Page 33 of Wild Cub

“Count, Teresa,” is all he says before I feel the first pop of his hand. A gasp leaves my mouth, my skin tingling under his palm.

“One,” I count. Another lands on my cheek before I can steel myself, moving me forward from the force of his hand. “Two.”

I can feel the sting even more with this one, the heat of my flesh intensifying. This is a heady sensation, pleasure mixed with pain; part of me wonders if I want more. He takes a small pause, palming my ass and inhaling a deep breath that turns into the low hum of a growl. He’s enjoying this.

My head is turned away, but I want to peek around to see him. I turn my head in his direction to see his hardness pressed against his zipper. I can feel the fiery desire to unzip his pants and take care of him, feel his hardness in my hands, knowing it’s because of me. I want to brush and stroke him, watch his face twist in need and lust.

He lands another and pain vibrates through my body. My mind begs to tap out but my pussy wants more. I’m soaked; I ache for him to touch me and let me come. “Three.”

“Little Cub, this may be punishment, but the look of this pussy glistening with need makes me want to do terrible things to you.” His low laughter sends even more heat rippling to my pussy. I try to slip my hand underneath me, hoping to slide it to my clit, but he yanks my hands back out and over my head.

He clicks his tongue at me. “That’s not being a good girl.” He swats another one on my ass, harder than the last. Now I’m getting mad. He’s taking his sweet time, the fucker.

“Mm, your ass blushes so well for me, Little Cub.”

“Four.”

He chuckles at me. “Good girl. Hang on for me.”

Smack. “Five.” A tear creeps out of my eye. The pain is about to be too much. I bit off more than I could probably handle.

It’s like he knows I’m reaching my limit. “One more and then I’ll take care of you, darlin’. Doing so well, Little Cub.”

For his last one, he uses both hands; they land on both cheeks simultaneously, releasing a mix of a whimper and yip from my lips.

“Six” I breathe out, almost out of oxygen.

He circles again, massaging my tender and sore ass as he goes. “Do you remember why I did this, Teresa?”

I nod my head. I don’t necessarily agree with it, but he’s not used to losing control. He’s not used to emotions, whether they be positive or negative.

“Say it. So I know that you do.”

I obey, if only to hurry him along. “I disobeyed and acted out, which worried you, possibly put you in danger.” I feel his weight leave the bed.

I hear him directly behind me now. “Not me, possibly put you in danger. I protect what’s mine. Can’t do that if what’s mine is acting like a brat. If you want to be a brat, darlin’, you better run, because I will find you. You won’t like your punishment, I promise you.” The echo of the wordmineresonates. We have only been with each other for almost two months.

Before I could say anything in rebuttal, his tongue finds my clit. Thank you, God. A long moan escapes my mouth as his tongue presses into me and my release starts to build. The mix of pain and heat from my ass and his gifted tongue lapping at my pussy only lifts me higher. Alexander feasts like a man starved. He sucks my clit into his mouth, and I feel like I’m about to explode. When I feel him thrust a finger inside, curling in time with his tongue, I lose my mind.

“Please, Alexander.” I’m agonizingly close. I need this release.

“You taste like the sweetest of fruits. So needy. You wanna come in my mouth?” he speaks against me.

“I’d much rather come around your cock,” I say breathlessly.

“Mm, soon, darlin’.” He pumps into me with two fingers now. I feel myself stretch around him, but it’s a tight squeeze. I can’t imagine how I’m going to take his cock.

“I have to get you ready, still so tight. Your pussy is fighting my fingers.” I’m almost there; just another moment and I’ll be seeing stars.

“Stop playing around and make me come. Please.” I’m begging now, more than I ever thought I would for a man.

The vibrations of his answering laugh ripple against my clit. “Only because you asked so nicely. Come for me, Little Cub. Let me feel it around my fingers. Give us both what we want.” He hooks an arm around my waist, keeping me in place as he feverishly works his tongue against my clit. My legs start to quiver. I’m right there, his fingers curling inside me threatening to launch me into a full orgasm. A mixture of so many different sensations sends me flying, my pussy pulsing around his fingers, my release like a bottle rocket. Stars explode behind my eyelids. He releases my waist as I come down and withdraws his fingers, making me shudder at the loss.

I slump down as all the energy leaves my body, and he flips me onto my back as he walks to the side of the bed. The glistening of my release is still on his fingers, and an idea sparks. I find the energy to grab his hand and bring his fingers to my mouth. Two can play at this game.

I suck on his fingers, tasting myself. His eyes grow wider and darker. I release his fingers with a smile. He bends down and plants a kiss on my head. The sweet tender affection puts a cherry on top.

“Go shower, I’ll cook you some breakfast. Then we’ll talk.” He leaves the room, and a frown spreads across my face. Why won’t he let me touch him? I push aside the seed of doubt. It feels like the brokenness in me is back. I just want to make him as happy as he makes me.

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