Page 53 of Selfish Desires

Vincent’s pace quickened, his fingers thrusting harder and deeper inside me. I felt an orgasm building when he abruptly stopped his ministrations. I protested, but he only chuckled lowly. “Not yet.”

With a final swat of the paddle just below my tailbone, making me arch my back in surprise, Vincent spun me around to face him. Even though I couldn’t see him, I sensed his intense gaze.

“Now beg.” His voice was low and commanding as he gripped my hips tightly, pushing until I was on my back, on the mattress.

“Please,” I whispered, barely recognizing my voice's desperation. I reached out blindly, my fingers grazing over his heated skin, tracing the muscular contours of his stomach.

His hands pinned mine above my head, our bodies pressed together in a tight embrace that left no room for escape. His hard length rubbed teasingly against my wet folds, eliciting a sharp gasp from me as I struggled to contain the desperate need coursing through my veins.

“Please...Vincent.” My voice cracked under the strain of desire as I fought against the urge to grind against him. “I need to feel your cock in me.”

“Where do you want my cock?” Vincent’s finger traced my bottom lip before sinking the digit slowly into my mouth, pumping a few times.

“I want your cock...in my pussy,” I managed to gasp out around his digit, my tongue swirling around it eagerly.

Vincent removed his finger from my mouth, replacing it with his lips as he kissed me deeply. Our tongues tangled and danced, the taste of him all-consuming. His hard dick, oozing with pre-cum, rubbed against my slick folds once more, the teasing contact driving me wild. And then he removed the blindfold in one swift move, but my eyes remained closed. Vincent broke our kiss, his deep-set orbs gazing at me as I opened my eyes.

“I thought you wanted to be punished?” Vincent asked, his body looming over mine.

“I do.” My voice shook with anticipation. “But I need you more.”

A predatory grin spread across his face as he leaned down, nipping at my earlobe before whispering, “Then beg me again.”

I moaned in response, my hips arching up in desperate need of him. “Please... Sir.”

Vincent’s face stayed straight, but a glimmer of light flashed across his eyes as he rolled me onto my stomach. His fingers traced from the top of my spine, down its middle, between my ass, and stopped at the wet entrance to my trembling pussy. Vincent’s body leaned to the side as I felt him reach for something.

“You asked to be punished, so now you’re going to be punished.”

And then I realized he reached for the paddle.

“We’ll start with a set of eight,” Vincent warned, suspending the paddle in the air as my body trembled in response. “You’ll count out loud.”

“Wait, but we just did eight.” My voice cracked.

“We can always stop. Just say the word,” Vincent reassured, smoothing the slightly puckered skin from the earlier paddling.

“I’m ready,” I replied, my voice mundane. I pressed my face into the pillow, bracing myself for the first swat.

Vincent lowered his hand, the paddle hitting my ass with a sharp smack that pierced the room. A strangled gasp escaped me as the stinging pain spread. “One,” I managed to say. The paddle came down again, harder this time.

“Two,” I whimpered. Each number counted like a plea for mercy and a demand for more in the same breath. Opening my eyes, I focused on my left hand and the pink rock glistening on my finger as I fisted the sheets. The third hit came slower, more deliberate. The smooth wood of the paddle bit into my skin, leaving a lingering sting and an almost intoxicating warmth. “Three.”

Vincent ran his hands over my ass, soothing the sting before he struck again. This time, I could barely get out the count. “F-four.”

The fifth was close to the edge of my tolerance, but this was what I wanted, what I had asked for. Vincent's touch was demanding but not unkind, setting a rhythm of pain and pleasure that was impossible to resist. “Five.”

I could hardly breathe by the time he got to six and seven. My whimpers of pain were melting into husky groans of pleasure as my body became increasingly sensitive to his touch.

“Eight,” I finally breathed out when the last stroke of the paddle connected with my already throbbing ass. Vincent tossed aside the paddle and pulled me into his arms, his bare chest warm against my back, his hands roaming over my body in slow caresses that eased away some of the pain. The pads of his fingers traced lazy circles around my clit as pleasure flowed throughout every inch of my body, leaving my knees trembling. Vincent continued to assault my clit until the familiar tightening of my stomach signaled my orgasm was near.

“You’re so fucking beautiful like this. My beautiful, good girl. Mine forever.” His other hand reached for my breast, finding a tight nipple and twisting it.

And then my orgasm crashed over me, sending me into a delicious spiral as a rush of juices left my pussy, coming all over Vincent’s fingers as I rode his hand, wave after rippling wave of ecstasy. The moment my body began to relax, Vincent's fingers sped up. My breath hitched as he continued to pump into me, chasing my orgasm with a second one until I was crying out his name, my voice echoing against the walls of the room.

“Vincent!” I screamed, my body tensing as I spilled over his hand once again. This time, when the convulsion ended, Vincent left me to recover, gently withdrawing his fingers from inside me and pressing a trail of light kisses down my spine.

I let out a shuddered breath, feeling heat spreading across my cheeks when he whispered against my skin, “Are you okay?”

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