Page 23 of His to Take

“No, little one. A spanking isn’t the only way to discipline you,” he grinned mischievously, and I swallowed nervously. I stared back at him uncertainly, not obeying him right away. His hand snaked up to cup my left breast, squeezing it gently before he captured my nipple in his fingers. I was so taken aback by the unexpected caress that the pinch that followed caught me entirely unaware.

He pinched it hard, making me whimper at first. Pain blossomed across my breast, ballooning outward and intensifying as he twisted it harshly. He held on, squeezing my nipple mercilessly. I whimpered, hissed, and twisted my body, but he did not relent.

“Oh! Please! I will! I’ll be your good girl,” I finally pleaded, wanting to do or say whatever he wanted so that he would release it. When he finally did, I wasn’t prepared for the painful volley that followed, a cruel burn that was far more intense than the initial sharp pinch. I cried out at that.

Not needing to be told again, I began to lower myself to the floor. He offered his hand, and I used it to balance on my still-wobbly legs as I went to my knees before him. I looked up at him, feelingvulnerable as he stared down at me. His hands went leisurely to the waistband of his pants, and I gulped anxiously.

“Sir?”

“You came without permission, Naomi. You screamed for me, over and over. As punishment, I’m going to fuck your mouth and leave that pretty little throat much sorer than it already is,” he threatened.

My entire body shivered with anticipation and a bit of fear.

He unbuttoned his pants and the realization that I was about to see a man’s cock finally washed over me.

Not just any man’s cock.

Ryker’s cock.

I wasn’t just going to see it either. I was going to take it in my mouth.

My pussy clenched embarrassingly hard at the thought. Until this evening, I had been innocent. I hadn’t had an orgasm before, not ever. I’d never been naked in front of a man. I hadn’t known what a hand spanking felt like, or how much a belt could hurt either. Even worse, I’d enjoyed all of those shameful things.

What if I liked this too?

I glanced at his groin as he dragged his palm up and down over his pants. I licked my lips, unable to miss the hard line of his cock beneath his trousers, and a small wet spot of his own. Up close like this, he seemed even bigger than when I’d felt him against my hip.

I swallowed anxiously.

He grasped the zipper and slowly slid it down. With a building sense of impatience, I watched as he pushed down both his pants and his black underwear, revealing his cock to me for the first time.

I gasped openly, stunned by the sheer size of it.

It was even bigger than I’d imagined it would be. Sure, I’d seen a male penis in textbooks and on old, preserved carvings in the museum archives and even once in a human anatomy course on a cadaver, but never like this. Never in person and most certainly not from a position down on my knees.

It was intimidating to say the least.

His fingers curled around his thick shaft, stroking up and down. It was shaped like a forearm and fist, though not quite that big, with the head thicker than the rest of it. There was a slit at the top of it that was already dripping with his arousal.

The sudden yearning to lean forward and lick that drop clean off took me by surprise.

I didn’t know where this part of me had come from. I was ashamed of how I was behaving, but not enough to make me want to stop. My shame simply turned me on that much more.

“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue,” he commanded.

Without thinking, I did exactly as he wanted. My eyes rounded, wide as saucers as he leaned forward, sliding the head of his cock against my tongue. Immediately, the musky taste of him washed over me, strong, sweet and salty, maybe slightly bitter. A part of me told myself that I should hate it, but I didn’t.

I liked it.

Just like I enjoyed the fact that he was fucking my mouth right after he’d whipped my bottom with his belt.

I stiffened as he reached to the side and took that same belt in his fingers. He made no move to swing it, simply holding it by his side within my sights as he slowly pushed into my mouth. When his cock hit the back of my throat I wanted to pull away, choking a bit, but that didn’t give him pause either.

“Keep your teeth off me. Focus on swallowing my cock,” he dictated.

I swirled my tongue around his length as best as I could.

“Show me how you can be a good girl for me with that pretty mouth. If I’m not impressed, I’ll put you back over that couch and whip that beautiful bottom until you’re sobbing for me and I can enjoy the sight of those lovely tears before I come all over your face,” he warned, and I glanced sideways at the belt in his hand, a potent reminder that my bottom was still bare and blazing.

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