Page 71 of Twisted Little Thing

"No!" he warns, only looking up for a mere second to make sure that my hands go right back where they belong.

The ribbon is still tied around my wrists, but I can feel that the knot is slightly loosened due to my renewed yanking. I place my hands back above my head, breathing heavily as I am still coping with the pain from the surprise slap. Slowly but steadily, the pulsating ache is turning into the warm afterglow I have come to appreciate too much.

His tongue is back between my legs, spoiling me endlessly as he continues to taste me. I groan with lust – and silently wish for more. More of him. More pain even.

As if he could read my mind, his other hand flies across my left breast. The pain is immense, especially since he did a better job at hitting my nipple this time. But despite the teary eyes and the anguished cry with which I greet his gesture, I somehow manage to control my arms and leave them where they ought to be.

The painful slaps did cut into my delicious vertigo and caused me to widen my eyes with inconvenient clarity.

But just for a split second.

I sigh and moan as I relish the sweet afterglow that adds to my pleasure.

I give up. If he wants me to come, I will. Right now.

"I'm gonna c –" I utter but never finish the sentence.

His timing is perfect. Just as the first few waves of my orgasm take a hold of me, he adds another two slaps. One on each side – and without letting his tongue rest.

I explode beneath him, helplessly squirming and moaning as my climax takes over and obscures the world around me.

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