Chapter Twenty-Two
Cosima
No one had ever done this to her before. Licked her pussy. Nibbled and sucked at her clit. Tongued from behind her entrance all the way between her folds until they could bite her fleshy mound.
Part of Cosima wanted to tell Ian to stop.Don’t. Not because she didn’t like it—she really really did—but because she couldn’t help but hear Master’s voice inside her head telling her she was dirty and disgusting and he only used her filthy holes as cumdumps because she was lower than the trash.
So to have her sweet Papa putting his mouth all over her, making her shake and shudder with how good he was making her feel with his lips and tongue, and god yes, teeth? It was strange and made the thoughts in her head crash together like cymbals. So noisy. Would her brain ever be quiet?
She didn’t want all of it to stop though—the sharp pain that left a simmering burn on her skin where Daddy and Papa had slapped her was delicious. And the way Daddy was kneading her breasts hard and drawing out her nipples with long alternating pulls as if he was trying to milk her was incredible.
It had been a while since she’d felt like a deeply sexual creature. Yes, a spark of arousal now and then but no sustained desire or will to get off. She was thankful to Ian and Hudson for not pushing her but now she was grumpy she’d missed out on this for so long. But maybe if they’d tried before now, she wouldn’t have been able to enjoy it as much because she wouldn’t have trusted them the same way.
It didn’t hurt either that her butt was a tiny bit warm from her spanking earlier. She longed for it to burn, be lit up by a hell rain of hand spankings, paddlings, strappings, anything. So long as it was for fun, to get her off, and not because she’d misbehaved. That had almost done her in.
Ian’s mouth stopped working her pussy and she cried out in frustration. He looked up from between her prized open thighs with a smirk.
“Little impatient are we, Coco?”
“Yes, Papa,” she conceded, feeling the blush creep from her cheeks all the way up to her hairline and down to her chest. “It just feels so good.”
“I’m glad. But did you notice you also put your hands down?”
Oh no, she’d been too busy bucking her pussy into Ian’s mouth to realize her hands were also clutched in his crazy red hair.
“I’m sorry, Papa,” she said, interlocking her fingers behind her daddy’s neck again. Couldn’t they have cuffed her? That would’ve made this so much easier. But the point wasn’t to be easy, was it? From the wicked grin on Ian’s face, they’d done this on purpose.
“That’s okay, I’m not mad. But I am going to stop feasting on your pussy for at least a minute.”
Dammit.
“Just long enough to give you a few pretty marks with this.”
He held up a little implement that had a little red wooden heart on one end, connected to a slim wood handle by a thin metal rod.
“You know what this is?”
“I think so,” she breathed. “But I haven’t seen one with something on the end like that before.”
“Oh, that makes it more fun,” Hudson rumbled from behind her. “Show her, Ian.”
Ian rested his hands between her legs and pulled back the heart with a single finger. When he let it go, she gasped at the impact on the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.
It stung like hell, leaving that postage-stamp sized piece of her flesh feeling like it was on fire, but it also made her pussy clench, sent arousal careening through her body like she hadn’t felt for ages.
Plus, there was a bright red heart imprinted on her skin, and it was oddly adorable for hurting so much.
“How was that, Coco?” Ian asked, studying her response closely.
“Good. So good, Papa. Another?”
“I was thinking a dozen.”
She groaned and closed her eyes, snapped them open when Daddy slapped her tit.
“What do you say to your papa, babygirl?”
“Mmm, please, Papa. Please. Yes, please.”