Page 39 of Tamed for Her Pleasure

“I like this pretty gown,” he says, his big hand cupping my breast through the material. The familiar glint in his eyes is all the warning I get before he grasps the neckline and tugs it down roughly.

I gasp. There is a distinct tearing sound before my breasts are free and exposed to his lustful gaze.

“There,” he says. He brushes his fingertips lightly over the underside of one breast, making me shiver. “Much better.”

My nipples pucker as he continues his slow torment, using fingertips to draw circles around the heavy globes, but avoiding my nipples which makes them grow ever tauter.

My breathing turns choppy. I convince myself I do not want any more pleasure even as I push wantonly into his touch.

He smirks and lowers his hand. “Over you go, mate.”

With a huff, I reach to adjust my dress neckline.

“Ah-ah.” He tugs my hand away. “I like you like that.”

My pussy performs a slow clench. The alpha is wicked, and damn it, how I love it.

As elegantly as I can muster, I brace myself over his lap. My breasts are crushed against his thigh. He shifts me to his liking,lifting my ass higher and bringing me forward so my breasts hang lewdly down one side.

His hand is on my bottom, stroking over the flesh. He purrs: deep, rumbly, and content in nature.

I try to blow my hair out of the way and glance to the side, only to be arrested by the vision we make.

A hot flush sweeps the entire top of my body as I watch Alfred in the mirror. He is watching himself handle me, his eyes hooded, his expression one of satisfaction that he reflects in the purr.

Only I don’t recognize the woman in the mirror as me. With her flushed face, dark hair, flashing eyes, her beautiful gown all rumpled up, and her naked bottom on display. Her breasts hang down like an offering. One he accepts as he reaches to toy idly with her nipple.

I moan, unable to tear my gaze away. I know he is going to spank me, for he stops playing with my breasts, puts his hand in the center of my back, and presses down. His other hand comes up and then lowers again to a resounding crack.

I snap my gaze away, unable to watch anymore as he peppers first one bottom cheek and then the other, with those big, broad palms. The sting is bearable at first but soon grows and encompasses the entire surface of my ass.

I bite my lip, determined not to let any sounds out. But soon, it is impossible, and I beg him to stop. He pauses, growling, and I glance at the mirror and find him staring at my ass as he cups one rosy cheek.

Only, now that he has stopped, I feel a throbbing in my core.

“Such a pretty little ass,” he says. “All plump and pink. Ready for the belt.”

My breath catches. I go to stammer a protest, but his fingers are moving, dipping between the slick folds, and then, with breathtaking slowness, penetrating me. I soar high on the visionof him touching me there as much as the feel of him doing it. It is like a double carnal blow. My breath stutters. I am unbearably close.

He pushes a second finger inside me and all those inner muscles, so recently used, ache even as the sweet nerves zing. I am only a little sore and think I would come quickly if only he would pet my clit. He takes his hand away, just when I feel myself teetering upon the brink, and stuffs his drenched fingers into his mouth, then sucks with a noisy rumbly purr.

“Gods, your cunt is a test,” he says, and opening his eyes, he grins. “You have been a good girl taking the first part of your punishment well. I shall only use the belt five times.”

I turn away, staring at the green carpet before putting my head in my hands like I might hide from this. My pussy is gushing. I feel it trickling down, and I cannot stop clenching.

I hear a faint whoosh, followed by acrack, before pain explodes across my ass.

I squeal. He pins me tightly. “That is one.”

“You cannot mean?—”

Crack!

“Oh—”

Crack! Crack!

“No more.” I have lost count…. Has he finished?

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