Page 137 of Scoring the Player
“Mmhmm,” I murmured, getting into position.
“Yes or no?”
“Yes.”
“Lift.”
I lifted the paddle.
“Higher…higher…right there. When I say ‘punish,’ come down hard. If I don’t think it’s hard enough, we go again.”
“Yes.”
“Okay…”
Goose bumps broke out on my arms as I waited…and waited…
A string of pre-cum cooling against my shaft…
…and waited…
The handle of the leather paddle was moist in my hands. When I was about to glare at him, it rang out, dark and commanding.
“Punish!”
I came down hard, the sting burning as the slap echoed in the air.
“Mm. Good boy. Place the paddle down and rub soft circles along the spot until I say stop. Close your eyes and picture my lips parting and blowing soft air along the spot before I place gentle kisses.”
I closed my eyes and imagined his full, sexy lips grazing the lingering burn, agitating and soothing the spot.
“Just like that. Now imagine my tongue gliding from those heavy balls to your rim. I woke up so hard this morning, thinking about how good you feel stretched around my tongue with your cheeks pillowed against my face.”
I moaned.
“Start,” he rasped, and it had taken me a few seconds to remember the rules. I groaned when my fingers sank back into my hole.
“Baby, start with my dick.”
With a sigh of thanks, I’d squeezed lube on the heavy dildo and then reached around and pressed it to my rim.
“Slowly,” he instructed.
I nodded as I tried to push the fat head in. By the third try, he said, “Sit on me.”
I lowered the bowl to the mattress and used my headboard to lift and hover over it.
He sucked in a breath. “That looks…ngh.”
“S’big,” I hissed as the head popped in, and black stars lit up behind my lids.
“You can take me, baby. Just like that.”
“Fuuuck.” My thighs clenched together as I lifted slightly to catch my breath before lowering back down.
“Mm, you’re so warm, hugging me so tight. Glide down my dick…that’s it…”
I groaned from the pressure and burn.
