He slapped me there several times, using the flats of his fingers to firmly punish the sensitive flesh between my thighs. I writhed and tried to twist my hips, but his aim was impeccable. There were a couple of times where he spanked directly on top of my clit, which made my body tremble with aching pain for a few seconds before quivering with abject desire.
I glanced down, mesmerized by the sight of his hand between my legs.
Then he stopped and used my ample wetness to tease me. Without meaning to, I rolled my hips and ground my pussy against his palm. He slapped it lightly, and then started to taunt me with pleasure once more.
“I can’t… I want…” I began.
I couldn’t really wrap my head around what I was begging for at that moment. I wanted to come. Maybe I wanted him to slap my pussy again. The only thing I was sure of was that I didn’t want him to stop.
“This pretty pussy is not nearly pink enough yet, angel. I’m going to have to spank it a little harder,” he whispered. His breath tickled the hairs on my cheek, and I shook nervously at his proclamation.
“I need more…” I pleaded, and he nibbled the side of my neck, biting lightly, and causing my entire body to erupt with goosebumps. My temperature rose unabated and a few droplets of sweat beaded at the edges of my brow. I flinched when he cupped my pussy again, my bare flesh still stinging from the previous swats.
“I know what you need, angel. Let me take care of you,” he murmured, and my hips bucked hard enough that I knew he’d both see and feel it.
He spanked my pussy hard and fast, the stinging of his palm instantly overwhelming and terrible. I bucked and squirmed and writhed, but he never missed. The wet splat of his hand was shameful but incredibly arousing at the same time. My cries echoed all around us. No matter how much I tried to keep quiet, I couldn’t. By the time he finished that round of smacks, my pussy felt like it had caught fire.
I flinched when he pressed his fingers against my clit. I expected more punishment, but when he started to tease me, I couldn’t help but moan out loud with hopeful desire.
Would he let me come now?
Heat billowed up from deep in my core. My lower belly tightened so much that I thought I would split in two and still he drove my need higher.
The pain from his punishing hand twisted into pleasure, surging through every limb until I was a writhing mess beneath him. My moans grew frantic with desperation as he drove me closer and closer to the edge.
This was it. This was the moment I’d been waiting for.
Just when I thought I was about to come, he pulled his hand away. I wailed with shock and frustration at first, but then he slapped right on top of my swollen clit and my world shattered into pieces.
I camehard.
My thighs quaked as my eyes rolled back in my head. I closed them as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through me. A moan escaped me, a quiet whimper at first that quickly turned into a desperate scream.
I’d had an orgasm before, but never like this. All the ones before had happened in the dead of night when I was alone in my room with my entire body hidden beneath the sheets. No one had ever seen or heard me like this, not until now.
Not untilhim.
This was so much better than all those combined.
This was the kind of soul-shattering release that people wrote stories about. His fingers hadn’t stopped moving and my body continued to quake as he drew out my climax far longer than I thought possible.
By the time it finally drew to a close, my whole body was trembling, and my fingers and toes had gone numb. My clit continued to throb as if it had a heartbeat, over and over again until that eventually faded too. He lightened the pressure of his teasing, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he casually petted my over-sensitized flesh until I was trembling once again. I opened my eyes to see him staring down at his handiwork.
Leisurely, he pulled his hand away just enough so that it caught the light. His palm was glistening with my wetness, and I bit back my shame. Without a second’s hesitation, he held it over my lips. I stared back at him, unsure what he wanted.
“Look at how wet you left my fingers, angel. Clean them off for me,” he dictated, and my eyes opened wide in surprise. My cheeks flushed with heat and his eyes sparkled with aroused amusement. I wanted to protest, but I knew better than that.
I pouted at first and he chuckled, but I ultimately opened my mouth and started to clean off his hand. The taste of myself was far sweeter than I expected. It spread out over my tongue, the musky flavor intermingling with the saltiness on his skin. It was unexpectedly intoxicating, and I found myself wanting more.
Without hesitation, I cleaned off every inch of his skin until I was sure that none of my wetness was left behind. He watched every moment like it was the most riveting show on the planet, which only made me blush harder.
“Good girl,” he praised.
I hid my face in the crook of his neck, unwilling to say anything because of the sordid effect those two words had on me. My pussy still stung, but it was a gentler ache now. I thought of his hand between my legs, how shameful and terrible it had been to have him spank me there and how mortified I was that I’d come that way.
My body started to tremble against his. He moved his arm, released my wrists, and I curled against him. For a while, I just laid there encased in his warmth as I basked in the aftermath of such a powerful release.
Unexpectedly, though, my arousal returned. I wasn’t exactly sure how, but it seemed somehow more intense than before, as if I’d tasted what real pleasure felt like and yearned to know more. With that desire came a sudden sense of courage and I kissed his chest tentatively. When he looked down at me and didn’t respond, I continued up his neck to the side of his bearded cheek.