Page 51 of Dominate Me

I grunted and groaned into the gag, clenched my eyes tight and bit into the ball shoved into my mouth trying to absorb the pain and surprise of each stinging smack.

Soon, I was arching back into his unrelenting pace until his hand swiped against my ass, and he murmured soothing phrases. I barely heard his whispered praises, but they were back.Pretty girlandgood girlandbeautiful sub,he spoke them all while I tried to bite down on the gag smothering my screams of pain mixed with bliss.

He stopped the spanking and rubbed large smooth circles.

“Good job, pretty girl,” he crooned, leaning forward and pressing his lips against my spine. He trailed kisses down the length of my back, and I squirmed against my restraint, catching my breath and arching into him.

“You can take more, okay? You’re doing so well.”

An unintelligible sound escaped my gagged throat. I couldn’t. I didn’t want to. I wanted him to end this. Arousal dripped down my thighs and I was so swollen, so achy for him.

His fingers trailed down that very spot, making me jump. “See? You’re holding it in. I’m proud of you.”

A breath fell from me. Another garbled sound.

His hand smoothed down my ass. “I’m using a paddle. Ten hits and then I’m going to fuck you. You won’t come, understand?”

I jumped in my restraints. My hands curled into fists. I screamed his name but it came out muffled.

He’d driven me to insanity, to the brink with only spankings and praises. Drool dripped from my mouth like I was the animal he’d had crawl across the floor.

This time, there was no shame. No embarrassment.

There was sheer longing boiling my veins, making me sweat.

His hands moved up my back to my shoulder and he squeezed them, rubbing out the tension while his lips brushed my ear.

“My pretty sub, my beautiful girl.”

I whimpered as he lined his chest to my back. His thick cock running through my crease. And remembering last weekend and how it felt to have a plug inside me, how much I wanted him inside me, I tightened around him, making him chuckle.

“Don’t worry about that either.” I searched for him, looking over my shoulder, and when our gazes met, his eyes were glimmering. Excitement shined. “I’ll take your ass, too.”

Another whimper. Another squirm. I could orgasm from his words alone.

“Now take your paddling. And remember not to come.”

I whined loudly and he shushed me with a glare. My hand squeezed around the yellow ball in my hand and I prepared myself.

A paddle.

How had I come to be this person?

How had I come to love it?

I screamed at the first smack of wood on my ass. “One,” he said, counting for me.

His pace was slower with the paddle than his hand. But his strikes no less forceful. My ass was on fire, sending the flames to the tips of my toes and my fingers, and I was a screaming, pained and pleasured, ecstatic mess by the time he reached seven.

He paused and I tried to catch my breath.

“You can drop the ball,” he reminded me, with no disappointment in his voice. Just concern...he was paying attention to me.

I tightened my fist.

I had chosen to trust him. I called his name again through the gag as the paddle smacked me again. And then two more times.

The fire was burning hard in my body as he bent over me, and just as he pushed his erection inside me, my body was a quivering mess.

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