Page 12 of Drunk on You (Hope Town 4)

"How will I know when you're ..." she pauses and frowns.

"Leading? In control?"

She nods.

"Because my cock will be out, and you'll either have it down your throat or I'll be working your body up to take it. I need control, yeah, but I don't need it in all aspects of my life. Outside of what we do with our bodies behind closed doors--wherever that might be--you are free of certain things when we're not playing. But when I'm in the mood to play, I'm the master of your every move; you will obey me or you will be punished."

"Explain that," she breathes, the husky and heavy sound of her voice going straight to my half-spent cock. "The punishments, I mean."

"Do you trust me enough to show you instead?"

Her eyes widen at my question, and her body trembles visibly. She can say no, and it wouldn't make this end. I must earn the right to control her tempting body completely, and I know that--but if she can't handle a simple punishment, then this will never work. It's better that we know now if she can handle it. I pray I'm not wrong about her because it just might kill me to walk away now.

"I do," she says, soft but sure.

I nod, swallow, and breathe in deep. The familiar sense of calm fills my body as the beast that rides my sexual appetite drives forward. I ignore the thought to take her already--wanting to sink inside her so fucking bad even so soon after finding my release. I hold my hand out to her, watching silently as she reaches up with a shaking hand. She takes mine instantly, and I help as she climbs from the floor.

"Get naked," I stress, enjoying the flush that paints her cheeks instantly.

I turn, walk to where I threw my belt earlier, and wait with my back to her, giving her a chance to get used to the fact I'm in charge and see if she follows my direction. In the three steps that it took to get to my belt, I mentally prepare myself to leave and deny my cock if she isn't halfway bare when I turn back. Knowing she needs some time to work up to obeying me, I reach for the remote. After switching on the television, I find one of the programmed stations that plays only music, settle for a slow, instrumental beat, and turn the volume down.

I close my eyes, drawing from the power provided by my control, and turn. When I open them again and see her standing there--completely bare before me, displaying tan skin I can't wait to mark--the ability to hold back my selfish desires almost snaps. Her long blond hair falls around her shoulders, covering her nipples. A tiny dusting of the same colored hair on her mound is the only thing keeping her pussy from being completely shaved, thankfully, because I find a well-groomed pussy hot as fuck over a waxed bare one.

She stands there, letting me stare at her without showing any signs of being uncomfortable with my attention.

I leave her there, walking to her kitchen table and pressing my hands against it to test its sturdiness. The metal on my belt clanging against the wood sounds like a gun blast going off in the silence around us. I turn back, feeling the anticipation burning through my veins, and curl my lips in a smile when I see her facing the other way, obeying me as if this isn't the first time she's submitted to my control.

Wiping my face clear, I call her name. "Nicole."

She looks over her shoulder but doesn't move.

"Feet on the floor, tits on the table, arms above your head until your fingers are grabbing the edge."

Her lips part and that humming sound is back. Fuck, just my words do it for her?

She moves, bending over to lay across her table, and wraps her fingers around the edge, just as I directed.

"Turn your head toward me so I can see your face, cherie."

Instantaneously, she does as I say.

I run my fingers down her spine, making her whimper. "Spread your legs a little more. Enough that your wet cunt can feel the air touching it and don't move again until I tell you you're allowed." I wait, watching her shift her legs apart a little wider as I calm my breathing. "You need a safe word, Nicole. A word that can easily be understood by me as your out when you can't take anymore. You speak it, and I stop. I don't care if I'm balls deep inside you about to come--that word leaves your lips, I won't be upset, and I will stop immediately. It can be a word of your choosing, or it can simply be red. You pick, but remember, do not use it unless you can't take anymore. And know that I will never be angry with you if you need to use it."

"Red is fine, Shane," she whispers quietly, her voice wobbly.

"Are you afraid?" I ask, needing to know if she sounds nervous from fear or anticipation.

"No."

