Whack!
She suppressed an oath. She much preferred the flogger.
Whack!
She screamed. The second blow was much harder and made her waver.
“Hold still,” he reminded.
She braced herself and shut her eyes.
Whack! Whack!
Dear God, she silently cried. Tears pressed against the backs of her eyes. The pain stung at first, then throbbed. After several more blows, she wondered that she could remain upright.
“Have you had enough of Master Ashley?” he asked.
“No,” she mumbled. Not till I have had your cock.
He walloped her with the paddle till she began to reconsider. What was that damn safety word he had provided her? But she had too much pride to use it. She had boasted she could be the best submissive he had ever had. She could not succumb to a simple spanking.
Whack!…Whack!…Whack!
Her arse felt as if it might fall from her body, and, at present, she would not miss it. The side of her head was sore from being pressed into the floor by him, and his seed had begun to dry upon her face, save where her tears had made wet. Only the birthing of her children had caused more discomfort.
Her thoughts became a blur as she sank into a space that allowed her to withstand the pain. As if sensing that she was drifting, he stopped. She heard the paddle fall to the floor. He caressed her buttocks with his hands, then gently kneaded the flesh. He fondled her till desire topped the burning in her arse. Would he take her now?
He positioned himself behind her, one knee upon the floor, the other foot planted beside her. And then she felt him, his velvet hardness sliding along her folds. She came to attention. Having his cock so near to her cunnie—nothing could be finer lest he plunged himself in.
His cock pressed against her slit.
Why did he wait? Did he want her assent? By God, she wanted nothing more than to have his cock. She would sooner starve than go without it.
“Fuck me already,” she mumbled.
With a groan, he shoved himself into her. Glory waved through her body. His erection did not stretch her as much as the wooden cock had but filled her nonetheless and was much more pleasing than the unyielding wood. Holding her hips, he pumped himself in and out of her. She was delirious with delight, even as his body smacked against her sore bottom.
“Ask for permission,” he reminded her as he bucked against her, his cods swinging,
She tried to suppress the looming climax. “Permission, M-Master?”
He began a more vigorous thrusting. She clenched her entire body to keep herself from spending.
“Not—yet,” he grumbled as he changed his rhythm, drawing his cock out slowly before ramming himself back in.
She grunted as she felt herself ground into the floor, but the scintillation of his cock stroking her inside, the depths of her belly that he touched when he drove himself deep, all this overwhelmed any discomfort. She prayed he would grant her permission to spend for she could hold it back no longer.
“Spend,” he commanded.
Her body gave into the torrent of ecstasy that had waited so long to be set free. She sobbed as the rapture rolled over and over throughout her. While she shuddered in pleasure, he grasped her hips harder and thrust himself furiously into her, seeking his own release. The air filled with the sound of him grunting, of flesh smacking against flesh, of her continued groans. Her belly tightened once more, and she felt a second wave overtake her, propelling her higher.
He muttered something unintelligible just before he spent. She felt the splash of his mettle on her arse and the back of her thighs. After her euphoria finally began to wane, she collapsed onto her side, glad to be off her knees. He untied the rope, pulled her to him and lay beside her. She could hear and feel his deep breaths. Closing her eyes, she relished the warmth of his embrace, the strength of his arms as he held her close.
They lay together in silence for some time before he asked, “Had you forgotten or did you merely chose not to use your safety word?”
“Both,” she replied.
“Forgive me. I should have reminded you. How do you fare?”