Page 16 of Spicing It Up

“Argh…” She’d clenched as he’d hit, the flames roaring even higher inside her. “Oh…my…God.”

“Take it.” There was excitement in his voice. He was loving this. Seeing her like this, on the edge.

He hit again.

Once more Cassandra clenched. It was instinctual. The ginger played havoc inside her. How much more could she take?

Sir began to slap her with vigor. A steady pounding rhythm alternating between buttocks, which was his preferred way to administer spankings.

Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.

Each time he hit, Cassandra squeezed her anus around the root and rubbed her clitoris on the table. Pain blurred her vision and she folded in on herself, losing herself in the bright lights behind her eyelids.

The hits all merged into one, layering the pain from deep and massaging to sharp and stingy. It was a feeling she craved, a state she longed for and needed.

But the ginger. Oh, that was a whole new layer of pain. Heat like she’d never experienced.

“Yes, yes, yes…” Sir said, breathlessly. “More.” He upped the speed with which his hand connected with her ass.

She was being bashed almost violently against the table, her heart rate was racing, her breath hard to catch between smacks.

On and on the blows came. The sound of his hand clapping against her skin became one long rain of noise.

Cassandra needed to come. She whimpered, the sensations overtaking her.

“Yes, baby, I know.”?Suddenly the hitting stopped.

Cassandra found herself turned onto her back and staring at the ceiling. Her limbs were tense but somehow weak. But it was okay because Sir was in control.

Her ass cheeks throbbed and her rim stung, but the heat had steadied to a simmer, not building anymore but still very intense.

Sir put her knees over his shoulders and sat on the chair again.?He buried his face between her legs and shoved his tongue into her soaking entrance.

“Oh, please…” Cassandra said, reaching for his hair and gripping it. “Please, I need to…”

“I know what you need,” he growled.

“Yes… Ah, yes…”

He flicked over her clit, his tongue a strong, steady pressure. He wriggled two fingers into her pussy and fucked her with them.

That was what she needed, yes. More of him. More stimulation to topple her into ecstasy.

Her blood was awash with pain hormones and lust. It was so good, how could she have thought about safewording? The ginger was perfect.

She tensed her belly as an orgasm raced toward her.

Suddenly he lifted up.

“Oh, no…” Now was not the time for orgasm denial, not when they were playing such a new game. “Please, Sir, I want you.”

“And I want you.” He stood, placed her lower legs over his shoulders then shoved one-handedly at his jeans.?His cock sprang out, hard and thick, the end shiny with pre-cum.

“Please,” Cassandra moaned. She felt delirious, high on desire, like her body would ignite with frustration if she didn’t get what she needed soon.

He loomed over her, bending her double so her knees were up by her chest. “I’m going to fuck you now, baby,” he said onto her lips.

“Yes, now…”

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