Page 48 of Royal Pain

Evangeline shifted back and forth, her breaths long and deep. Only when it appeared she was ready did I add the second one. She gasped for air, her eyes rolling in the back of her head.

“Breathe and you’ll feel entirely different in a few minutes.”

I could tell she was ready to retort, which made me grin like a kid. There was a silver chain between the two and after two full minutes had passed, I tugged gently.

“Shit.” The single exclamation was followed with a groan. “I have a potty mouth.”

Her statement was hilarious. “I’ll let you in on a secret. So do I. With pain comes the act of pleasure. Are you ready?”

“Uh-huh. Oh, yes, sir.”

It was sheer joy rubbing my fingers down her stomach to her glistening pussy. I wanted to do very bad things to her. I could. And I would. But for now, it was time to highlight the extreme rapture of both sides of the equation.

The swing was at a perfect height to allow me to bend over, partaking in the luscious feast in front of me.

“Oh, my.” Her breathless whisper was followed by several tosses of her head. I could tell the anguish was blinding but no more so than the first few minutes of a spanking. It wasn’t that she was a pain junkie but enjoyed the dichotomy of feeling. Her emotions and senses had been dulled for so long, I was surprised she could so easily balance the rapture and agony.

As I rolled my index finger around her clit, she bucked up from the swing as much as her shackles allowed. Even the way her breath was skipping was delightful, a huge turn-on for a man like me who’d been with mostly jaded, practiced women.

I wanted to toy with her for a little longer but damn if the draw to her wasn’t far too intense. I flicked my finger back and forth across her clit a few times before pinching the tender bud.

“Jesus. Oh, God. You are…” Her laugh was clipped, her long eyelashes skimming across her cheeks. She was already glowing, which was incredible. The chemistry we shared was tremendous.

I was able to brush my fingers up and down the inside of both thighs. Then I couldn’t take it any longer, leaning over and blowing hot air across her wet pussy. It pulsed when I did, the woman making tiny murmurs. Which, of course, was another powerful aphrodisiac.

My control with her was usually shot within the first few seconds. I did what I could, including tugging on the chain. Her moans became louder, her fingers flexing and fisting as she squirmed. I finally buried my face into her wetness, dragging my tongue up and down the length.

She was wide open for me, so much so that I could do this for hours. However, all good things came with patience. For both of us. I licked her furiously for a few seconds, eventually sucking on her clit again. Her moans of rapture continued, her eyes now completely closed. She had no idea just how beautiful she truly was.

I continued alternating for another couple of minutes. When I pulled away, she gasped, eyeing me as if she knew I had something else up my sleeve.

Of course I did. Another layer. Another taste. I showed her the tawse, a beginner’s tool at best, and she seemed more nervous than before. My guess was she was trying to figure out what I was going to use it on.

I took my time, rolling the two leather ends down from her neck to her chest, swirling the strands around in a circle on her stomach. I drifted it from one leg to the other, watching her every reaction.

“Agony. Rapture. They go hand in hand.”

She almost seemed mesmerized by what I was saying, her eyes opening wide. I was finished with the clamps, gently easing one off then the other. Her gasps of relief were to be expected. Just the way her luscious lips twisted was delightful. I immediately shifted gears, taking one purple nipple into my mouth. This was meant to be soothing, not as sexual.

Yet.

But that would change.

When I was certain I’d spent enough time with both, enjoying the way her head was lolled to the side, I cracked the tawse against her pussy. It wasn’t very hard, but the snapping sound of my wrist brought her to full attention.

She stretched her hands again, doing her best to jerk up from the swing. “You are…”

“Be careful, sweet submissive. I might be many things.” I grinned and immediately returned my head to her pussy, using a combination of my fingers and tongue, driving them as deep inside as possible.

She whimpered and undulated, her eyelids once again floating across her shimmering cheeks. I could tell within seconds she was rolling in ecstasy.

I repeated my actions several times, driving her to the precipice of coming before backing down completely, licking lightly. Therewas no doubt the combination was driving her crazy. And I loved every second of it.

As Evangeline tossed her head back and forth, I was consumed with her scent. Her desire was increasing, her body bucking more than before. The taste of her was perfect. After one more slap with the tawse, I tossed it aside. My hunger was too great to ignore. I licked her feverishly, doing my best not to lose my concentration.

“Uh. Uh. Uh. I’m going to…”

“Come for me, woman. Come.”

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