I cracked the belt against the floor once, her breathless whimper adding to the fire raging within. Then I smacked her bottom four times in rapid succession, hitting her across the sit spot every time.
She jerked up, gasping for air, her body shaking even more violently. I pressed my hand against her back, easing her down and caressing her bottom. Soon, her soft skin would bear my marks, if only for a little while. After I provided six more strokes, she kicked out, rolling over onto her hip.
“Stay in position.”
“I will kill you one day.” Her bold statement caught me off guard, and I burst into laughter.
“I don’t doubt you’ll try, and you’ll fail just like others have.”
“Yeah? Well, I’m not those others. I’ll become your worst nightmare.”
The woman knew how to turn a man on. I continued the spanking, cracking three across her upper thighs. Then I indulged in her scent for several seconds before sliding her legs apart, allowing me to catch a glimpse of her swollen, pretty pink pussy lips. I was thirsty and only her delicious juice could quench my parched throat.
She bit back several whimpers as I eased my hand between her legs, toying with her clit. “You’re very wet,mi dulce gatita.”
“Not because of you.”
“I beg to differ.” After thrusting a single finger inside her tight channel, I closed my eyes briefly. That allowed the filthy images that had remained in my mind after tasting her to rush to the surface, the need to fuck her becoming all consuming.
I’d watched her.
Studied her.
Hungered for her.
Captured her.
Now I planned on spending days devouring her.
The thought tightened my balls as I moved around the edge of the table. “Open your mouth.”
“No.”
She was constantly looking for affirmation from me, although there was so much emotion behind her ice blue eyes, a level of confusion she didn’t understand. How could she want me? I could tell that was running through her mind. The answer was simple. The intensity of our needs was a twisted reminder of the darkness of our genes. Hungers that would chase others away only further enticed us. I’d found my equal in the form of passion.
I didn’t hesitate to shove my finger past her lips, forcing her to suck the juice from every inch. At first, she acted mortified then angry, then her longing to surrender took over if only for a few seconds. As she sucked, pulling my finger all the way into her mouth, I was forced to take several deep breaths.
After pulling away, I rolled my finger across my lips before returning to the round of discipline. I decided on fifteen more, doling six out then sliding my fingers across her heated bottom.
She was still quivering, her lips pursed as she tried to hold in her reaction. When she noticed I was looking at her, she snorted, closing her eyes on purpose. I teased her again, rubbing my thumb around her clit several times before dragging it down the length of her pussy, sliding it very slowly up the crack of her ass. As expected, she clenched her muscles, her legs tensing as she realized very soon I would breach her dark hole.
I smacked her backside two more times, languishing in the slight but beautiful blush erupting like a bloom of fresh flowers across her skin.
She bucked a few times, tossing her head back and forth.
Every move she made further ignited the darkness within me.
After taking multiple deep breaths, I brought the leather strap down, providing the final strikes, my aim utter perfection. I’d wanted to make sure each one had provided enough anguish she’d think twice about escaping. If not, she’d endure an entirely different kind of pain.
One of loneliness.
Her cry of fury, indignation, and pain couldn’t stop the cravings I had.
To subdue her.
To make her submit.
To drive her to acceptance.