fade,” he promised. “But you know what will stay?”
She shook her head.
“What’s left behind,” he told her, nuzzling her neck and making sparks of fresh arousal dart through her body, “is the feeling of giving yourself up to me, putting yourself into my hands for punishment and reward. What’s left behind is the feeling of utter submission, letting me take charge and make the decisions. It’s that feeling of floating, when the endorphins kick in. It’s the feeling of utter euphoria that comes if I let you have an orgasm when you’re feeling those endorphins. Do you think you deserve an orgasm, right now?”
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She nodded vigorously. “God, yes, please, Axel, please.”
“I don’t know,” he mused. “Maybe I should have this be one of your punishment spankings, where you don’t get to come until later.”
“No!” Horrified, she grabbed his arms. “Axel, no. You said you wanted to fuck me too. You’re dying to fuck me!”
He laughed. “Maybe I’ll fuck you and come, and make just you wait.”
“No, no waiting. We’ve both been waiting long enough.” She gave him a pleading look, and saw from his expression that he read her tone; knew that she meant it, that right now she needed him to fuck her good and hard and not play around. And she could see in his face that he never for a minute had intended to leave her hanging; that he knew what his hands and words could do to her, and he liked to tease and push, but when it came down to it, her pleasure was as important to him as his own.
“I think I remember needing to taste you again,” he said, sliding her off his lap onto the couch. “Lie back and spread your thighs for me.” Without waiting, he arranged her so that her legs were over his shoulders. “Don’t move,” he warned.
And truly she couldn’t; lying like this, she was forced open to his mouth and hands, legs locked into place by the position, but she didn’t want to move. “Yes, Sir,” she said, closing her eyes.
When he touched the tip of his tongue to her clit, she screamed. She was so swollen and needy, so ready for his touch, that she could barely hold back.
He laughed. “Cleo, I’m just getting started. Don’t you come until I say unless you want another spanking.”
“You wouldn’t,” she said, eyes flying open to meet his.
He raised his eyebrows. “You going to test it out?” He sounded stern.
“No, I won’t come, I promise, Sir,” she tacked on, lying back. “I’ll wait, I promise.”
“Good,” he said, then he licked her suddenly, all the way from her anus to her clit, and she gave a garbled cry of pleasure, because he did it again and again, only stopping when her thighs tightened around his neck with the difficulty of holding back.
“You like that?” he asked; when she just made a noise of appreciation, he said, “You were right. Not salty at all. But fucking delicious. Want to taste?”
Without warning, he slid her legs off his shoulders and straddled her hips, holding up his weight on his forearms. When he leaned down and kissed her, she tasted her own essence on his tongue, and moaned at the illicit pleasure.
“That’s the taste I love,” he whispered, and bit her neck, hard. “Fucking sweet, Cleo.”
“Please,” she begged. “I want to feel your body.”
He smiled, then stood up and pulled off his shirt and jeans. When he rolled down his boxer briefs, Cleo’s eyes widened at the sight of his cock, so hard and beautiful. “Is that for me?” she murmured, smiling at him.
“All for you,” he replied, taking her hand and pulling her to a sitting position. “I’m going to fuck you from behind, Cleo. Kneel on the couch, tits against the back of it. Yeah.” He adjusted her. “You can brace with your arms, okay?”
“Okay… Sir,” she teased, wiggling her ass.
“You wave that ass at me, it’s getting spanked,” he warned her, giving her a sharp crack across her cheek.
“Ow!” she complained, then wiggled again, earning herself another crack over the other cheek.
“You’re such a little pain slut,” he whispered into her ear, positioning himself behind her so his cock pushed up between her spread thighs.
“Only for you,” she breathed, “because you like me that way.” The sting in her ass had faded to that sweet spot; the place where it still hurt, but it hurt so good; the sting sending waves of pleasure through her brain.
“I fucking love it,” he corrected, running his fingers up her inner thigh. “So much.”
When he reached her pussy, he slid in two fingers and pumped. “You want me inside you, Cleo?”
She nodded into the couch fabric. “Mmmm.”
He slapped her ass with the other hand. “I didn’t hear that. What did you say?”
“I said, yes, Sir,” she enunciated. “I want you inside me.”
“Next time I think I’ll fuck your ass,” he said, making her clench her thighs in a mixture of alarm and anticipation. “You like that?”
“You can’t—but we’ve never…” she argued, even though the thought was incredibly erotic.
“Oh, don’t worry, I’ll use a nice thick plug and stretch you out first,” he promised. “You’ll come so hard, baby, having a plug in your ass and my cock in your pussy, you’ll see.”
