Page 7 of Princess Avenged

“Please. Now.” Struggling against her bindings, she pumps her hips, grinding against the edge of the chaise beneath her.

“Don’t move,” I say roughly. “This could be dangerous.”

She nods, her body stilling as her breasts press against the chaise, but her agitation remains obvious. Her breaths are shallow, and her skin is pulsing, almost as if I can see nerves sparking under its porcelain surface.

Porcelain that I plan to turn pink, preferably red.

Drawing my fingers through her slick folds, I gather some of her moisture. She moans, and her ass lifts, within its short range of motion. My heart races as I smear her wetness over my palms, and then I bring my damp hand down, delivering a satisfying smack, one so hard it instantly leaves a satisfying pink print on her ass cheek.

“Oh! Ah!” Her hips pump, grinding against the furniture again, clearly trying to put pressure on her clit.

If distraction is what she wants, I should make her wait for her release. Better if I build up her need, so I can make her climax incendiary. I grab the bolster that was resting against the back of the chaise.

I spank her again. Her hips rise in reaction to the impact. Catching them, I lift them higher, quickly squishing the cushion between her belly and the chaise.

Her sex is even more exposed to me now, her back arched and her legs dangling, reducing her leverage to move. And, most importantly, her clit, fully exposed to me, has nothing to press against.

Her slick pink lips are so beautiful as blood rushes to swell them, and it’s all I can do to keep from burying my face in her sex, tasting every part of her and eating her like the delicacy she is to me.

But that wouldn’t deliver what she’s asked me for, what she says that she needs.

I drag my fingers through her dampness again, then roughly dig my fingers inside to gather more juices that I use to wet both of my palms.

Smacking her again and again, I alternate hands. Blood rises to her skin’s surface, darkening the color of her ass cheeks and rushing to fill the opened lips of her sex. Her arousal is so high now, its evidence drips out of her pussy, and the sight and the smell are driving me mad with my own need.

But I must ignore my own needs for now. Ana wants to be consumed by physical sensations. So absorbed in pleasure and pain that her mind has no room for anything else. Delivering that escape for her is all I can care about.

Pausing my strikes, I rest my hands on her ass, and the heat exchange is intense. The fire in her rounded cheeks amplifies the heat in my palms, and unable to resist, I caress her warmed skin.

She moans. “Use fire.” Her voice is muffled by the chaise, and her hips pulse against the bolster I stretched beneath them.

Watching, I’m mesmerized by her sex, and a devious idea ignites in my mind. Something I’ve never tried before.

“Do you trust me?”

She nods, and then turns her head to the side, revealing half of her face as the other cheek rests on the furniture.

“Do you remember your safe word?” I ask her.

“Sky?”

“That’s right, darling.” I stroke her still reddened ass. “I need you to promise me that you’ll use it.”

“Please,” she says, her voice strained. “Make me feel more, Flame. Make me forget.” Her lust-filled eyes flood with sadness, so I slap her ass a few more times, loving how she moans, how her slickness amplifies, dripping over her swollen clit and encouraging my idea. Her expression isn’t sad anymore, it’s once again pulsing with arousal and need.

I click on the lighter, and my gaze shifts to its blue and yellow flame for a moment, before I refocus on her sex. Using my fingers, I spread the skin around her swollen clit, and then flick the flame close to her sensitive nub. I don’t come close enough to burn her, just close enough that she’ll feel the heat.

“Wha—?” Her lower body tenses.

“Are you okay?” I clear my throat, thick with my rising lust. “Did I burn you?”

She shakes her head. Her exposed cheek is flushed now, her eyes wide but unfocused.

Turning on the lighter again, I shift the flame even closer this time, flicking its hot tip back and forth through the air over her clit. The moisture sizzles, and the scent fills my head.

Too much.

I quickly switch off the lighter, and then press one of the ice cubes against her.

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