Page 15 of Unwrap Me

“Good girl.” He rubs his palm over the reddened flesh, and my back arches on instinct, like I’m offering up more for him. When his touch is gone, I brace myself for the next one, trying not to scream when it hits my backside.

It’s a failed attempt though because as soon as I feel the tails of the flogger, I’m yelling, “Two. Thank you, Daddy.”

We go on like that, Chris landing blow after blow. By hit four, tears are rolling now my face and mythank yousare breathless.

By nine, I’m full-on sobbing, pressing my thighs tighter for some much-needed friction.

The last hit connects, and I scream from the pain of it before thanking him, my thighs shaking as he drops the flogger and begins to run his hands over my backside.

“You did so good, baby girl.” His voice is deep and soothing, and I lean into his touch. “You took those so well for me, thanking me each time. I’m proud of you, baby.” As he praises me, one hand moves lower, brushing over my bare, slick pussy. He hisses out a breath. “You’re soaked. Did taking my punishment turn you on, baby girl?”

I whimper, unable to answer as his fingers gently caress me. I buck my hips back, wanting nothing more than for him to dip his fingers inside me or play with my throbbing clit.

“Are you a little pain slut, Noelle?” Chris asks, mocking. In any other situation, that tone would make me angry, tint my vision with a red haze. But right now, from him? It has me grinding my hips back farther, searching for Chris’s hand to give me more.

“Tell me,” he demands, hand pausing its movements just above my clit. “Are you a little pain slut?”

“Yes,” I hiss.

“Say it.”

Something dark coils around my chest. The admission feels dirty and wrong. My mouth snaps shut, but him calling me names only seems to make my pussy ache more. So, I say it.

“Yes, Daddy. I’m a little pain slut.”

“Mylittle pain slut,” he adds, inserting his ownership over me. There’s an inferno building within me, rising in strength with every word out of Chris’s mouth.

“Do you want me to touch your needy pussy?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

It feels sinful to have my ass, still red from being spanked, lifted in the air as Chris finally slips a finger through my folds. He drags my juices up to my clit, swirling over the bundle of nerves in a way that makes me tremble. It won’t take long for me to come, not when I’m so worked up.

“You’re dripping down your thighs, Noelle,” Chris says, shame churns in my gut, which only seems to make me wetter. Something, I’m realizing Chris has figured out. “You love being spanked, don’t you? I’m not sure we can call it a punishment if you enjoy it this much. Next time, I’ll have to think of something better.”

Next time.Will there be a next time?

As his finger circles around my clit in the most delicious way, my body answers the question with a moan. If he’s willing, there will definitely be a next time.

I grind against his hand, my release right within my grasp, tension and heat mounting in my core. I’ve never been this turned on in my life, and I already know I’m about to have the best orgasm I’ve ever had.

And then Chris moves his fingers away from my clit and his palm comes down, smacking my pussy and making me yelp in shock. I whine long and loud, my body shaking at the loss of another orgasm and the stinging pain from where he slapped me.

“Shh,” he hushes me as he finds my entrance, pushing one finger inside me. “That’s denial, baby girl. And that’s your third punishment. Two more to go.” He thrusts his finger inside me with more force, and I whimper with tears in my eyes. I can hear how wet I am, embarrassment coating my cheeks at the sloppy sound. “What a wet little pussy, begging to be fucked,” he muses, humming to himself. “But first, I want you to suck my cock. Can you do that, baby girl?”

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“Yes, Daddy.” I’m in a haze as I drop to my knees. I can feel the sting on my ass as it brushes against the bed, but the pain only seems to make me needier. I can tell from the look in Chris’s eyes that he knows exactly what I’m feeling.

Slowly, his hand reaches forward, his palm warm against my chin as his thumb presses against the seam of my lips. “Open,” he says, and I do. Quickly. Willingly. As if I was made to obey him.

“Good girl.” His approval sends a spark of electricity down my spine. Sliding his thumb into my mouth, the taste is salty on my tongue, and then he adds the two fingers that were just inside me. I can taste myself on him. I should hate this, but that thought is brief and fleeting. Because I don’t hate it, not even in the slightest. I can feel my pussy twitch, my juices slickening my inner thighs, knowing I get to taste him next.

Chris presses his fingers back farther, forcing me to gag on them. “Do you think you’re ready to take my cock, Noelle?” he asks, one of his eyebrows lifting as he looks down at me.

“Yes, Daddy,” I say, or try to, as much as I can around his fingers. It comes out sounding garbled and pathetic, but Chris smiles.

Pulling his fingers from my mouth, he brings them to the buttons of his shirt first, opening them at an agonizingly slow place. Finally, he reaches the last one and sheds the material from his body. I’m afraid he’s about to fold it neatly like his blazer, elongating the process even more, but luckily, he tosses it to the side with my dress and moves to his belt instead.

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