Page 14 of Spicing It Up

He stroked over her sore patches.?“You redden so quickly,” he murmured. “It’s beautiful.”?He slapped again. Another two strikes per buttock—forceful wallops that shoved her against the table. Not one to do things by half measures, he put real male muscle behind it. Cassandra gasped. Her eyes flew open and she stared at the ginger. The bloom of heat on her skin and the bite of pain was what she’d been craving for hours.

“Good girl,” he said, again caressing her skin. He dipped his finger into the crease between her buttocks and slid down to her anus. “I’m going to make you so hot, so wet, so ready for me.”

“Please, oh, please.” She wanted penetrating. She needed him there, in her.

He lifted away, and the drag of the chair legs on the floor made her look over her shoulder.

He’d seated himself at the head of the table, so that his face was level with her exposed ass. He was holding the jug of water.

“Keep still,” he said.

Cassandra tensed. She curled her toes on the floor.

Water slicked down the cleft of her buttocks, a cool trickle that traveled to her anus. “We’re going to use water as lube,” he said, “I don’t want gel taking away the heat of the ginger.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He placed his hands on her buttocks and spread them wide.

Oh, she was so bared to him, no place to hide. He could see and touch and drive whatever he wanted into her pussy, her ass.

Again she closed her eyes, though when she did the image of the ginger root lingered there.

She had to go to her special place where only Sir existed—Sir, and pain and pleasure. Her body was his.

The soft tip of his tongue ran over her smarting right buttock. He licked over her left cheek then down the ridge between them, the tip ending up on her asshole.

A low groan rumbled up from Cassandra’s chest.

Him touching her there, like this, it showed her that he loved every part of her, wanted to kiss every inch of her body.

He circled her hole, slowly, as though enjoying the feel of the wrinkles of skin against the tip of his tongue.

Cassandra moaned again. She curled her hands into fists. His breath was hot on her wet skin and his stubbled chin just scratched her flesh

He lifted up and poured more water.

It would be making a puddle on the carpet, but that wasn’t of concern.

“That’s it,” he said. “Now give me the ginger.”

“Yes, Sir.” She reached for it, her hand a little shaky, and passed it down to him.

“Mmm, this is going to be so hot,” he said. “You might want to grip the side of the table, and please, no shouting out, you’ll scare the neighbors.”

“Yes, Sir.” Oh, God, she needed to grip the table and was likely to cry out?

He rubbed her anus again, his finger wet and cool. “Relax. The more you tense, the hotter it will be.”

“I understand, Sir.”

He chuckled. “Well, you certainly will in a minute.”

He penetrated her. Unsure if it was the tip of the carved root or Sir’s finger, she waited for the burn. It didn’t come, it was his finger.

“I think you should relax a little more than that, darling.”

“I am trying, Sir.”

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