Page 42 of Rebound

“Isaiddon’t come.”

He carries on stroking the sensitive bud between my legs, continues fucking me with his finger, doesn’t stop biting my neck and gently gripping my throat. It’s too much, and he must know that. “If you come, I’ll have to punish you.”

The raw growl, the promise wrapped up in a threat, is what pushes me over. He’s too skillful to resist, and this whole scenario is too hot for me to survive. My orgasm rips through me, tearing from my pussy to every single cell in my body. I throw my head back, my hands grasping, my pussy walls clenching around his fingers. He holds me steady and helps me wring every last drop of pleasure from that orgasm. But as soon as I’m done, I feel his breath on my ear. “I told you not to come, Amber. You disobeyed me again. No more warnings.”

I try to pull away as he leads me by the hand. “What’s happening? W-what are you going to do?”

“I’m going to punish you. You’ve been a naughty girl, and we all know that little brats need discipline, don’t we?”

“Oh god… B-but what if I don’t want to be punished?”

He tugs on my hand, and I slam into the solid wall of his chest. My hands fly up to his shoulders to steady myself. “If you don’t want me to, tell me to stop. Or you use a safe word. In your case, let’s use ‘princess,’ shall we?”

“No, I don’t like that safe word.”

I sound petulant, like a spoiled teenager, and I am amazed at how easily I slip into the game. “Well, you’ve just proven my point, Amber—princess it is.”

I stagger along, completely unable to see where I’m going, my bare feet sinking into the plush carpet. He keeps hold of my hand until he drops lower, and I assume he’s sitting on the edge of the bed. He pulls me toward him, and I feel his thighs on either side of me. My flailing hands find his head. He tugs me closer and wraps his arms around me. “I’m going to spank you now, Amber. Would you prefer to be on your knees or over my lap?” He squeezes my ass hard as he speaks, making me jump.

“I’d prefer neither,” I snap. “I’m not a child.”

“No.” One finger slides along my pussy. He flicks it over my sensitive clit, then pushes it inside me. “You’re really not. You’re all woman, but tonight, we are playing a game, and we’re playing by my rules. Now, on your knees or over my lap?”

I bite my lip. Fuck, I really don’t know. I’ve never done this before. “On my knees.”

“‘On my knees,’ what? Show a little respect.” He pulls his finger out of me with a wet sound.

“On my knees, sir. Please.”

“That’s better… But I could tell you didn’t mean it. I supposed that means we’ll do this my way.”

Before I know it, I’m lying across his lap, spread over his powerful thighs. My head falls to the bed, and I wriggle around, trying to escape. He keeps one big hand between my shoulders, holding me in place. “Just say the word. Princess.”

“Fuck you.”

“No, that’s not it, but don’t worry, I will most definitely be fucking you. Your ass, by the way, is incredible. You could base a whole religion on this ass. People would come from miles around to worship it.”

He runs his hands down my backside, gentle and reverent. He takes his time, and it’s sexy as hell. Without any warning, he slaps me so hard I squeal. The sound of his hand hitting my flesh makes a cracking noise, and he follows it up with another. It hurts, but I enjoy it far more than I thought I would. There’s something so liberating about him holding me here, his palm coming down on my skin, me yelping and writhing while he focuses on what he’s doing. I’m still blindfolded, but I can picture his face: the look of solemn concentration as he spanks me, pupils dilated, fire in his deep gray eyes.

He stops as suddenly as he started and smooths his hands across my sore flesh, tenderly rubbing away the sting. “Oh baby, you should see your ass now… bright red. I’m tempted to take a fucking picture.”

I think he’s finished and try to push myself up.

“Oh no, not yet. I think this fine specimen can take a little more, don’t you?”

Shit. It really is sore now. But I want to please him, and I want him to touch me more. And I need to see where this leads. “Yes,” I whisper.

“Yes, what? I didn’t hear you.”

“Yes please, sir,” I murmur, raising my backside slightly, my hands clutching the sheets beneath me.

“Good girl. You’re better behaved already.”

When the next slap comes, it’s on the back of my thighs, and I shout my surprise. He works his way back up to my backside and continues to deliver his stinging blows. By the time he finally finishes, tears are trickling from my eyes and I’m trembling.

Again, he rubs his hands softly over my skin, stroking and reassuring. “You look perfect like this. I know you’re sore, baby, but you’re so wet. I can feel you through my pants.”

My cheeks blaze, and I try to squirm away. I am clearly a pervert on top of everything else. “Don’t be ashamed,” he says, holding me still. “I’m sure you can tell how much I’m enjoying this too.”

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