I felt the heat rise to my face when Kaal repeated the conversation to me. I had a vague memory of the spectacle I’d provided on the platform.
“Was I really that loud?” I asked him.
“Only when I fucked you in the ass,” Kaal assured me.
“That’s because it was my first time.”
“Then this will be your second.” He gave me a look dark with hunger. “I’ve been patient long enough. Take off that cloak.”
The stern note in his voice sent a shiver of lust through me. I slipped the heavy cloak off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Naked, I stood before him. My protector. My best friend. My lover.
My master.
“I will have all of you tonight. Get on the bed. Put your wrists together over your head and spread your legs. If you move, I’ll punish you.”
A wicked thrill coursed through me as I imagined the spanking my defiance would bring. But that challenge could wait till another time. Tonight I wanted only to please him.
I lay down on the bed. He knelt between my legs, hooked my knees over his shoulders and buried his face between my thighs. I let out a strangled cry as his tongue lapped at my pussy.
“I have hungered for the taste of you,” he said, his voice rough.
I reached up and grabbed his head, not knowing whether to pull it away or hold it in place.
“Did I say you could move?” he growled. “Put your hands back above your head.”
My pussy spasmed and I did as he commanded, gripping one wrist with the fingers of my other hand.
“I told you I’d punish you if you moved. Spread your legs.”
The command surprised me. I expected him to order me to roll over or get on all fours and present my ass for a spanking. Instead he swatted my exposed pussy with the flat of his hand, catching my clit with his fingertips.
“Aaah! What are you doing?” I slammed my thighs together.
His eyes narrowed. “I said spread your legs. Wider.”
Nervously, I did as he ordered.
“As for what I’m doing, I’m spanking your pussy. But now I have to start over. If you move again, I’ll double the punishment.”
His hand came down swiftly, this time doling out five firm smacks one after another. I gasped in shock. It took all the willpower I had not to squirm away.
“That’s better. Are you ready for more?”
My clit was swollen and throbbing, my pussy dripping wet. “No, Master. I mean yes, Master,” I babbled, uncertain of the correct response. Though I didn’t want any more, the sharp smacks were creating a spicy sting. “If it would please you, Master.” I added, just to be safe.
He started spanking me again, this time pausing between swats to let the full effect of each one sink in. Now that I knew what to expect, I gave myself up to the experience. I found pussy spanking intensely erotic, blurring the line between pain and pleasure. My pussy spasmed each time his hand came down. Before long I was quivering all over, desperate to have him ram his cock into me.
“Please, Master, please fuck me. Fuck me now.”
“Are you going to do what you’re told?”
“Yes, I swear I will.”
He didn’t reply. Instead, he tested my obedience by taking my clit into his mouth.
I jerked convulsively, digging my fingernails into my palms to keep my hands locked in place above my head. He sucked on the tiny bud, swollen and stinging from his punishment, then flicked his tongue over it.
He kept up the sweet torment until I climaxed in shuddering waves. Despite my wordless cries, he didn’t stop until I came again.