Page 57 of Kameer's Mate
Good little female. Almost there.He gives another push, and then he steps back and sends me a visual image of his viewpoint. I’m bent over the bed, my thighs spread wide, my panties tangled at my feet, with a plug fully seated in my bottom. My inner thighs glimmer under a sheen of my arousal, wetness that’s escaped my core. I flush at the detailed image as my bottom involuntarily clenches on the plug.
Now, my sweet mate, I intend to satisfy your curiosity.
I blink fast, back in my own head, and I watch with bated breath as he reaches for the strap. A shiver cascades down my spine, and I shift in place, unable to take my eyes off the scary implement. He steps back, taking the strap out of my line of vision, and I tense, expecting him to bring it down across my ass. Instead, he resumes rubbing my bottom cheeks whileoccasionally tapping the base of the plug. But I know he’s still holding the strap. The threat is there. He could wield it at any moment.
You said this wasn’t a punishment, I remind him.
And it’s not, he sends down the tether in a reassuring tone.Consider it part of your training. Trust me, pretty human, if ever the time comes when I must give you a proper whipping, you will know the difference.
Shudders afflict me and I whimper as the heat gathering in my core pulses faster, my clit throbbing so hard I’m almost tempted to reach down and stroke myself. But I don’t. I sense he wouldn’t approve, and I’m not about to test him while he’s holding a strap.
Smart little human.
I almost tell him to get out of my head, though I stop myself in time. But he knows I almost sent him the thought, and his smirk reaches me through the bond.
Naughty, naughty female.His voice reverberates in my head.
He forces my legs wider apart and trails the strap across my bottom cheeks in a teasing caress.
Goosebumps rise all over my body and I become increasingly flushed. It’s as though the mating fever is returning.
My pussy aches and my clit throbs to the point of madness, but he seems content to keep teasing me. Whimpers drift from my throat and my legs tremble. I gasp and shudder when he trails the strap between my thighs, letting it glide along my nether lips.
Just when I think I can’t take any more teasing, he steps back, taking the strap with him. I hold my breath, anticipating a whoosh followed by a searing crack across my cheeks.
Five lashes.His voice booms in my head.You’ll receive five lashes to slake your curious little mind.
I whimper.
However, he adds in a warning tone,if you move out of position, the count starts over again at one.
I swallow hard and clutch the covers, praying I’ll manage to take all five lashes without moving out of position. My pulse hammers faster and heat thrums in my core. More wetness trickles down my inner thighs, and I flush anew because I know he can see it and smell it.
Whoosh! Crack!I gasp at the sting as he applies the first lash to my bottom cheeks, and my back hole clenches down hard on the plug.
It hurts. It really hurts. But if I’m being honest, it’s not as severe as I was expecting. He’s holding back. He’s not whipping me as harshly as he would if this were a true punishment.
I told you this wasn’t a punishment, pretty human. Now be a good little female and hold still. You have four more lashes.
He brings the strap down two more times in quick succession. I gasp at the sting but manage to hold position. Relief suffuses me. Only two left. I can do it. I tighten my hold on the covers and brace my feet on the floor.
He touches my bottom and runs his fingers along the three lines left by the strap. I shiver at his touch, dreading the final two lashes yet also anticipating them. Because once my whipping is over, I know there will be pleasure. I sense his arousal through the bond, I know how agonizingly hard his dual appendages have become.
Surely he will claim me after administering the final two lashes. He’ll claim me while the plug remains seated in my bottom.
His hand delves between my thighs and he strokes my wetness, dragging moisture overtop my pulsating clit, though not pressing down hard enough to help me climax. Again, he’s teasing me. The terrible beast.
His chuckle resounds in my head, a dark and somewhat ominous sound.What’s all this, pretty human?He taps at my clit.Are you becoming drenched from your whipping?
Please, Kameer.Please. I’m not certain what I’m begging for, but I can’t take any more teasing. I pray he shows me mercy soon.
He abandons my nether area and grasps the base of the plug. I rise on my toes as he slowly twists the plug inside me. He also withdraws it slightly and pushes it straight back in. Oh, dear God. My pussy spasms.
He continues my torment, increasing the pace of his drives into my bottom with the plug, until he’s pumping into me with the same force he usually uses when he pumps his appendages into my center. My heart skips a beat.
He’s fucking my back hole with the plug.
Pressure builds in my core, and tears burn in my eyes because I’m so desperate for a release I fear I might scream. Yet Kameer keeps driving the plug into my tight, private hole, the thrusts relentless and so very deep.
