Page 135 of Enthrall
My breaths were faster now, my legs trembling, my nipples straining against their silver captors.
“You may have noticed I don’t like asking twice,” he said.
I arched my back and pushed out my buttocks just as I’d done on the table. Every part of me wanted this, needed this, and there came an unfamiliar desire to fall at his feet, beg for forgiveness. Beg for more.
The whack to my butt came hard and I flew forward. He waited until I’d repositioned myself and then gave twenty or so slow gentle pats over where he’d struck me.
Another fierce strike.
“I’m waiting for you not to move.” Richard ran his fingers over my butt. “I need to see you deserve your reward.”
Bracing, I offered myself, wanting that slow burn of each strike that somehow made my clit deliciously pulse. The paddle came down hard and yet this time I managed not to flinch, instead remaining still, obeying. He dropped the paddle and wrapped his arm around my waist. His hand slid over my belly and down, his fingers finding me and expertly playing with that sweetest place.
“You like your reward?” he said.
“Yes.”
He stopped.
“Sir.”
Richard’s hand slid over my buttocks, caressing the flesh and softening the sting. I let out a long moan.
“Back into position,” he commanded.
It felt easier this time knowing what followed was a mind-blowing reward, if only I could remain still. Richard used the paddle again. Another strike, and another, but I so wanted my reward I buried all resistance.
He turned me around so that my back was now against the wall. My skin felt flushed and sensitive. He eased himself between me and the wall so that it was his back that met the brick and mine was against his muscular front, pulled into a hug. Richard’s left hand reached for my groin and he eased apart my nether lips, exposing me. Proficiently holding me in this delicate pose, he used his right hand to bestow erotic slaps to my clit, and my cries responded to these shockwaves of bliss.
A dazzling throbbing. “Oh, please,” I moaned.
“Silence, Mia.”
My mewling echoed as he prolonged my indulgence by timing split-second pauses between each slap, perfectly maintaining this exquisite throb. With each one my body shuddered, anticipating the next, and the next, and the next...
Enthralled, I gave myself over completely.
Unrelenting, he continued to spank my pussy, sending seamless charges of pleasure through it, and I reveled in the sound of his slaps. The soprano sang ever higher, notes lifting and falling, dancing around us and sharing our intimacy.
Ecstasy.
The slapping ceased and his fingers took on their own rhythm, flickering faster, sending me over the edge and beyond. My orgasm shuddered through me as air snatched from my lungs, shattering me into a million pieces of nothingness.
Richard held me still until those last few shudders left me and I could breathe again, my strength barely returning to my wobbly legs. I wanted to turn and bury my head in his chest but Richard slid out from behind me, his expression of sternness not changing.
The nipple clamps came off and he guided me back over to the table where he lifted me up, my legs dangling over the side.
“You’ve been a good girl,” he said, ripping a condom packet open. “Time to be rewarded.”
Though not sure if I could take any more pleasure, my gaze fell upon Richard’s cock, which was rock hard, and I yearned for it to be inside of me. He nudged me back so that I lay staring up at the ceiling and he lay upon me, grabbing my hands and easing them above my head.
My back arched when he entered me, tight and full, all the way to the hilt. The pleasure of his first thrust lessening the pain of this inner tautness. My channel tightened around his thickness and rippled with pleasure.
“You belong to me, Mia.”
“Yes, sir.” I wrapped my legs around him. “Yours.”
He thundered above, sending delicious spasms into me and my back arched. My moans were suppressed only by his kiss.
