Page 32 of His to Keep
She shakes her head. “No, I’ll stop.”
For the seventh, eighth, and ninth strokes, she manages to keep her word. She sniffs back tears as her bottom begins to glow with a deeper red hue than before. Though her breaths are coming out in short, frantic pants, she maintains enough composure to count. On the tenth lash of the belt, she rears up from the bed, grabbing her ass.
“I warned you about this, Eilidh.”
Grabbing her wrists, I hold them behind her back with one hand while I scan the room for something to bind them with. There’s nothing obvious, so I resort to using my belt to tie her wrists together. Since she’s already suffering, I reckon finishing off her punishment with my hand will be a mercy.
I slap her ass, and she yelps. “Twelve.”
“Eilidh,” I caution as she calls out the wrong number. “That was the eleventh.”
“Eleven,” she says quietly, before burrowing her face into the bedcovers. I suspect she’s trying to wipe away tears.
I deliver three more spanks in quick succession, and she almost whispers the numbers. Her voice is gravelly now and I feel a twinge of sympathy for her. She wriggles on the bed and emits a moan that suggests pain is not the only thing she’s feeling.
“This is the last one.” I look at her splayed out on the bed. “Spread your legs wider and push your ass out.”
I can see the effort it takes for her to comply. Her movements are slow and a little stiff, but she does as I asked. Taking careful aim, I slap her as hard as I can between her legs.
“Fifteen!” Eilidh wails. Tears stream down her cheeks, but when I pull my hand away, my fingers are coated with her arousal. A part of her, however well hidden inside her, enjoyed the punishment.
I flip her onto her back, and she hisses as her poor, punished bottom hits the mattress. She stares up at me with watery eyes and downturned lips, the very image of dejection.
“What have you learned?”
“You’re an…” As my jaw clenches, she takes a beat to reconsider her answer. “I’m not to hit you again.”
“Or anyone else,” I tell her. “Another man might not show my restraint.”
“Restraint?”
“That could have gone much worse for you.” I let her absorb that for a moment. “Now, do you want me to make you feel better?”
She shakes her head. Little liar. She’s desperate for my touch, but unwilling to ask for it. I slide a hand between her legs, feeling how slick she is.
“Are you sure about that?”
“No, I don’t want… ah!” Her objection flies out of the window as I tease her engorged clit.
She wriggles desperately when I push two fingers into her tight channel and curl them, locating that sensitive spot inside her.
“How does that feel?” I ask as I stroke her while pressing my thumb against her clitoris. “Should I stop?”
“No, don’t stop.” Her words are a breathless plea.
As I continue to caress her g-spot, I watch her face closely. Her eyes glaze over with desire as her mouth falls open. It’s an incredibly erotic sight. I pump my fingers in and out of her, reveling in her gasps and moans.
“Please, Gio, please, I…” She raises her hips, pressing herself against the heel of my palm as I fuck her with my fingers.
“Such a responsive little kitten,” I murmur. “Come for me like a good girl.”
Her body clenches around my fingers, shoved deep inside her. I pull them out of her and watch as she bucks her hips once, twice, three times, and then collapses on the bed, her legs quivering.
I press my fingers, coated in her fluids, to her lips. “Clean the mess you made,” I command.
Eilidh opens her mouth wide and wraps her lips around my fingers, sucking and licking, making sure to get every drop of her arousal. My cock twitches, but I resist the urge to plunge it into her snug pussy. She looks thoroughly spent and I need her to be able to stand before a priest tonight and say her vows.
“Come here, kitten.” Pulling my fingers from her mouth, I sit on the bed next to Eilidh and help her up. “Let me untie you.”