“Mmmm…” she moaned, the thought making her want it right now. She pushed her ass back into his hips. “Axel.”
“You like that idea,” he murmured, reaching both hands under her chest to play with her nipples. “Look how hard your nipples got when I said that. Like lit
tle rocks, Cleo. Fuck.”
“I want you,” she whispered. “Please.”
“First admit that you want me to fuck your ass,” he ordered.
She almost combusted. “I want you to fuck my ass!” she said, her voice cracking. “Next time, yes, you can put a big plug in my asshole and stretch me out and I want to feel you fucking me with it inside. But right now, I need your cock in my pussy, please.”
He fingered her clit, stroking the way she liked it, bringing her right to the edge. “Say please. Beg me.”
She wriggled under his touch, loving the humiliation of begging, because she could hear the plea in his own voice. He wanted this as badly as she did. “Please, Sir, Axel, please fuck me, please.” Her voice was raw with desire and pure need.
“Like this?” He pushed his cock at the entrance to her pussy, then pulled her hips toward him as he thrust, so deeply that she had never felt more full.
“Yes,” she hissed. “Fuck.”
He started a rhythm, drawing out, waiting a beat, and then pushing back in.
“Harder, please,” she whimpered, trying to take him into her body, but he grabbed her hips and continued his leisurely pace until she was frantic with desire.
“Please, please, fuck,” she chanted, near tears with the feeling that needed release.
Finally he thrust back in hard and fast and touched her clit again. “Come when you want,” he ordered, and immediately she flew off the edge into a full-body lightning storm, electric pleasure surging through her.
She cried out over and over, frantically pushing back into his cock, forward into his hand, trembling and engaging all of her muscles in the effort, until the bliss exploded and her clit surged with the most beautiful feeling of pleasure. It went on and on, and she whimpered and tossed her body until the last spark. Only then, when she sighed out a long breath and collapsed back into his arms, did he arrange her back on the couch.
“Brace yourself,” he warned, then he pumped hard and fast and came a moment later, roaring out his own pleasure, and collapsed onto her, their bodies merging in a mixture of exhaustion and completion.
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She awoke the next morning, unsure of where she was, the dappled light making unusual shadows on her face. She blinked, stared at the ceiling, felt a surge of anxiety before she remembered that she’d gone home with him. Axel. She was in his bed. Memories of the previous night flashed: The spanking in his office. The unreal orgasm afterwards. Going back to his place.
His mouth on her, all over her body, in his bed. His cock in her mouth, hot and sexy. His hands, stroking, caressing, bringing her to orgasm, over and over and over, until all the pleasure blended together into one insane rush of feeling.
She rolled over. Axel was lying beside her, one arm thrown over his face, fast asleep. She pushed into his side and he murmured, his eyes still closed. His lashes fluttered and he threw his arm out, groped for her body, then smiled as he pulled her close, before settling back into slumber. Touched, she smiled and wiggled to get comfortable against him. She needed to pee, but not desperately. She touched his skin and closed her eyes, enjoying his warmth, his hard leg, his face, so close to hers.
The next time she awoke, she was alone and the sun was hot on her face. She hurried to use the bathroom and then dressed, eager to see Axel’s eyes.
When she entered the kitchen, Axel handed her a cup of steaming coffee. “Here you go,” he offered. “Sleep well?” His smile slayed her—so sweet, that dimple. But she knew what a wild man lurked behind that innocent grin, and it made her burn with renewed lust.
“I don’t recall that we slept very much,” she returned, and sipped the coffee. “Oh, God, this is so good. I need this.”
She took another sip, then put the cup on the table and wrapped her hands around it. She slid into the chair carefully, sitting down first on one cheek, then the other, to test out how they felt.
“Are you sore?” he asked as if it were a normal question.
She wiggled in her seat. “A little. Ow. That spot is.” She wiggled again. “Not as much as I would have expected. A little bit, though.”
“So… is it acceptable?” He raised one eyebrow. “The aftermath?”
She shifted on the chair. “It’s okay.”
“You let me know.” He took her chin in his hand. “Be honest. I’m going to ask you again, at the end of the day, and I expect you to tell me the truth about how it felt all day. If it’s too much, we won’t do it like that again. Clear?”
“Yes, Sir,” she said, and rolled her eyes.
He laughed. “You know, a few more spanks on your ass for rude behavior wouldn’t be amiss right now. And it wouldn’t affect your end-of-day assessment at this point.”
“In your dreams.” She reached over and gave him an awkward slap on his thigh. “I might spank your ass.”
