Page 43 of Trapping His Darling

Fuck. It was hard to stay mad at the naked goddess before me when she was exceptional in every way. I decided to apply a gentle correction instead. It’s not like I had expressly forbidden her from using what was mine. I could let this small slight go, as a simple misunderstanding. She obviously didn’t mean to be naughty.

I gave her an indulgent smile. “Now it’s mine, and you need permission before you get off,” I warned. “Remember your promise?”

Pouting prettily, she nodded.

“Then stop being a bad girl. Remove your hand from my pussy, and no one gets seriously hurt.”

“Yes, sir.” With a heavy sigh, she reluctantly complied.

I captured her wrist and pulled it toward my mouth, my eyes lowering as I took in the shiny cream coating all the way up to her knuckles. I couldn’t help myself. I sucked her juices off her fingertips, causing her breath to hitch in her throat.

“Fucking delicious,” I groaned.

Her pussy was so soaked, I could smell it wafting up to my nostrils. I inhaled and leaned forward to swipe my tongueacross her throat. Tiffany drove me wild. My usually controlled demeanor went out the window where she was concerned.

After pulling Tiffany up to sit at the edge of the bed, I unbuckled my belt and opened my trousers, allowing my engorged cock to pop out and point straight at her mouth. She made me as hard as marble.

“Suck me,milyy,”I ordered. “Show me how sorry you are.”

She didn’t hesitate.

“Ah, that’s right, baby. Take it all the way in just like that. Yes, pump the base with your fist and slide your mouth up and down. You are fucking great at this, sweetie.” I felt a jolt of lightning race down my spine. “Oh my sweet, you are fucking fantastic.” If I hadn’t taken her virginity myself, I would think she was a pro, the way she had me teetering on the edge of climax.

Tiffany gagged only slightly as my warm, sticky spunk spurted into her mouth and coated her throat. She swallowed for all she was worth, and batted her eyes like she was enjoying the taste. She then removed my balls from their fabric constraints and licked every spot clean. I got hard again as her tongue dragged on the underside of my sac. From taint to tip, she worshiped my cock with her lips, licking and tasting the organ until it was rigid from want of her again.

I realized I would never get enough of her.

Tiffany squeaked when I pulled her to her feet and abruptly spun her around. I bent her face down over the mattress, then removed my belt from the trouser loops with a loud snap.

I raised the fine leather above my head, enjoying the sight of the lush blank canvas that I could color dark red whenever I saw fit.

“Touch yourself,” I directed.

I watched her lift her hips to fit her hand beneath her pelvis. Her slight change in breathing told me she was doing as I asked.

The belt came down on her backside with a loud crack. She cried out from the unexpected pain. A rosy stripe formed on her ass, but not as red as I wanted it to be.

“Keep going,milyy.This was what you wanted to do this morning, yes? To fuck your fingers?” I chuckled and lifted the belt again. “So get to fucking. You are not to stop until I say so.”

Exhilaration raced down my spine as I struck her again. She squirmed, not to get away from me, but to obey my command. Again, and again, and again, I struck until she was whimpering, and her hips barely moved.

“Naughty girl,” I admonished, lashing her again. “I didn’t say you could stop. I want to see you riding your hand hard. Ride it like it’s my cock.”

The encouragement seemed to work, and she resumed humping her hand while I whipped her ass.

“Good girl,” I groaned between smacks. “Get those fingers in that cunt.”

She cried out, shaking from her effort, crying in pain while coming on her hand. I could hear her soft pleas for mercy, while her panting breaths betrayed her pleasure.

“Mercy?” I tsked. “You just came without my permission.”

“Please, please, sir. Just fuck me until I’m your good girl again.”

Goddammit, I could come from her words alone.

I set aside the belt, retrieved cold cream from the bathroom, and came back to smother it on the angry welts. I was curious to know…

“When you’re a bad girl who has had an orgasm without permission, what kind of fucking do you think you deserve?”

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