Page 39 of Moon Blind Hearts
The belt comes down on my ass and I jerk, gasping into the sheets. But I don’t count. I don’t dare say the number out loud.
“One,” Oak says for me. “But it doesn’t count until you say it.”
He swings the belt again, the smack of it against my ass making my free hand clench at the bed and my restrained one dig into the cuff.
“One,” he repeats. “Count.” Another smack that makes me cry against the mattress. “One.”
I grit my teeth against the pain and push backwards for the next swing, still refusing to count. He chuckles at my resistance and reaches down to the thong barely covering my pussy, stroking his finger there, adding pleasure with the bite of pain from the belt. He jerks me up to my hands and knees.
“Let them see the welts on this beautiful ass,” he says, angling me toward the cameras. He smooths his hands along the marks, easing them before moving his hand to the thong and jerking it aside, revealing my leaking pussy for everyone to see. The sound that rumbles in his chest is animalistic. “Would you look at that,” he says. “All glistening and ready for me.” His finger strokes the outside of my folds, not daring to touch where I want him to when I’m being so stubborn. “Will you count now?”
“No,” I reply honestly.
“That’s what I thought.” The belt comes down across my ass again, a little harder, a little rougher. I jerk forward, gasping loudly, a soft mew coming from my throat as the feeling spears straight into my pussy. He doesn’t ask me to count again. Instead, the next hit comes down right after, not across my ass this time, but along the back of my thighs, right across my throbbing pussy. It’s a gentle smack, but against such sensitive skin, I nearly come undone as I jerk forward to get away. His hand on my hip holds me still as I start to leak down my thighs. Another smack follows that one and I cry out this time, my brain short circuiting as he spanks my pussy with the belt. Another comes and I turn into a puddle of goo. I forget myself for a moment. So when he says, “count,” my lips part on a soft scream, and the word, “one,” comes tumbling out.
His chuckle is enough to send me into orbit. “Such a good girl.”
Another smack that has me gasping around the number, “two.”
I get to “four” before my senses kick back in and I clamp my lips shut, but it’s too late. He’s already won. I whip my head around and glare at him. “Don’t think this means you win.”
He grins. “Doesn’t it?”
Without his eyes leaving mine, his hand smooths over my ass, runs down to my throbbing pussy before he thrusts three fingers inside me. I’m not ready for it, nor am I prepared to take it after the spankings. Unfortunately for me, my body is already on the precipice, so the moment his fingers stretch me, I’m a goner. My body convulses and I cry out as an orgasm rockets through me. I tremble with it as I try my best to hold myself up.
“What’s the matter, Mistress?” he asks, followed by the sound of a zipper being pulled down. “Need something to choke on?”
I’m overstimulated, overwhelmed, and not prepared when he roughly grabs my jaw and forces my lips open. I’m certainly not prepared for the way his massive cock is suddenly pressing against my tongue, easing inside. I let my teeth scrap against him, a warning, and it only makes him moan in pleasure as he slides in, my jaw stretched to the max.
“Yes,” he hisses through his teeth. “Bite me.”
I clamp down, not hard enough to actually do harm, but enough that he can feel the imprint of my teeth there. He moans and thrusts deep, making me gag. My back arches with it, and he groans at the feeling of my throat tensing.
For a moment, he seems to forget he’s supposed to be reading the chat as he strokes in and out of my throat, forcing my jaw open with his hand, holding me captive as he fucks my throat. When I look up at him, he’s already looking down at me, his eyes alight with blue fire.
“You look like a goddess like this,” he groans. “Worshipping me with your throat. A goddess on her knees before me.”
His next thrust, I push deeper, taking him all, holding my breath until he pulls back out and I can get air again. His moans make my pussy leak all the more, eager for him, ready to take everything he wants to give me.
But I’m still in control.
“NervousNelly just dropped a token for you to hold her against your pelvic bone,” Cash interrupts.
Both of us seem to realize we’d lost ourselves for a moment and in answer, Oak thrusts inside and holds me to his pelvic bone a little too roughly. I gag around him, my free hand coming up to wrap around his balls and squeeze in threat. But he doesn’t release me. Tears prick at the corner of my eyes and I bite down, my teeth indenting into his cock enough that he hisses through his teeth. He releases me and I gasp for breath when he pulls free.
I bare my teeth at him. “Try that again, and I’ll bite it off.”
His hand is around my neck as he lifts me and he brings his face close. We face off against each other, one dom against another, the tension thick. Before I can do so much as sneer at him, he slams his lips to mine in a violent kiss that has me reeling. It’s a tangle of tongue, our teeth clacking as we fight for control, as both of us refuse to back down. From the corner of my eyes, I see the chat light up with strings or words, but I can’t make them out right now. When he shoves me backwards, I have little leverage to fight the fall as I tumble back in a weird, twisted position being half restrained. I go to get up, but he shoves me back down, and then slams his face into my pussy.
I scream with the first swipe of his tongue, reaching down to grab a handful of his hair and grind against his bearded face, fighting for control. He shoves my hand away and presses his face deeper, his tongue finding my entrance and pressing inside, fucking me with it. Then he rolls his tongue flat, his very large tongue, and does some weird magic trick that I swear steals my soul. I gasp, my back arching up off the bed as the orgasm rocks me so violently, I scream with it. My legs shake as I shatter, but he doesn’t stop. He continues to steal my very essence with his tongue, and when those teeth bite down gently on my clit, I fucking lose every ounce of control I ever had.
The scream that tears from me should be frightening, but it only fuels him. He rips his shirt open, buttons going flying as he shrugs it off, revealing his large chest and the smattering of hair that covers it. His cock is already out, but he quickly kicks his jeans from his body the rest of the way, revealing his soft dad bod that has me begging for more attention. Oh, god. That’s it. I’ve lost. Yep, I’ve lost. I can admit that.
He kneels on the bed and comes over me, his eyes alight with all the fire of our violence. “Say I’m in control,” he commands.
I clamp my lips shut. I can admit it to myself, but saying it out loud is another thing entirely.
His hand clamps around my throat. “Fine,” he snarls. “We both know you’ve lost, Mistress. Now I’m going to fuck you so hard, you can’t help but admit it.”
