Page 211 of Sinning for Santa

Slap.

Another squeak.

“Begin,” I demand, and she does.

“My devil. I bestow upon you my darkest sins, and ask that you bathe in my debauchery.”

Her words are rushed, her desperation already present, but tonight, I won’t let her rush this. She’ll get her pleasure soon enough, just as long as I find out why she wants this punishment to be severe.

“Divulge your sins, little mouse. Tell me everything bad you’ve done.”

I repeat the words I have so many times since that night in the chapel, our little ritual already making my cock hard.

“Lust,” she begins, using the seven deadly sins as she does every time now, like she revels in disobeying those religious rules that were drummed into her head. “I’ve had excessive sexual thoughts today. I’m so horny for the devil. I ache for him to fill me with his cum. I want every last drop he can give me, in every hole, a thousand times over. I want to drown in his seed.”

“Fuck,” I snap, whipping her bare arse again and this time she moans.

Since I’m going easy on her for now, she’s using her words to tease me, using my obsession with giving her my cum to get me riled up to fuck her.

“Gluttony,” she pants. “I went back for thirds at today’s wedding dinner. I took an extra bread roll,” she breathes, stopping for a moment before she tries to push me again. “And I considered slipping the chocolate covered strawberries inside me so you could eat them out of me tonight.”

Slap.

Another moan.

“Continue.” I bark, my cock as solid as stone now.

“Greed,” she moans, already squirming for more. “Last night, I ordered the Double Dipper I showed you online even though you told me I don’t need it. Because even though I don’t need it, I want to feel it inside me.”

SLAP!

A scream.

My cock weeps, and I know that lashing gave her the bite of pain she’s clearly trying to get me to give her by admitting to buying the sex toy I told her not to get.

“You’d better tell me when it arrives,” I hiss, recalling the two pronged device she wanted to try out after I mentioned I’d considered buying it to edge her. Now, she’s going to fucking regret going against me and buying it anyway.

“Yes, devil. I’ll tell you as soon as it arrives,” she pants, arching her arse up higher like she’s hungry for some friction.

“Continue.” I remind her, and she does.

“Sloth,” she whispers, and I can tell she’s fighting how aroused she is right now, because there’s something she wants to get off her chest, but clearly couldn’t do it outside of this session. “I pretended I was asleep this morning so you had to get up to do the kids’ breakfast so I didn’t have to, and when you were busy, I threw my birth control out.”

I growl, whipping her harder than I’d like to as she nearly makes me snap, knowing too well my desire to fill her with more babies has been a constant for the last eighteen months.

Fuck. She’s desperate for the pain.

Her scream is loud and long, and I rub my hand over the red raised skin on her arse as I force her legs wider with my feet.

She’s panting, and probably wondering if she should use the safe word, because I’ve never whipped her that hardbefore, which naturally makes me feel like shit, even though it’s what she asked for.

“Wrath!” she yells, sounding really pissed now, and I undo my pants and slip out of them as I wait for her to speak.

I want to be ready for her, because it’s only going to get worse for her before it gets better, and she knows it.

“I want to take that whip and slap your face with it,” she snaps, and I smirk, aiming for her other arse cheek this time as I whip her hard.

“Ouch, fuck me, Devon. One day you’re gonna wake up tied to something and I’m gonna see how much you like it.”

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