Page 66 of His to Take

His fingers returned, teasing me once more to the edge. I almost came that time, but he pulled away again only fractions of a second before I could orgasm.

“Please, Ryker!” I begged.

He didn’t listen.

He kept teasing me.

He edged me more times than I could count. I was so aroused that he could only touch my clit directly for a few seconds before he had to pull away once again. The span of time that he touched me grew shorter and shorter until I was practically writhing on the bed.

He didn’t need to spank me to punish me. He could do this, and it was so much worse.

My insides were twisted agonizingly tight. I begged with everything I was worth, my voice trembling with overwhelming sensation, spiraling higher with my intolerable desperation. My eyes were glassy now and I wondered if he could make me cry if he punished me like this much longer.

I didn’t know how much more I could take. The helplessness made me feel a little crazy.

“Please. I’ll be your good girl,” I pleaded. My thighs were drenched with my arousal. Each drop dripped down my legs onto the bed, no doubt leaving a puddle beneath me.

His hand cupped my pussy, holding it possessively, the base of his palm just barely touching my furious clit. I whined, rocking my hips back and forth in a fruitless effort to get him to press harder.

“Are you a contrite little girl, my love?” he asked. My toes curled. Maybe the teasing was over. Maybe he would let me come now.

God, I hoped so.

“Yes, sir,” I wailed. I poked my lower lip out a little, hoping that he would see it and grant me just the slightest hint of mercy.

“Good girl. Then the next part of your punishment can begin,” he replied.

My heart skittered in my chest as his hand slapped between my legs. The flats of his fingers hit directly over my clit, the sting instantaneously overwhelming.

A strangled cry escaped me.

He spanked my pussy again and when my thighs jerked closed to protect myself, he climbed up on the bed. With his strong hands, he spread my legs open and used his position between them to keep them that way.

Splayed open before him, helpless to protect myself, he spanked my pussy harder after that. I struggled to take it, the jolt of each strike harsh at first. I wanted to hate it, but every smack only made my arousal that much fiercer. I shouted. I moaned. I writhed as much as I could, all the while begging for release.

“Please! I won’t touch myself without permission again. Please! Just let me come,” I wailed.

He used his free hand to spread open my soaked folds. Then he spanked my clit directly several times, hard enough to make my eyes roll back in my head.

“Ryker! I’m so close,” I pleaded.

“I know you are, my sweet. You were a bad girl and now you’re going to come like one,” he declared.

The pussy spanking grew even more intense, and I was certain that my sensitive nether lips had caught fire.

“Aaaiiiyyyy!” I screamed incoherently. My eyes were watering with tears simply because I needed to come so badly. My pussy stung from his spanking, but the feeling of being teased and denied for so long was a far worse punishment.

The spanking didn’t stop. He kept going, relentlessly pushing me closer and closer to the edge until my entire body was quaking. I grew dizzy with need. I thrashed my head back and forth, knowing that I was going to come.

He slapped my clit hard one last time and, finally, I careened over the edge.

With a harsh cry, I climaxed. Intense sensation exploded outward from the center of my being. My inner walls clamped down hard on nothing, fluttering with the savage intensity of my release. Stinging ecstasy surged through my veins, making my toes curl and my hands tighten into fists. His palm stayed pressed against my pussy, making it throb all the more as his thumb continued to taunt my clit, dragging out every moment of my orgasm that he possibly could.

By the time my orgasm began to fade, I was panting and my whole body was trembling.

“That’s a good girl,” he murmured. He reached overhead and unbuckled the belt, taking a moment to check over my wrists to ensure that there weren’t any marks left behind. He lifted the covers and tucked me underneath.

He turned my head toward him and kissed me gently.

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