Page 107 of Vicious Heir

Another spank and another. I buck against the silk cord at my wrists but can’t get them off. He pats me then with his hand, rubbing gently, sliding a hand between my legs. He cups my pussy, and it’s only then that I realize how dripping wet I am. I’m tingling all over, my nipples hard, all my senses heightened.

“That’s my girl,” he coos, rubbing nice and slowly. Still teasing, the rotten bastard. “You want more.”

“I want you.”

“That’s the same thing.” Another spank. This time, it’s his hand. I can feel the difference in the texture, which is surprising.

“I like your hand better,” I say, raising my hips, daring him to do it again.

He gives me what I want, but it’s the paddle. I groan, falling back down.

“Too eager,” he admonishes. “You greedy little slut. Shoving your ass out there and begging me to spank you.” His fist wraps into my hair. I gasp in surprise as he tugs. “What a filthy fucking girl.”

I whimper and try to answer, but he kisses me. His tongue forces into my mouth, and I moan on it. God, I love this kiss so much. It’s the balm to my stinging ass. But the bliss is short-lived. He spanks me again with the paddle, alternating pleasure and pain as he teases my pussy.

Over and over again. He strings me out. Right when I think he’s going to finally throw me over the edge, he calls me his filthy slut and pulls back.

I’m writhing. I don’t know how long this has been going on. Ten minutes? Ten hours? He could tell me we’ve been in this room for ten years, and I’d believe him.

I’m buzzing with how badly I want to come. Every inch of my skin is on fire for him. If he slips his cock inside me, I know I’m going to break instantly. One stroke of my clit. One brush of his tongue. I’ll be ruined.

Instead, I feel his dick brush against my lips. “Open,” he orders, and I do it eagerly. I take his head into my mouth, but he’s rough and slides it in deeper. When he reaches my throat, the paddle comes down, whacking my ass with his cock against my gag reflex. I choke, groaning, and pull back, gasping for air.

“What a lovely slut,” he purrs, stroking my hair. “So pretty with spit drooling from your lips. Are you going to give me what I want, baby?”

“What do you want?” I say, whimpering and gasping for breath. I must look like a total wreck. I don’t even care at this point.

“I want your total and utter submission.”

“You have it.Please?—”

“No, baby, not yet. You still think you can ask for what you want.” He grabs my hair. “You haven’t given up.”

He fucks my mouth. I moan as he does it. He spanks my ass with the paddle, and I’m buzzing, broken, glowing, riding the line so hard I’m afraid I’m about to fall off. There’s an abyss on either side.

And still, I trust him.

Despite everything, I trust him with my life. And if he says I haven’t submitted yet, then he’s right.

Slowly, I relax.

My body is on fire. My skin is so sensitive even the air seems to send shivers of pleasure down my spine. His cock stroking into my mouth, the baritone of his filthy words, the spank of the paddle on my ass, it’s all building to something.

I let it take me.

Orgasm is just a moment in time. It’s a really nice moment, but then it’s gone. I can break and break and break, but I always get put back together in the end.

This is different.

He roughly fills my mouth. He drops the paddle and uses his palm on my ass. I lean into it, moaning as his dick glides over my tongue, drooling and spitting down his shaft, not caring if there are tears in my eyes running down under the blindfold.

I’m his.

All of me is his.

If I never come again, it doesn’t matter. I want it so badly at this point that I’ve given up getting there ever again. There is no edge, and everything is the edge. The whole landscape, the full territory, is glowing.

“That’s right, baby,” he whispers, his voice filled with death and mercy. “You’re getting it, aren’t you?”

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