He laughed. “You can try, Cleo.” He raised an eyebrow. “You won’t succeed, but I think the wrestling match might lead to some fun activities, so go for it, if you want.”
“Yeah? Remember how fast I can run? I’m stronger than you think, too.”
“Okay.” He scoffed at her. “I’m sure you are.” He sipped his coffee, then sat back and crossed his arms and spread his legs. “Come at me, Mayweather. You get a free shot, even.”
“You’re very cocky,” she said.
“I have a big cock, if that’s what you mean,” he corrected, glancing at his crotch. “But you know that. And I bet you’re dying for it right now. Admit it.”
“I will admit nothing,” she said haughtily, sipping her coffee. “Except that I’m going to take you down.”
“You want to go down on me? Now that sounds like a very good plan.” He reached down and unbuttoned his fly. “Come over here and get on your knees.” He pointed. “Get to work, Cleo.”
She giggled, then got up from her chair and suddenly ran at him, launching herself into his chest.
“Ooof,” he grunted, and she grabbed his wrists, trying to pin him to the chair.
“I’m going to win,” she announced, and screamed in delighted alarm as he easily moved his arm up, letting her cling to him like ivy. “No! Stop! I’m strong, I tell you! Stop it! Let me win!”
She tried to re-grip his arms; he let her, even sitting back and relaxing in his chair. She straddled his thighs; spread as they were, her legs were wide, too, in a pose that was provocative and lewd. She grabbed both biceps and squeezed, pushing her body weight against him. “Just try to get away,” she whispered.
He laughed, and with a sudden twist, he was free and she was over his lap. He gave her one slap on her ass that had her screeching and scrabbling at him, then he pulled her back up to sit across his legs. “You want to wrestle, is that it?” He stood up and grabbed her, slinging her over his shoulder like a sack of flour. “Come on back to the bedroom, then. Might as well do it in comfort.” He laughed and slapped her ass once, through her jeans. “We’re going to do it naked, though. My rules.”
“Why do you get to make the rules?” She was dizzy, blood rushing to her head, and she wobbled when he slid her back down his body, enjoying the sensation of touch even through their clothes. He unsnapped her jeans and pulled them down, and she stepped out of each leg with his help.
“Because…” he leaned in and bit her neck, “you like it that way. And so do I. Right?” He raised an eyebrow.
“Maybe. Take off your clothes, first, and then I’ll tell you if you’re right,” she demanded, sitting on the edge of the bed and pointing. “Strip.”
“Oh, okay,” he said with a chuckle. “Sure, Cleo.”
He pulled off his T-shirt and jeans, and stood there naked, glorious, and hard. “What now?” He cocked an eyebrow.
“Now…” She paused. “Now you get on your knees. Here.” She spread her legs and pointed.
“Yes, Mistress,” he whispered, and winked. She sucked in a breath, hard, as he deliberately got to his knees and put one hand on each of her thighs. “And now?”<
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“Now I need to take off my panties,” she whispered. “They’re all wet. I think I’ve ruined them.”
“I’ll check that for you,” he murmured. He slid her back up the bed. “Lie back,” he ordered, and put his face to her thighs, and then she felt his tongue through the gusset of her panties. “Oh, yes,” he agreed, “these are totally soaked. You, Cleo,” and he pulled the fabric aside and blew softly on her skin, making her moan, “are a very, very dirty girl. Aren’t you.” He slapped her thigh when she didn’t immediately answer. “Aren’t you.”
“Yes, I’m your dirty girl,” she murmured. “Lick me again.”
“Ask me nicely.” His tone was firm.
“Everything I do is nice,” she returned, her voice low and sultry, spreading her thighs wider, in invitation. “See?”
He laughed and rested his chin on her pubic bone and spoke into her body. “Is that so?”
“Of course!” She wiggled, trying to inch her way up the bed to make his mouth fall even with her skin.
“Did I say you could move?” he chastised her, taking hold of her hips and pulling her back to her original spot. “You only get my mouth when you use the words I like.” But his voice held humor in addition to arousal.
“Please,” she whispered, reaching down to run her fingers through his hair. “Pretty please with a future blowjob on top. While you’re on a phone call, even. Or maybe in a restaurant, if there’s a long tablecloth and it’s dark. Or as soon as you get home from work one day, I’ll be waiting on my knees, naked, red lipstick on, ready to get you all hard and turned on.”
She giggled when he growled and tightened his grip on her thighs.
“Fuck, Cleo,” he said, pulling the panties aside again and stroking her with two fingers. “Now that is nice. Keep going, and so will I.”
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