Page 39 of Bristol

“On the bed, face the wall,” he commands.

I will do anything he asks me to. If he told me to dance on my fucking head, I’d do it. Just touch me.

I kneel on the bed facing the wall, my hands still bound behind my back while I wait for further instruction. My eyes are covered by something soft and silky, and everything goes dark. I feel a surge of panic but press it down. I trust Sebastian, wholly. He won’t do anything to hurt me. I keep telling myself that until the heavy feeling lurking in my chest subsides.

He distracts me in an instant when he tugs on the nipple clamp, making it pinch a little harder. The bite of it makes me moan and I rub my thighs together. Searching for the slightest inkling of pleasure. His fingers glide over my clit softly, evoking a soft cry from my throat.

“Bash,” I pant, letting my head drop backward.

He tightens one of the clamps and I cry out at the sharp pain that shoots through my nipple. The pain quickly morphs into pleasure, and I feel myself getting wetter. Slicker. My arousal coats his fingers that are slowly pumping in and out of me, finding my clit for only a moment after a few strokes before plunging his thick fingers back into my wet pussy.

The constant pulse on my nipples, the blindfold, the rope around my wrists. It’s overwhelming. My body is wound tight, so close to an orgasm that I feel like I’m going to explode at any second.

I’m riding Sebastian’s fingers and just when I think it can’t get any better, his thumb circles my clit. I grind into him, my orgasm building quickly.

“Do not come, Bristol,” he whispers at my neck, his breath hot and making the hairs stand at attention where it brushed across my skin.

“Or what?” I challenge.

“Or I’m going to spank you so hard you will be unable sit on your pretty little ass tomorrow.”

His words send a shock of excitement rushing straight to my core.

“Fuck,” I moan as my orgasm threatens to explode like a ticking time bomb.

“Don’t,” he whispers, sinking his teeth into my shoulder.

He pumps a finger inside slowly until his palm is flush against my clit. I circle my hips, biting down on my lip at how fucking good it feels. His fingers inside me. My nipples pinched tightly in clamps. My clit exposed and pinched perfectly so that every circle I make with my hips is intoxicating. The darkness and illusion of it all makes it that much sweeter.

Sebastian adds another finger inside me, making me come so hard that my body jolts, curling in on itself. He doesn’t stop. He keeps moving at the same amazing, orgasmic pace. I’m still coming when he pulls his fingers from between my legs and replaces them with his mouth.

I jump at the surprise of his warm tongue running the length of my slit. He’s soft and slow at first. A slow glide of his tongue from my throbbing clit and back down inside me. One. Two. Three. Four times. If he keeps at this pace I’m going to come again and then I’m really not going to be able sit down tomorrow.

The thought of him spanking me gives me goosebumps and I need more. I rock my hips, making his tongue hit the sweet spot on my swollen clit. His hand reaches up and tugs on the chain hanging down from my nipples.

“Yes, Bash!” I cry.

His mouth abruptly pulls away from my aching core, leaving me breathless and feeling so empty. I whimper at the loss of touch but it doesn’t last.

“Lean forward,” he demands from behind me.

I obey, happily. My ass is in the air, my face buried into the pillows. Smack. I hear it a millisecond before I feel the burning sting on my ass cheek.

“Ahh!” I shout.

“What did I tell you?” He asks.

Smack. Another blow to the same spot.

“Not to,” I pant. My whole body is frigid. Tense. Awaiting the next blow. Awaiting the next wave of pleasure that follows every fucking ounce of stinging that radiates across my skin.

The sound of something humming through the air with speed has me biting down into the pillow in anticipation before the next slap. He repeats the process on the other ass cheek until I am out of breath and almost begging for release.

He hits me one more time as he slams into me, filling me with his thick cock. I come hard around him as soon as he enters and when he picks the pace up, I don’t think I ever stop. His familiar grip on my hips is going to leave a bruise with how tight he’s holding onto me, but the thought only excites me further.

He pounds into me as I continue coming around him until he finds his own release, pulling out at the last second. The sounds he makes when he’s pleasured and feeling the spray of his hot come on my assaulted ass cheeks is blissful. I’m flooded with so many emotions as I reel from my orgasm. From Sebastian’s spanking. From the day. From the year. Everything is heavy and tears begin streaming down my face without my permission.

The bed shifts and the lack of his warmth behind me makes me shiver. I hear Sebastian’s footsteps approaching and then his hands are undoing the ropes binding my wrists. Then removing the clamps. Then the blindfold. I look at him through teary eyes and when he sees my tears his whole demeanor shifts. He stiffens and eyes me with a panicked stare.

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