"No, Sir," I add, letting her know how I expect her to address me when we're like this.

"No ... Sir."

"Do you remember why you're being punished?"

She nods.

"Words, Nicole."

"Because ... because I teased you ... Sir."

God, she really is a natural. How did I miss this for so long? Or better yet, how the fuck did I resist what I so clearly and ignorantly ignored.

"Is that all?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?" I ask, grabbing the full flesh of her ass and jiggling it. Her plump flesh turning me on. She wasn't wrong; I might love all parts of a woman--but I love a thick ass.

"Sir. I think that's all, Sir."

"I should add to your punishment for teasing me again after having just sucked my cock dry, but since this is the first time, I'll give you a pass. What's your safe word, Nicole?"

"Red, Sir. It's ... red."

Stepping closer to the table, I continue to skim my left hand on her skin, watching the play of goose bumps dance in the wake of my touch. Her breathing changes, becoming more relaxed, but I still wait. Then right when I know she's given in to my touch and forgotten to be on guard, I bring the folded belt up in the air and then drop it against her lush-as-fuck ass hard enough to cause pain but not as hard as I would normally be. She jumps, her body bowing up, and she gasps, humming that purr that shoots straight to my balls and wraps around my rock-hard cock. I close my eyes for a beat and savor the sound.

"Do you need your safe word?" I ask, rubbing the redness with my free hand while I wait for her answer.

"No, Sir," she answers, humming again as she settles back down.

"Then count. Every time you feel the leather against your ass, you give me a number. You need your safe word, you give me that, but until you get to ten, you'll stay on this table."

She wiggles her ass, and I could have fucking come on the spot. She fucking wants it. One taste of it, and she craves it just as much as I do.

My focus becomes solely to drive her mad with pleasure; her punishment being the orgasm she so desperately needs being denied until I'm ready for her to experience it.

"Count. And Nicole? Don't you dare fucking come."

She whimpers, a sound that quickly morphs into a cry when the bite of the belt meets her flesh again. But she opens her mouth and breathes out a shaky, "Two." This continues, each slap making her skin redder and her trembling voice hoarser. With each pass of the leather against her skin, I make sure to rub away the burn before continuing. By the time I've struck nine, I'm not sure who is being punished here anymore. Not with the view of her pussy I have, showing me that she is, in fact, loving the fuck out of this.

Smack.

"Ten." She gasps, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth and clamping down on it hard.

I toss the belt down, drop to my knees behind her spread legs, and take my first deep breath of her scent while I rub my hands over her cheeks to ease the burn, getting fucking high off it even more than I am off working her body. Fucking hell, if this is how turned on she gets by my belt, I'm going to have fun breaking her in, and goddamn, I'm going to enjoy the fuck out of it. So is she if the arousal wetting her thighs is anything to judge it by.

The last thought I have before I lean forward and bury my face in her pussy is that this woman might very well be my kryptonite because I could easily become addicted to this.

HIS TONGUE LICKS SLOWLY ALONG my pussy, and

I cry out, making him growl. Taking me with his mouth, he has a noticeable hunger to his touch, and my fingers gripping the edge of the table begin to cramp. I don't dare move them, though; not even when his hands grab each of my cheeks--burning against the tender flesh--and pull them apart with a firm hand. His nose presses against my ass, and I whine, wanting for the first time to feel what having a man there is like.

He continues his assault against my center, lapping at my wetness in a frenzy--only to get a renewed rush as his groans of pleasure make my core flutter quicker than before. The empty feeling in my pussy becoming something almost painful as he continues to lick every inch of me except the one place I need him the most ... inside me. His nose butts against my asshole again as he presses his face even closer, growling against my wetness as he shakes his head from side to side slightly, moving his tongue wickedly against me. My eyes roll in the back of my head, and I open my mouth on a breathy wheeze when I feel him release my ass and move his hand between us then drag a finger across the lips of my sex.

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