Page 36 of His Little Ametrine
He’s right. I dig in with my knees, but I can’t lift my torso off his lap.
He strokes the backs of my thighs and my bottom with light fingers that draw goosebumps all over my skin. When he dips his fingers between my legs and strokes through my folds, I moan.
“Normally, when I spank you to punish you, I will not let you come. I might touch your pussy to frustrate you, but I won’t allow you to orgasm.”
My lips part. I can’t get enough oxygen.
He trails his fingers between my labia again, dragging my copious wetness toward my bottom before circling the tight rosebud and tapping it.
I start panting heavily.
“You know what I think my Little girl likes?” he murmurs. “I think she likes to be forced to enjoy my touch, and the fact that you don’t have control over your body yet is creating a type of restraint.”
I try to absorb his words. It’s hard because he’s teasing my rear entrance with that maddening finger. If I could, I would arch my ass into his touch, encouraging him to penetrate me there.
I had no idea I would enjoy anal so much, but I do. It’s naughty, and everything about my new life is naughty. Forbidden. And yet, it’s the norm on Eleadia. So I guess it’s not so forbidden here.
“Papi…”
He moves his finger away from my rosebud without penetrating me and palms my ass. His hand is so huge it covers my entire butt. “I’m going to start gently, Baby girl, and build up as you get used to the sensation. You might have confusing emotions. That’s normal.”
My chest is heaving, making my entire body lift and lower over his thighs. If I could, I would rub my nipples. I can’t, though. They dangle between his legs, needy and desperate.
The first swat makes my breath hitch, but it doesn’t hurt. The next swat isn’t as jarring. I’m ready for it.
I take a deep breath and let it out slowly while Papi spanks me several more times before rubbing my heated skin. “How does that feel, Baby girl?”
“Good, Papi.” I think I like it, but I know he’s just getting started. Soon, he will strike me harder.
“Shall I continue?”
“Yes, please.” I squeeze my thighs together around the pillow, which only draws attention to the fact that I can’t. They’re spread wide. My pussy is exposed and dripping.
Papi swats harder, his palm moving around my bottom to cover every inch of my skin. It’s the oddest sensation. There is nothing that compares to it. It burns. My ass is hot. Every spank vibrates my body and draws awareness to my needy pussy.
I want him to fuck me. Anything. I’d settle for him thrusting his fingers into my pussy or even my ass. The need is growing.
He lowers his palm to the backs of my thighs, slapping against them over and over until they are also hot and stinging.
I go someplace in my head. Someplace warm and happy. It’s so strange. Why am I warm and happy while Papi spanks me? Shouldn’t I be angry and frustrated?
My attention centers on two things: the burn and the need. They intermingle, making me desperate.
When he stops spanking me, he lifts his hand off me entirely.
I cry out. Why isn’t he touching me anymore? “Papi…”
He is still holding my wrists, and he sets his other hand on the back of my knees. “Feel the heat, Baby girl.”
“Stings…” I mutter. I squirm, trying to silently beg him to touch me again. “Please…”
“I can smell your arousal, Little songbird. My spanking made you very horny.”
I nod as best as I can. “Yes, Papi. Please…”
“If you had been a naughty girl who broke Papi’s rules, I would leave you like this, hold you down and force you to endure the desperate need to come until it subsides and leaves you frustrated.” He grips the back of my knees. “You won’t like it.”
I don’t like it. It’s awful.
