Love and History(10)

“Yes, Sir.” She spread her knees far apart and tilted her hips as far as she could.

He spanked her rear with sharp slaps that made her tremble. The fire of the sting spread through her insides, and she was suddenly aware of everything. Her swollen cunt in need of any relief was wonderful enough, but having one breast aching while the other longed for attention made her dizzy as she gripped the headboard as a tether.

“You like it?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir. I deserve it.” It would hurt to sit down tomorrow, but that would turn her on all over again.

He’d given her six on each cheek when he stopped and kissed her flesh. “You’re tougher than you look.”

She smiled into the comforter. “You like it, Sir?”

“I do. Now, about this.” He slid two fingers deep into her pussy.

She cried out. “Please, please let me come. Fuck me!”

“Don’t move.” He pressed a third finger into her cunt and pumped.

She fought the very natural need to climax, wanting to make him happy so they could play more. Just when she could take the fingers and control her need to orgasm, his tongue flattened on her clit.

“Come for me, now!” he ordered.

As if she could stop it! Screaming, she squeezed his fingers and rode them as she pressed to his face and ground like a desperate slut. It’d been so long. It’d never been this easy or this good. He flicked her clit with his tongue and her release rolled through her body. He knew she was helpless and grateful. She’d say it as soon as she had enough air in her lungs. When his tongue teased lower and filled her cunt, she bit her lip and held still. If Scott had any doubts about her, she hoped she’d proven herself.

“Thank you, Sir,” she said.

Scott smiled and kissed her pink ass. No doubt, she was a submissive. Not new and not afraid.

“Roll over and sit up,” he said.

She obeyed, and he saw her flushed cheeks. The relief in her face filled him with pride and lust. He loved being in charge, not only to get his kinky needs met but to drive subs to new levels of pleasure. Her eyes were fixed on his cock.

Quickly, he slid off the bed and went to the dresser. Grabbing a vibrator and nipple clamps, he turned to her. Tossing the toy on the bed. “Play with yourself. Get off again.”

Her frown made his cock ache.

“Please let me take care of you, Sir.”

“You’re refusing to obey?” he asked sternly.

She picked up the toy and turned it on. Slowly, she rubbed it over the breast he hadn’t tormented. He shook his head at how much she liked spankings. Her breast was pink, as well. “Was it that one good Dom who conditioned you so much?”

Licking her lips, she nodded. “I always loved it. He wasn’t afraid to keep going until I said stop. I don’t know why I like it so much.”

He grabbed her chin and kissed her. “You trust me that much?”

“Yes, Sir. We’ve known each other so long.”

“Not that well,” he said.

“True, but I’ve never done this with anyone I did know very long or well. You make me feel safe and free.” She kissed him.

Her playful tongue curled around his. Damn! She’d never have come here if she didn’t trust him. The woman was too smart and practical. Digging his hands in her hair, he deepened the kiss and held her to him.

She dropped the toy and ran her hands over his chest. That would earn her some punishment later, but he’d never said not to touch him now. Hell, he wanted to feel her eagerness. Those delicate fingers curled around his cock, and he inhaled sharply.

“Please, tell me what I can do.” She kissed his neck and kept going lower.

“Suck it.” He grabbed her hair and guided her down.

Her tongue teased the tip of him before she kissed down the length. Nuzzling his balls, she stroked the shaft before licking up the length.

“What did I say?” he asked.

“Suck it,” she repeated.

“You’re not doing what I told you.” He cupped the back of her head and pressed until she sucked and swallowed his cock into her mouth.

She almost had it all when he felt the resistance and heard a muffled gag. When she tried again, he pulled her up. Massaging her throat, he recalled that she’d said she hated anything cutting off her air. “I didn’t say choke on it.”

“I want it all. It’s okay if I’m in control of myself.” She tried to go back down.

“No.” He grabbed her wrists. “Look at me.”

She obeyed, her eyes still teary from the gag reflex. “I’m not conditioned for everything, Sir.”

“That’s okay. We’ll have to work on your sucking skills later, but I don’t want to gag you.” He kissed her and pulled her up to the pillows. “Relax for a minute.”