Page 55 of Fight Me Little Pearl

Smack!

"Owwww….Two."

"Are you alright, dear?" There is an edge of amusement in his voice. He clearly doesn’t think I can go the full ten.

I take a deep breath. "Check between my legs, Sir. You tell me."

He pulls his hand up higher for the next one. "When your girl displays a cheeky attitude, you know she's not getting punished… she’s enjoying herself. It is time to ramp it up a little."

Smack!

"Aww… Hey…”

“Count, Franchesca,” he reminds pleasantly.

I grit my teeth. “Three."

Smack!

"Four. Oh. Ouch."

Smack!

“Five, damn it.” It’s starting to really sting now, but I’m not giving him the gratification of thinking I can’t go the whole way.

His reflection smiles. “Remember no sneaking in stolen orgasms.”

“Orgasm? Are you kidding?” I scoff disdainfully.

He runs his finger along the crack of my dripping sex. “What have we here?” he asks conversationally as he plunges two fingers into my pussy. I’m so wet his fingers make a squelching sound. I moan with shock and pleasure.

"Oh-hh-hh..."

I watch him piston in and out a few times, then bring his glistening fingers up high, turning them this way and that.Satisfied with the amount of my lust coating them, he sticks them into my open mouth. I suck his fingers clean.

He pulls his fingers out and pushes them again into my sex. My body arches with need. When he withdraws his fingers this time he puts them into his own mouth. I see him close his eyes and savour the taste of my suffering. My ass is burning, but I’ve never been more turned on in my life.

Smack!

But this time he has positioned his hand in such a way part of it smacks my sex. I jump.

“Count, Francesca,” he reminds.

"Six." My voice is a high-pitched scream.

Smack!

Again his fingers hit my clit.

"Seven. Oh, wow!"

Smack!

"Eight! Oh!"

Smack!

Oh God. Now I understand what he meant by telling me not to sneak a stolen orgasm. "Nine."

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