Page 25 of My Summer Girl

They were inside me.

And now, I’m desperate for more.

The second slap comes and I forget to count because I’m still dazed about the emptiness between my thighs. I shouldn’t feel so empty, but I do. It’s like they gave me the best gift and snatched it before I could truly enjoy it.

“Count,” Vex chastises when I miss the second one. Their fingers dig into my hips with a punishing grip.

“Two,” I pant. They don’t stop, going for more. “Three, four,” I whimper as they land the other two in quick succession. I’m dripping. I can literally feel it leaking down my legs as I imagine them scooping it up and using it for lubrication.

“One more, little dove, and then I’m going to make you hurt inside.”

“Yes, I want that.” And I do, thinking of them ramming into me with abandon. Pain gets me off, sure, but it also stimulates the worried and overworked part of my brain like nothing else, stealing all my thoughts.

When their final blow lands, it’s right between my thighs, directly on my clit, and somehow that pushes me into a convulsing orgasm that I can’t seem to shake. My entire body shudders as I fall and they’re pressing their lips against my spine, my ass, and finally a chaste one on my pussy, soothing the ache.

“You did so good,” they praise. “Took my punishment like the goddess you are.”

Another full body shudder rushes through me from their words. Everything seems a bit fuzzy. I know I’m close to hitting that subspace I go to every time we’re together and in a long scene, but I can’t seem to stop begging for more.

“Please, Vex, please fuck me.”

“Only well behaved pets get to be fucked.”

Even as I want to argue, I’m silenced by their tongue sinking into my entrance. Vex kneels behind me, their heated breaths teasing my core. Both of their hands grip my hips, digging in while holding me against their face. I’m whining at this point, unable to keep the absolute pleasure from escaping my mouth.

Pressure at my entrance has my eyes widening. Peering back at Vex, I notice their mouth hasn’t left me, but their left hand holds something I’ve never seen before.

It’s wet, lubricated, and stretching me wide.

“W-what’s that?” I ask, clenching around the foreign object.

“Your punishment.” They chuckle with mirth.

A buzzing sound fills my ears as they press the object into me farther. The stretch has me bowing my back with pleasure. It’s intense and vibratory, and I want to know what they’re putting in me.

“Vex,” I hiss as pleasure zips through me.

“You were bad, dove. Bad pets get punished.”

I frantically shake my head, wondering what it could be. They’re a sadist, and I’m a masochist, and punishments aren’t supposed to feel good, but that doesn’t mean pleasure is out of reach.

For us, our desires help us let go.

When I’m being disciplined, it’s usually because I won’t tell them what I need, or how my day went, or what holds me hostage.

They expect honesty, openness, and a freedom that they’ve always offered me. We’re not supposed to hold back, so when something bothers me and I don’t tell them what that is, they discipline me.

It helps me release that tension and stress, something that allows me to be free of my own burdens.

There is a bond between a Dom and a sub, one that’s gained with respect, trust, and honesty. We may have kept from crossing the sexual boundary but what we already have is intimate.

“Please,” I beg, thinking of how torturous not being able to have sex will be. “I’ll be good.”

“You were already bad,” they coo, almost in a placating way. But that doesn’t settle me. I know they will make it hard for me.

“What’s my punishment?” I ask, wanting nothing more than to beg them to skip it. “I’m sorry I was bad.” I trust them wholeheartedly. Even though they test me within my limits, I’ve never had to use my safe word to stop a scene.

They round the front of my body, their bare skin making me antsy for more. Vex shakes their head with humor shining in their eyes. “No, you’re not. You’re just sad because my reprimanding isn’t going to be what you want.”

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