Page 14 of Reluctantly His

“One.” Her breathy voice made my cock even harder.

“What was that, princess?”

“One,” she said a little louder, her voice cutting off with a cry as I spanked her again in the exact same place.

“Two,” she said before I had to remind her.

Her slight body trembled on my lap.

“Three.”

“Four,” she counted after each slap.

Her hips had tilted up like she was offering more of her ass to me, and I could just see the glimmer of dampness on her bare pussy lips.

She liked this.

She may not realize it and was probably denying it to herself in her head, but the evidence was clear.

My sheltered, innocent princess liked the rough stuff.

What would she think when she saw my ink or my piercings? Would she be afraid?

She should be.

Or would she be excited?

Everything about her told me she would be terrified at the idea of being with someone like me; someone strong and not afraid to get their hands dirty.

But the way her ass lifted in the air silently begging for more… maybe my first impression hadn’t been entirely accurate.

To test my theory, I gave her one final slap, hard enough to make even my callused hand sting.

I expected her to shout out, maybe curse me, or start crying, but instead, her back straightened and her head lifted just enough so she could sink her teeth into her fist to try to silence her needy moan.

When I stood her up to face me, her face was almost as pink as her ass, and tears streaked down her cheeks.

“The next time you disobey me, it won’t be five strikes. It will be ten. This was only a warning. Every single time you disobey me, every time you break a rule, I will double your punishment. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” she sniffed with her eyes on the ground, like a natural submissive, silently begging me to take care of her.

I brushed away the tears from her face with my thumbs. “Now, since you took your punishment like such a good girl, maybe I should reward you for it. Would you like that, princess?”

I didn’t wait for her response. I just swept her off her feet and moved her across the room, setting her bare ass on the cool wood of a nearby table.

“What are you doing?” she asked as I pushed her body back, forcing her to lie down.

“Showing you what happens when you behave for me.” I shot her a wink before dropping to my knees and burying my face between her thighs.

I knew her punishment had turned her on a little, but I would have never guessed how wet she had gotten. Her pussy was so sweet.

I lapped up her juices, loving the way her thighs shook around my ears. When I pushed my tongue into her impossibly tight little opening, her muscles clenched around me, covering my lips with more of her cream.

“Oh! Oh, my! Oh!” she breathed with unmistakable innocent astonishment.

The idea that I could possibly be the first man to taste her nearly sent me over the edge.

My hands went from her thighs to her hips as I moved one thumb to rest on her clit, not rubbing, just applying a nice, firm pressure to let her pleasure build. The other hand snaked around to her, no doubt, sore ass. My thumb slid in between her cheeks to press against her asshole.

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