Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 53880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 269(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 269(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
“You’ll start over,” she snarls, glaring at me but obeying, her knuckles whitening with her death grip on the table edge.
Poor thing, she’ll learn that the more she relaxes, the more she submits to the discipline, the less it will hurt. Until then, well, I have a lesson to teach.
Again and again, the belt rises and falls, each stroke cracking against her skin, each one a fraction of an inch below the previous one. She squeals and wiggles around, her feet dancing, her head tossing back and forth, and yet she doesn’t attempt to cover her ass or to stand up.
With her punishment delivered, I say, “For the extra stroke, I want you up on your tiptoes, ass pushed high.”
It takes a moment, but she obeys, the muscles in her thighs trembling, her no-longer-pale ass pointing directly to the ceiling. Six red lines decorate her flesh, but that isn’t where I’ll be placing the last. Reaching out, I run my fingertip along the area where her ass merges with her thighs, the skin now stretched taut with her position.
I can feel her quiver beneath my touch, can hear her gasp, but what has my gaze riveted to her form is the glistening I can see between her thighs. Drops of her fresh arousal cling to her bare mound. I have no doubt she’s felt the punishment. I heard her cries and pleas for me to stop, but while Lyriope’s mind was saying one thing, her body was definitely saying another.
Pressing my palm to the small of her back, I lift my arm. The whoosh of the belt sounds a moment before the crack of leather against her sensitive sit spot splits the air.
“Oh God!” she screams, attempting to rise, but my hand keeps her in place. Not because she has another stroke coming, but because the cry has been accompanied by another rush of wetness… wetness I want to explore.
“Relax, your spanking is done,” I declare.
And that should have been it, would have been except something inside me refuses to call the punishment done. Not when all I have to do is slide my finger down to have it drenched in her wetness, her groan, one of pain and something else. She’s soaking wet, my fingers slide with ease up and down the seam of her sex. I push a finger into her pussy only to have her muscles instantly tighten around the intruder, her moan one of raw need as I begin to stroke in and out of her.
God she’s tight. Tight, hot, and soft as velvet.
My balls threaten to burst as I continue to explore the part of her that was made for the very cock throbbing behind the zipper of my pants. Again and again, I slide first one and then two fingers in and out of her.
“Oh God, please… please,” she cries, the words the same I heard just moments earlier and yet their meaning so very different.
These aren’t pleas for me to stop… no, these are words begging for release. I slide my fingers out of her pussy to circle her clit, swollen and pulsing with every beat of her heart.
“Yes!” she screams, her body arching at the contact.
“No,” I counter, giving the sensitive spot a single flick before sliding two fingers deep inside her again.
My entire hand is soaked, making my thumb slick when I move it into position, pressing at the pucker of her asshole.
“Girls who beg and plead, don’t get to come. Do you know what they get, Lyriope?”
“Please… oh, please, Nick, let me come!” she begs, her ass pushing back as she attempts to grind herself against my hand.
“You’re not listening,” I say, bending over her back. Moving to speak close to her ear, I continue to both finger-fuck her pussy and stroke the small indentation of her ass. “Girls who don’t obey, get reminded that rules are put into place for a reason. And do you know how they are reminded, my queen?”
Her sounds are primal, so fucking needy I have to fight for control, fight not to pull my cock out of my pants and impale her. Instead, I continue the lesson.
“They get their ass fucked.”
With the last word, my thumb breaches her resistance, her shriek fills the air and, holy hell, despite my words, she comes, her body convulsing, her sex contracting again and again around the fingers I continue to fuck her with.
Her back bows, her head cants back, and her keen is unlike any sound I’ve ever heard before.
Chapter Fifteen
Lyriope
Waiting until I completed my orgasm, I finally look over my shoulder at the man I love more than I should allow. I shouldn’t let the feelings take over, and yet I can’t resist them. It’s not just the sex. It’s not just the undeniable chemistry we have.