Page 55 of His to Take

There was no one like Ryker back home, no one that would take what he wanted from me, and give me everything I never knew I needed. No one who could make me feel the things that he did. Even when he punished me, I felt deeply how much he cared for me with every wicked stroke of the switch and each ferocious swat of his hand.

Knowing that he cared so much made me even wetter.

When I thought the spanking couldn’t get any harder, it did. My hand snaked around his wrist as he held mine, holding on as his palm slammed down on my tormented bottom.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” I pleaded.

“The next time you think about defying me, I want you to remember what this feels like. I want you to think about how much your bottom is burning and how much harder I’m going to punish you if I have to teach you this lesson again,” he scolded.

“Please! I’m so sorry!” I bawled as tears threatened to escape.

Despite my begging, he didn’t stop spanking me. It continued with his hand covering my backside with deeply aching swats for a long while, and when he punished my thighs again, I was sureI would fall completely apart. When the spanking finally ended, I gasped with relief. My breath wavered at the brutal agony burning across my bottom.

It hurt so much.

I wiggled my hips the tiniest bit in an effort to shake out the sting and was instantly reminded of the rough knuckle of wood underneath. I chewed the inside of my cheek and tried to bite back the moan that threatened to emerge, but it slipped out anyway.

The continuous burn of my punished backside was now accompanied by the rampant arousal surging through my veins. My toes curled and my hips shifted, just rocking against the tree enough to tease my clit. My body shuddered with pleasure.

Did he know what I was doing?

He released my wrists and I tentatively pulled both my hands forward, curling them underneath my chest and using my thumbs to graze my pebbled and very sensitive nipples. I let my legs fall open to either side of the log, straddling it once again, wondering if he was looking between my legs.

My clit throbbed harder, begging for his touch. I had no idea why I was reacting this way. He’d just spanked me hard enough to make me cry. I should be angry, indignant, outraged; I shouldn’t be turned on right now.

The jostling of his belt buckle caught my attention, and I turned back, opening my eyes wide when I realized that he was freeing his cock.

I swallowed anxiously, squirming on top of the tree trunk. My pussy clenched in excitement.

Was he finally going tofuckme? Was this it?

I’d seen his cock up close. I’d even taken it in my mouth, but despite all that, the size of it still startled me.

Would it hurt when he fucked me?

An even more shameful thought popped into my mind.

Wherewould he fuck me?

I blushed furiously as he moved beside me. I opened my thighs further, unsure of what I wanted or even of what he wanted, but needing to find out all the same.

“Sir?” I asked.

“You were a bad girl, weren’t you, my Naomi?” he asked.

“Yes, sir,” I whined anxiously. One of his hands palmed my left cheek, before squeezing hard enough to make me gasp out loud. He did the same on the other side, digging the tips of his fingers into the welts the switch left behind. A fresh wave of pain washed over me.

I loved and hated it at the same time. I wanted him to do it again.

“Look at how wet you are for me,” he observed, and I blushed even harder. His hand reached down, sliding over my wet folds. I lifted my hips excitedly, hoping that maybe he would touch me where I needed him to the most. He didn’t.

“Bad girls don’t get to come.”

My heart sank, my mouth going dry with disbelief. He couldn’t be serious, right? I was so aroused, and I didn’t know how to fight it. His palm smoothed over my bottom, and I arched my back the slightest bit, hoping to entice him into fucking me.

Frustration rattled through me when his fingers didn’t reach down between my thighs. I looked back over my shoulder to see his fist clutching his cock instead.

“But…” I protested.

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