I was wet. Soaking wet.
“Such a wet little girl,” he murmured, and I felt my face flush with embarrassment. His fingers spread out across my folds, his heated palm pressing against vulnerable flesh. His touch was like a brand of ownership and I loved it.
“I think there’s something else I’d like to spank tonight,” he said quietly, and I stilled. My pussy clenched as nervous energy crackled through my body. I hummed quietly as an involuntary wiggle raced down my spine.
His fingers swiftly left my pussy and cracked back down onto my wet flesh. I cried out; the harsh touch was unexpected but not entirely terrible. It stung at first, making me squeeze my eyes shut at its intensity, but as the ache spread out over my sensitive skin, my clit began to throb with need.
He did it again and I moaned loudly. The sound of his palm meeting my wet flesh was sordid. Wrong. But perfectly right.
I wanted to hate it, but I couldn’t. In fact, I liked it. A lot.
Then I spread my thighs wider and he paused, using his fingers to glide up and down my drenched folds before he settled onto my clit. With a single finger, he tapped my needy bud, once and then again. I shivered, feeling hot, desperate desire course through my body.
“Please, sir,” I begged. His palm returned to my pussy and he spanked me there again, this time much harder than before. With a shudder, I arched my back, feeling my pussy spasm with a delicious pleasure far more intense than I’d ever known.
I wanted to come so badly.
With both my bottom and my pussy burning, I was awash with sensation.
“Please,” I begged. I just wanted to come.
He pinched my clit then, hard and I cried out with dismay. I wriggled over his thighs, trying to escape his painful hold but it only made him squeeze my needy bud even tighter.
“I get to decide when this naughty little pussy receives pleasure,” he replied, and I whimpered over his knees.
“Yes, sir,” I finally whispered and then his fingers relaxed. My clit throbbed, both with pain and with rampant arousal then. I was even wetter than before, and I knew he could tell that I liked it when he handled me so roughly.
My thighs quivered with yearning as my passion spiraled in on itself, strengthening with every passing second. I moaned and pushed my ass up, arching my back and giving him full access to my body.
I felt him reach into his pocket then and I waited anxiously for what was to happen next.
“I got you a little present,” he began, and I shivered as his fingers started to edge past my pussy and up the cleft of my backside. He gathered my wetness on his fingers and ventured backward.
“Reach back and spread yourself for me, little girl. Show me what else needs to be punished,” he demanded, and I whimpered, hot desire rushing through my veins. I hesitated and he slapped my ass hard.
“Don’t make me ask again, Cara,” he added, and I cried out softly in response. I had no doubt that if I proved disobedient, he’d paddle me hard until I was sore, sobbing, and very sorry for not doing as he asked. I needed to make myself heed his words. Tentatively, I reached back and spread my fingers across my bottom cheeks, feeling the heat that his palm had left on my punished skin. With a soft whine, I very slowly pulled my ass apart, exposing my most shameful hole to his eyes.
“Such a pretty little hole,” he murmured, and I shivered with embarrassment. My pussy tightened with need and my inner walls fluttered with arousal. I wanted him to fuck me now. I wanted him to fuck me hard.
A cool metal object dragged along my pussy and I stilled.
“Sir?” I asked, a tight knot of anxiety billowing up from deep within my belly.
“It’s a plug for your naughty little hole. You’re going to wear it for me because it pleases me. There is a pretty purple gemstone on the top, so every time I spread these naughty cheeks, I’ll know that your tight little bottom is full because I want it to be,” he replied, and I shivered hotly over his lap.
My fingers squeezed at my bottom cheeks, but I didn’t dare let go.
The metal plug slid along my wet folds and then he pushed it inside my pussy, coating it with my slickness before he dragged it back to my bottom hole. I stilled, nervous. I didn’t know how large the toy was or how much this was going to hurt but I continued holding myself open for him.
My pussy clenched tightly with nervous excitement.
The tip of the plug settled on top of my tight rim and he pressed down, slowly forcing the metal toy inside me. I cried out, my bottom hole burning hotly as he stretched me. I wanted to let go of my ass cheeks, to fight back against the intrusion of this hard metal toy but I didn’t dare.
The bulbous toy grew wider, stretching my tight hole more and more. When the widest part breached my bottom, a fiery burning pain ratcheted through my body and then it slowly receded. With one last push, the plug popped inside me.
I felt so full. The stiff, hard metal had warmed with my body and I tensed, feeling it deep inside me. My inner walls fluttered, and my pussy tightened with anxious desire. My asshole clenched just a little bit, exploring the feeling of having a plug inside me for the very first time.
I couldn’t stop my thighs from trembling. Overwhelming need washed over me, and I whimpered from its tremendous power. After several long seconds, I squirmed a little over his thighs, feeling the plug move just a little inside me.