He landed the paddle with a popping noise. She moaned, the heat and sting from her ass transferring somehow to her clit.
“You’re doing very well,” he said from behind her, and she realized from the direction of his voice that he’d knelt behind her. She felt his hand between her spread thighs, reaching. He moved aside the end of the vibrator on her clit and pushed a blunt fingertip between her labia. She moaned uncontrollably as he pressed and circled the sensitive piece of flesh until she sizzled and her feet flexed as she started to crest. Then his hand was gone and she sensed he stood again. “You’re extremely wet,” he said in a hard tone. “But you’re doing very well by keeping still.” He stroked her ass. “You’re getting nice and warm. Can you take ten more?”
“Yes.”
“I thought so,” he said, and she heard the warmth in his tone. She gritted her teeth in anticipation, and the paddle fell again and again. He paused after three strokes. She jumped slightly when she felt the hard wood of the paddle rub against the sole of one of her feet.
“You’re curling up your feet. Do they burn?” he asked.
“Yes,” she gasped. How had he known how sympathetic the nerves on her feet were to her sex? He tapped very lightly with the tip of her paddle on her heel. She didn’t know why, but arousal shot through her. Her toes curled inward. She couldn’t stop grinding her hips down on the bench in order to get more friction on her sex. He cursed softly, and suddenly the power on the vibrator diminished. He’d put it on a lower setting.
“You have to have the most sensitive little body in existence,” he said, and she suddenly pictured the slant of his handsome mouth and the sharp glitter of arousal in his eyes as he took position behind her again and swung back the paddle.
“Ooh,” she breathed as he gave her two more brisk swats, the exciting sound of polished wood against skin reverberating around the room and echoing in her head when he’d paused.
“Are you going to remember this tonight?” he asked her, reaching between her thighs. Moving aside the vibrator, he stimulated her again with his finger. She cried out, unable to stop herself. He was so much more precise than the vibrator, applying an eye-crossing pressure and succinct glide against her lubricated flesh.
“Yes.” Always, she added in her lust-heavy brain.
“Would you like to come now, or would you prefer to wait until my cock is inside you?” he grated out. She clamped her eyes shut and scrunched her face tight, her body so tight and hungry for release.
“Emma?” he prodded, still rubbing her clit in a bull’s-eye fashion.
He removed his hand suddenly and used it to part her thighs several inches. She sensed his gaze on her like a touch. Had he lowered behind her? she wondered, her heart racing madly. Her inner thighs were damp, more than likely glistening from her juices. She gave an agonized moan, knowing he was a close witness to her blatant arousal. A thrill went through at the low, growling sound that emitted from his throat.
She shrieked when his mouth was suddenly on her, licking and sucking away the juices from her pussy.
“Oh God, Vanni . . . no . . . yes,” she moaned, not even sure what she was saying. Then his mouth was gone, and her whole body was straining tight for him.
“God you’re sweet. Answer me,” he grated out. “Do you want to come now, or would you prefer to wait until my cock is inside you?”
“Wait for your cock,” she whispered, the effort of restraint ripping at her. “Or try to?” she added on a high-pitched note.
“Good girl,” he snarled, and suddenly his hand was gone and the paddle was landing on her ass. He rubbed a buttock, squeezing the burning flesh lewdly into his palm. “Nice and hot and pink,” he muttered. “Keep trying, baby. This is killing me, too,” he said almost desperately.
He smacked her once lightly with his palm. She moaned, undone by the tense eroticism of the moment and his stark declaration of need. She had a wild urge to touch her ass, to feel what he was feeling. He peeled back her prickling cheeks suddenly. Emma whimpered in suspense in the tense seconds that followed. She felt completely exposed to him, her asshole and sex tingling beneath his stare. He made that low, growling noise deep in his throat, menacing and thrilling at once. Then he released her. Her panting breath paused when she heard the unmistakable sound of a belt buckle jingling, then a zipper lowering.
“Can . . . Can I please see what you’re doing?” she asked him shakily.
“Not yet,” he said. He paddled her again. She cried out, trying to stop herself from grinding her pussy against the vibrator and the bench, but only partially succeeding.
“Three more,” he said. “Keep still.”
She gritted her teeth to stop herself from writhing. It was very difficult. He’d known what he was doing by inserting the vibrator. The combination of burning pleasure on her sex and the sting of her bottom was unbearably exciting. The paddle landed with a crack. She whimpered. He hadn’t paddled her harder, but her ass was growing more tender and sensitive with each stroke.
“Does it hurt?” he asked, and she could tell that he’d knelt behind her.
“A little,” she admitted, even though the pain was already fading to a hot burn as he rubbed her ass with his hand. Again, he peeled back her cheeks. Again, Emma held her breath in the weighty silence that followed. He cursed quietly, and then the vibrator was sliding out of her. She gasped at the deprivation of the stimulation. “Oh,” she cried out when he inserted a thick finger into her pussy and plunged it back and forth.
“I couldn’t resist, even though you’ve got two more coming,” he said. “You’re so juicy . . . so warm. God, it’s going to be so good to explode inside you.”
She almost begged him to just t
ake her then. The suspense was killing her, and she wanted him so much. He withdrew his finger and rubbed her clit. Her eyes sprung and she gripped the bench tighter, every muscle in her body bunching tight. “You’re on the edge, aren’t you? Yet you remain so quiet. Why?”
“Why what?” she gasped.
“Why do you always stop yourself from screaming?” he asked, sounding almost angry.