Page 22 of His to Take

The last strike was directed between my legs, landing on top of my clit and I screamed at the wet sound of it. The sting was far more overwhelming than I feared, cascading over my sensitive flesh in one wave after another. I writhed over the couch, waiting for the burn to crest. It took longer than I thought it would.

By the time he tossed the belt beside me on the couch, my entire body felt like it was on fire.

He released my wrists. I maintained my position, but tentatively pulled my arms underneath my chest. I couldn’t help but brush my fingers against my turgid nipples. They were so very sensitive it hurt to touch them, but my breasts were aching. It startled me when I felt his hand slip between my thighs.

I gasped at the stinging sensation that came with the lightest of his touches. His fingertips grazed my wet folds, sliding back and forth as if to taunt me.

“My, my, naughty girl. You’re so much wetter than when I first took your panties down.”

I blushed so deeply, I’m sure my face matched the color of my ass. Both were on fire. Ryker traced one single finger pad over my clit, and I cried out as a savage whirlwind of pleasurable bliss surged through me.

“Please, sir. I need…”

“I know what you need, Naomi,” he said quickly, cutting me off as his fingers began working between my thighs. I couldn’t fight him, not that I wanted to.

More than anything, I wanted to come once more.

My ass was throbbing. As I lay there bent obediently over the couch, I thought I could feel each individual welt rising, but that only added to the fierce pleasure coursing through me. No matter what I did to try to quell it, it only grew stronger and more intense with every passing second.

Before I was ready, I could feel my orgasm approaching. I whimpered and moaned and writhed against his fingers. Hisother hand dipped between my thighs from behind while the first focused solely on my clit. I shuddered with need as a single finger swirled around my entrance before pressing gently inside it.

Fuck.

I was not prepared for that.

His fingertip slid in and out of my entrance, just enough to drive me absolutely wild. Then he pushed a little deeper. A second finger followed, stretching my pussy a bit more than I was ready for. It burned a little, but not in a bad way. In fact, as he slid those two digits inside me, I realized how impossibly good it felt when combined with the stinging burn that was still pulsating across my backside.

I tightened around him, and my legs started to tremble.

My orgasm seemed to begin in the tips of my toes, rolling up through my body and rising up the muscles in my legs. When the intensely hot sensation burst through my core, my entire world blasted apart in a blazing heat that obliterated my every coherent thought.

I opened my mouth in a silent scream, unable to even produce the sound.

“Did I say you could come yet, little girl?” From far away I registered that growled, dreadful sentence.

It was too late. I couldn’t stop it now. His warning tone made my release burn that much hotter, fiercer, and more terrible than any of the ones before. My cries were strangled in my throat.

My eyes rolled back into my head. My fingers dug into the couch cushions beneath me, holding on as I lost control of every singleaspect of my body. His thick digits were pumping in and out of my pussy, stretching me open at the same time my inner walls tightened around him. Every muscle in my body constricted into tight bands before bursting outward all at once in a torrent of euphoria that sizzled through every nerve in my body. Finally, a cry surged forth from my very depths, then became a scream, then long, low moans of ecstasy.

This was the longest and hardest orgasm of them all.

I didn’t understand it and didn’t try to. I simply enjoyed every savage moment as it happened. My orgasm finally peaked. I writhed over the couch, thankful it was holding me up as my legs gave out beneath me. His fingertips never stopped taunting my clit, dragging out every terribly delicious second of my release as humanly possible.

By the time it was over, I was out of breath. My heart was racing, and my head was pounding with the blood surging through my system. He didn’t pull his hands away from my body just yet, making me suffer through one aftershock after the next until those finally tapered off. I twitched from overstimulation several times before he finally did.

Gently, he traced his fingers up my spine. I could feel small beads of sweat gliding along my skin as he wrapped his arms around me and lifted me off the couch.

“You looked so very beautiful when you came for me with your bottom covered in my marks,” he praised, and I blushed deeply, only just catching a full breath before I looked away.

“You were to wait for permission to come for me though, weren’t you?”

My stomach dropped with anxious fear. Would he spank me again? Would he use his belt?

“Yes, sir. Please, I couldn’t… I didn’t mean to…”

“I know, naughty girl. I think your bottom has had enough punishment though. Now, lower yourself down to your knees and I will deal with your disobedience in a very different way,” he directed. My blush deepened as I tried to figure out what he might mean. I searched his gaze, seeing his own arousal and dark intent.

“No more spanking?” I asked.

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