Page 19 of Stuck with You

“Too bad. You can’t come until you thank me for your spanking like a good girl.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” I said obediently.

“Oh no, that’s not how you’re going to thank me,” she said, moving to unclasp my wrists from the restraints. “Not this time.”

I watched in confusion as she strode over to the spanking bench, leaning her hips against the edge and crossing her arms under her breasts. The movement made the short skirt of her dress inch up her shapely thighs. Thighs I’d never been allowed to touch.

I wanted to wear them like ear muffs.

“Crawl over here,” she ordered, pointing to a space on the floor in front of her. “It’s time for you to thank me properly.”

Obediently I dropped to all fours and moved across the floor, my face burning with the humiliation of crawling even while my body celebrated it. I’d realized over the last few weeks that I liked my pain with a touch of humiliation. One week Taylor made me stand in the corner, bare assed. Another time she made me sit at her feet at the bar like I was a pet dog. I’d loved it.

When I reached Taylor I pushed up to sit on my heels, placing my hands on my thighs like the good little submissive I was trying to be, and waited for instruction.

I heard a shuffle and saw Taylor lifting the hem of her dress, pulling it over her head and leaving it on the bench behind her. She was wearing black silky panties and a matching bra, the colors stark against her pale white skin. It was the first time I’d seen her without her clothes on. Her body was perfect, all lean muscle and womanly curves.

My heart raced with anticipation as I realized that finally – finally – I was going to get to touch her. I’d been nervous about confessing to Taylor tonight about wanting to reciprocate but now I was glad I did. I was tired of only daydreaming about making my domme come, I wanted to do it in real life.

“Remove these,” she said, gesturing to her panties.

I lifted my hand, but Taylor pushed it away. “With your teeth.”

I damn near came on the spot. I was so excited I couldn’t catch my breath. This was finally happening! My first full-on sexual experience with the woman I’d been lusting after for weeks.

Shuffling closer, I braced my hands on her waist then grabbed a hunk of her waistband in my teeth, drawing down one side of her panties, and then the other. I caught a whiff of her arousal as I slid them down past her knees, then she kicked the panties out of the way, revealing her pussy.

There was a patch of golden curls at the apex, but the rest of her pussy was bare and glistening with her arousal. I couldn’t wait to taste her cunt. When I licked my lips, Taylor groaned.

“This is your first time going down on a woman, right?” she confirmed.

I wondered if she’d forgotten that she’d asked me before if I’d had sex with a woman. Or maybe she was wondering if I’d hooked up with a woman since that time. As if I could even think about being with anyone – man or woman – besides Taylor.

I shook my head. “No ma’am. I’ve still never done anything else but kiss a woman.”

One side of her mouth quirked up in approval.

“Well now’s a great time to learn how to eat pussy,” she said. “Start off slowly and do what comes naturally. What feels good on your body. That’s a good start, and I’ll let you know what I like.”

I sent her a grateful smile for the instruction. Slowly, I ran my fingers up and down her glistening labia, feeling the texture and shape of her. Then I spread her lower lips apart, looking in awe at the beautiful pink folds I’d revealed. It probably sounded ridiculous, but I’d never seen a vagina up close, not even my own. I was surprised at how arousing it was just to look at her.

Finally I inserted a finger into her slit, moving it up and down, sliding through the moisture and experimenting with differentlevels of pressure to see what she liked. I watched Taylor closely, categorizing her responses to learn what she liked. After a few minutes she grabbed my hair and gave it a sharp tug.

“Insert a finger,” Taylor ordered. “Fuck me with your hand.”

I slid one finger inside her channel, pumping in and out slowly, and then leaned forward until I could touch her with my tongue. Taylor tasted different than any of the men I’d been with. Almost sweet, slightly tangy, I licked up her nectar like it was a delicacy. And when I got to the swollen bundle of nerves at the top, I gently sucked it between my lips and added suction, just the way I’d always liked it.

Taylor grabbed my head, grinding my face against her little pearl, getting herself off and teaching me what she liked. Gently I slid a second finger inside her, pumping my fingers in and out quickly. Taylor moaned, rolling her hips against my fingers. I could feel her inner walls making little tremors, telling me that she was close.

Determined to blow her mind, I ate Taylor out in earnest while searching for her G spot with my fingers. When I found it, I slid the pads of my fingers against the rough patch of tissue while biting down softly on her clit.

And that’s when Taylor broke apart.

Taylor

Iknew letting myself go with Aubrey was going to be a bad idea but right now I couldn’t remember why. Not while my entire body was quivering with aftershocks from one of the most explosive orgasms I’d ever had. For someone who’d never gotten a woman off before, my little submissive was quite gifted.

Then again, after six weeks of foreplay, she probably could have gotten me off without laying a finger on me. To say I’d already been primed to go off like a rocket was a huge understatement.

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