Page 60 of Enticing Monsters

He only pauses for a moment before the next one hits, this one even harder, making me yelp as it lands.

“Two, sir.”

Again, he rubs in the sting, letting the heat sink into my skin. “Good girl. Are you liking your spanking, Serafina?”

“No, sir,” I lie without a qualm, even as I shift my hips, trying to get more pressure on my clit.

I’m so damn close to the edge already. All I need is just a little bit more to get me over the edge.

Three fast, sharp slaps land on the backs of my thighs, making me cry out and unsure if I want to arch into the blows or away from them.

He leans down until his lips are right next to my ear. “Little liar,” he whispers. “If you won’t tell me the truth, I’ll just have to find out myself.”

A rending noise meets my ears, and I see the scraps of what used to be my leggings tossed onto the floor beside me.

“Hey!” I object.

I liked those.

“If you’d been honest, they’d still be in one piece,” he tells me with another sharp smack.

“That’s got to be ten,” I whine, though I know we’re nowhere near it, and part of me doesn’t want him to stop.

“You know it’s not. Besides, those last few weren’t part of your punishment. They were for your momentary disobedience.” His fingers lightly stroke over my folds, and I gasp, trying to arch my back and get his fingers where I need them.

He moves them in front of my eyes so I can see that they’re coated in my wetness.

“You are definitely enjoying this. One day, you’ll lick my fingers clean, but for today, I can’t resist tasting you,” he tells me as his fingers move out of my line of vision while I groan.

The idea of him licking me off of himself has heat flaring inside of me, and I know my thighs are coated. I want to watch him clean his fingers, see him taste me…

“You’re enjoying this too much. Maybe I should stop.”

“No!” The word tears from me, and heat pools in my cheeks.

He’s teased me for so long, all I want now is to come.

“No?” he challenges me, his fingers dancing over my inner thighs, swirling in the wetness staining me.

“No, sir,” I hurry to correct myself.

He makes a light humming noise in his throat before stroking my ass again. “So fucking pretty. I love how your ass looks all warm and pink. It’d be even more gorgeous hot and red. Eight more. Be a good girl and count them for me.”

He begins to land harsh blows against me, peppering my entire ass, and I know there won’t be a single unmarked spot left when he’s done.

I manage to call out each smack, but the words get more garbled with every blow. “Ten! Please, sir!”

“You took that so well,” he praises me, stroking a soothing hand down my back as I slump over his knees. “Does my girl need something?” he murmurs to me, his fingers dancing so close to where I need them before moving away again.

“Yes! Please, sir! Please make me come.” I’m past the point of caring if I beg him. I’m so wound up, so close to the edge that my body is begging to go over…

It’s been too long since I’ve let myself drown in pleasure, and though I didn’t know a spanking could make me reach this point, I’m not about to turn it down.

“Normally, I don’t reward bad behavior, Ms. Jenkins,” he tells me firmly, even as he flips me over to lie on the bed, his shadows spreading my arms so I’m laid out completely spread-eagle for him. “But I want you entering Faerie still feeling me, knowing the pleasure I can bring you, and make sure you’ll come back to me so I can do it all over again.”

I moan my approval, thrusting my hips up, needing him inside of me.

“Oh no, Serafina. You aren’t getting my cock just yet. Especially after being such a naughty girl.”

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