Page 22 of Blushing Bride

A languid submissiveness radiated through me, and I melted into the couch a bit as I arched my bottom higher. The belt whipped the fullest part of my bottom and I lost myself in the painful ache that soon followed.

I lost count of how many times he thrashed me with that belt. It didn’t really matter. Instead, I focused on the burning sting and the inevitable wave of arousal that followed. With each strike, I felt the sting build as a welt slowly rose on my skin. The pain intensified, cresting so high that I cried out.

He whipped me harder and faster, which only made the sting seemed endless. I blinked several times, wanting to cry and wanting to come so badly that it hurt. When he started focusing solely on my thighs, I wailed even as my pussy clenched tight with wanton need.

“Oh, please. Please. I’ll be your good girl,” I pleaded.

“Will you?” he asked pointedly, whipping me across the backs of my legs much more firmly.

“Yes, sir,” I wailed.

“Good. We’re almost done then,” he replied.

He belted me several times, starting at the tops of my cheeks and working downward. I squirmed as much as I was able, but his aim was true.

The last strike was directly between my legs, landing on top of my clit and I screamed at the wet sound of it. The sting was far more overwhelming than I feared, cascading over my sensitive flesh in one wave after another. I writhed over the couch, waiting for the burn to crest. It took far longer than I thought it would.

By the time he tossed the belt beside me on the couch, my entire body felt like it was on fire.

He released my wrists and I tentatively pulled them forward underneath my chest. I couldn’t help but brush my fingers against my pebbled nipples. They were so very sensitive. My breasts were practically aching for my touch. His fingers descended between my thighs.

I gasped at the stinging sensation that came with the lightest of his touches. His fingertips grazed my wet folds, sliding back and forth as if to taunt me.

“My, my, naughty girl. You’re so much wetter than when I first took your panties down.”

I blushed so much that I could have sworn that my face had caught on fire. One single finger pad traced over my clit, and I cried out as a savage whirlwind of pleasurable bliss surged through me.

“Please, sir. I need…”

“I know what you need, Naomi,” he said quickly, cutting me off as his fingers began working between my thighs. I couldn’t fight him, not that I wanted to.

More than anything, I wanted to come once more.

My ass was on fire. As I laid there bent over the couch, I could feel each individual welt rising, but that only added to the fierce pleasure coursing through me. No matter what I did to try to quell it, it only grew stronger and more intense with every passing second.

Before I was ready, I could feel my orgasm approaching. I whimpered and moaned and writhed against his fingers. His other hand dipped between my thighs while the first focused solely on my clit. I shuddered with need as a single finger swirled around my entrance before pressing gently inside it.

Fuck.

I was not prepared for that.

His fingertip slid in and out of my entrance, just enough to drive me absolutely wild. A second finger followed, stretching my pussy a bit more than I was ready for. It burned a little, but not in a bad way. In fact, as he slid those two digits inside me, I realized how impossibly good it felt when combined with the stinging burn that was still aching across my backside.

I tightened around him, and my legs started to tremble.

My orgasm seemed to begin in the tips of my toes, rolling up through my body and rising up the muscles in my legs. When the heated sensation burst across my core, my entire world exploded in a blazing heat that obliterated my every waking thought.

I cried out.

“Did I say you could come yet, little girl?”

It was too late. I couldn’t stop it now. His warning tone made my release burn that much hotter, fiercer, and more terrible than any of the ones before. I bit my lip, trying to keep quiet. It was a losing battle.

My cries turned to moans.

Then my moans turned to screams.

My eyes rolled back into my head. My fingers dug at the couch cushions beneath me, holding on as I lost control of every single aspect of my body. His thick digits were pumping in and out of my pussy, stretching me open at the same time that my inner walls tightened around him. Every muscle in my body constricted into a tight ball, bursting outward all at once in a waterfall of euphoria that sizzled through every nerve in my body.

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