Page 97 of Freedom Mine
“You place the hecka juice anywhere on your body. Three spots only. Then I get to lick it off.”
“I think I’m going to enjoy this,” she said as she took the cup from him. “Turn around so I can undress.”
“The rules say I get to watch.”
“I want to see these rules,” she said.
“The rules say if you question the rules, I get to spank you.”
She’d never been spanked before. She’d been struck with a crop laced in a poison meant to burn for hours, but never playfully swatted. Kayo would never hurt her, and the thought of Kayo striking her bottom made her pussy clench with need.
“I insist on seeing the rules,” she said, realizing her mistake as he hoisted her in the air, laid her over his lap as he sat down on the bed, and swatted her behind with one firm smack. The shock left her speechless, but he’d struck her lightly, playful, no worse than she’d struck him on his arm here and there.
He began rubbing her backside, to soothe and quiet the slight sting from his hand. She laid her head down against the bed as he pulled the shirt out from her pants. His right hand, warm against her skin, reached under her shirt. Callused fingers dragged over her flesh with a light touch. His other hand undid the knot of her belt and she lifted her hips as he eased her pants down just far enough to slip his hand between her thighs. A single finger slipped into her folds. She began grinding against his leg slowly, as if in sync with how his finger massaged her folds. His left hand started mirroring his right, drawing light sensuous circles on her bared bottom.
The crack of his hand striking her right ass cheek made her torso lift off the bed even as a delicious sensation traveled straight to her pussy. Before she could protest, or even decide if sheshouldprotest, he pushed her down with his hand.
She was still trying to catch her breath and manage the pulsing of her pussy against the slow burn on her bottom when he asked, “Do you accept the rules?”
“I don’t know the rules.”
He smacked her bottom again. Waves struck her pussy, and she could feel the wetness building. His finger was there again, rubbing her clit.
Another strike, against her left butt cheek this time, the burn becoming almost too much as a finger entered her and stroked the right spot. His right hand was massaging her ass as he rubbed circles around her clit. Her body found a rhythm. Down against his fingers that continued to play with her clit one second and thrust inside her the next, then up against his hand, enjoying his cool flesh against her hot skin.
“Are you questioning the rules, my Alli?”
“Yes,” she said and his hand came down on her, the smack sending pleasure right to her core. Her pussy clenched around his fingers, the exquisite pleasure rolling outward through her entire body. As her body relaxed, she melted across Kayo’s lap, utterly limp. Kayo began planting soft kisses against her heated flesh as he massaged her back and neck with his hands. She’d never experienced anything so powerful, so raw and sensuous before.
“Relax,” he said. And she did, enjoying his hands caressing her. Gods, she hadn’t even taken her clothes off yet.
“Burns a bit,” she said.
“Yeah, I got too excited there,” he said. He sounded slightly embarrassed, but not ashamed.
“You’re so beautiful, Alli. I lost control listening to your sweet moans.”
Control? Oh. . . that type of control. She hadn’t even had a chance to lick him, as she’d been planning. Well, they could probably both use a break for a few minutes. Her brain wasn’t quite thinking straight at the moment anyway. She couldn’t quite remember how she’d ended up in this position.
“Ooh,” she said as he started spreading something cool on her heated behind. The sweet smell reminded her of his game they never quite started. “Are you spreading hecka juice on me?” She twisted her torso to see.
“I might eat my breakfast off that delectable backside of yours.”
“I’m glad you think this is so funny.” She wasn’t sure whether to laugh or be annoyed. The lilt in his voice made her lean toward laughing, but she decided to play it calm and reserved.
His hand massaged her back. He really did have magic fingers.
A warm, sensuous tongue moved down her back. . . to her behind. The man was licking the hecka juice off her backside. “Kayo!” she yelled out, shocked, even embarrassed that he’d debase himself like that.
“Yes?” he mumbled as his tongue lapped the hecka juice, slowly, ever-so-slowly off one cheek.
Oh, Gods, that felt good, on so many levels!
“It gives new meaning to the term sticky buns,” he said, chuckling as his tongue came down on her other cheek, slowly lapping up the hecka juice.
Her pussy throbbed, more fiercely than before. He rose and laid her on the bed face down, before easing her pants down. He blew on the areas he’d licked clean, sending a wicked breeze over and through her. What had burned now felt alive and oh-so-sensitive to his breath.
His tongue drew a line down the base of her back to the small valley between her cheeks. Then he lifted her by the hips onto her knees, spreading her legs with his knee and her cheeks with his hands as his tongue dipped lower and lower. A few more kisses along her bottom as he worked his way lower. His tongue found her folds, taking his sweet time gliding over every inch of her as if he’d smothered her in hecka juice there too. Bolts of pleasure shots through her in all directions.
