Page 49 of Release Me

I move on, this time with the paddle. After the first two hits, I can tell she hates it, so I stop.

“How are you feeling, Brynn? You didn’t need to use a safeword, which is good.”

“I’m okay, but I strongly dislike the paddle. If you hadn’t of stopped when you did, I would have used yellow after the next hit.”

She didn’t say sir, but I’m willing to excuse it this time.

“Okay. That’s very important information for me to know, thank you.”

Taking all of the instruments back to the armoire, I put them away and grab a feather. It’s time to ease her back into a place of pleasure before I reward her for what a good job she’s done today.

Starting at her feet, I tickle the feather along one leg, stopping just below her ass and removing it from her. Then I start with the opposite foot, and do the same. When I get to her ass again, I run the feather over both cheeks, before teasing her clit with the soft material.

This earns me a moan, and I continue for a bit longer before moving on. I caress her ass again before walking around the side of the bench and tracing the curves of her back. Goose bumps break out over her skin and I watch her eyes as they roll back in pleasure.

“You like this.”

“Yes, sir,” she whispers.

“Good. You’ve done an extremely good job today, Brynn. I’m very proud of you, and I’m going to enjoy rewarding you for it.”

“Thank you, sir.”

I lower myself onto the ground and place the feather next to me. Leaning in, I lap up the moisture that has collected between Brynn’s legs again. My chest warms and my dick hardens as she moans her pleasure so sweetly. Tonguing her asshole once more, I insert two fingers inside of her. Pushing them down toward her stomach, I rub circles around her inner walls, and I know I’ve already found her g-spot when she gasps and cries out in pleasure.

“Oh my god, D—sir,” she cries.

I move my fingers faster as my tongue moves in and out of her. Bringing her to the edge, I anxiously await for her request to orgasm.

“Fuuuck, don’t stop, don’t stop…” she begs. “Oh my god, I’m going to come. Please, sir. Please may I come?”

“Yes, Brynn. Come for me,” I command.

When I feel her muscles tense around my fingers, I remove them and watch as cum pours from her pussy. Opening my mouth, I catch as much of it as I can, and swallow it down. I watch her pussy contract and open again as more cum flows from it. This time, before she contracts again, I stick my fingers back inside of her and find that sweet spot once again. Fucking her pussy hard and fast, she comes again.

“Shit, I’m sorry. I’m sorry!”

I almost didn’t understand why she was apologizing, lost in my own paradise. Then it occurred to me. She didn’t ask permission. Without removing my fingers, I swat her behind with medium strength.

“Don’t do it again, Brynn. Or this will end a lot sooner than either of us wants it to.”

“Yes, sir,” she moans.

I remove my fingers from her pussy after that and stand. Bending over, my tongue continues licking over her skin, tasting her, darting in and out of her as my hands remove my belt and unfasten my pants. I push them to the ground before stepping out of them and kicking them toward the door, where I left my shoes earlier.

Standing upright again, I close the distance between Brynn and enter her. Her warm, tight hole feels incredible around my cock. I groan as I slide in and push myself through her as far as I can go.

“Fuck, Brynn. Being inside of you makes me feel things I’ve never felt before.”

Her moans quiet for a second before she seems to catch herself, and they begin again. I file it away to discuss later as I pull out and thrust back in hard and fast. Placing my hand on the small of her back, I rub her puckered hole with the pad of my thumb, increasing the pleasure she feels.

“Ohhh,” she whines. “I… I…”

“Say it, Brynn. Tell me what you want. Whatever it is, I’ll give it to you.”

“I want to come again, sir.”

Elated that even in the middle of her current state, she remembered one of my rules.

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