Page 123 of Brighter Than Gold

Smack

Smack

Smack

Her back rose and fell with each heavy breath as the pain radiated.

Smack

Smack

Little moans followed her exhales. My body was clenched tight with excitement as I delighted in delivering Reyah’s punishment.

Then my hand found her cunt, glistening and hot to the touch, and I moved softly along her. Her hips pushed back into me slowly, and for good measure, I lay a last quick strike over her ass with my opposite hand. She yelped and her hips retreated, making me chuckle.

“Always wanting more from me, aren’t you, Little Raven?” Two fingers danced along the delicate petals of her lips until I could feel her pulse in her cunt. I pushed the fingers slowly inside, and Reyah let out a satisfied moan. She was so slick, so primed that my cock was screaming to just bury myself in her.

“Can you snap your fingers?”

Reyah’s eyes darted back to me. She knew I was about to push her.

“Show me.”

She snapped twice.

“Good. Head down.” Reyah lay her head back down on the desk and I began to move my fingers.

Slowly at first, pleasurably. But I could feel how tense she was, tighter knowing something was coming, but not knowing what.

I began to move faster, and rougher, aiming my fingertips downwards, right at that one particular spot. Reyah flinched and tried to move her hips away, it was too much and too fast. I placed my hand over her back to keep her still.

“Don’t move. You’ll take what I give you.”

When she seemed to relax into that pace, I immediately started on her even harder. Another muffled yelp escaped her lace-stuffed mouth and she reflexively kicked up a leg. I rested my forearm between her shoulders to keep her still as she bucked again and again.

I pushed into her faster and faster, her struggling under me was constant and I leaned my weight on top of her to keep her from moving.

“You can take it,” I grunted as I worked, sweat now glinting on my temples.

I felt her body suddenly adapt and change, and now she was chasing down her violent relief from me, clamping around my fingers, rocking her hips into my hand, panting, moaning, tensing for it. As she crested, I tore my fingers out of her and rocked them against the swollen bundle of nerves, and fuck, she came so hard, soaking my hand and the floor beneath us with a gush as she cried out.

I held her tightly as her body shook and convulsed below me, lost in a world of sensation and rapture. Her legs trembled to keep her upright and her hands gripped the material of my tunic forcefully.

When the contractions were through, I tugged the lace from her mouth.

“Fuck…fuck…” she whimpered blissfully. I watched the muscles pull and release in her brow, looking like pain and desperation and salvation all at the same time.

“Are you with me, Little Raven?” I whispered to her.

She nodded but didn’t open her eyes, and I smiled like the cat that caught the canary, viciously satisfied.

“I’m drenched,” she finally whispered.

I took a glance down at where we stood, a small puddle now around our feet.

“You are fucking incredible,” I purred into her ear.

I loosened the belt and she took her arms back, lifting herself slightly off the desk. I tore the wet dress off of her, and her body jerked with the savageness as hundreds of tiny pearls bounced and clattered along the floor and into the spill she’d made.

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