Page 10 of Spare the Rod

“Please, Sir.”

“What is it you want?”

“Anything.” Her pleas were beautiful and I wanted to give her everything. I stepped forward and ran my hand over her ass again, barely touching the edges of her beautiful lips. The way she trembled when I moved away brought me a euphoria like I had never known.

She pressed her ass backwards but I moved her forward again. “Don’t move, or you will have to wait longer, do you understand?”

A soft whimper escaped her, but she nodded. As I moved my hand back toward her center, I almost let it go, but I paused, realizing my mistake in my own desire. “Remember the rules?” My voice was gravelly, filled with need.”

“Yes, Sir. I understand.”

“Good girl,” I praised, using the opportunity to catch her off guard I slid between her folds in one swift move. The sound of her gasp filled the air as I pushed my finger into her as far as it could go, instantly making me leak like a school boy as she clung to the bench in front of her. I pulled back and pumped my finger into her again and again, my hand slapping against her wetness as her cries filled my ears like a choir.

“That’s right, ride my hand,” I encouraged her as she held on, taking every bit I gave her, trembling around my fingers as I added a second and a third digit. Her low moan had me biting my lip, eager for more, but I knew I needed to take it easy, coax her right to the edge but not far enough to go over. Not yet.

Just as she began to tighten around me I slowed, her stomach clenching, desperate for her release before I pulled out and pinched her clit, my free hand grabbing the nipple closest to me through her leather top, and doing the same. She let out a soft cry of pain and indignation but I didn’t care. I wasn’t letting go yet.

“What the hell?”

“I’m not done with you yet,” I smirked as she looked at me, a mix of passion and fury. I wanted to kiss her at that moment but instead I raised my finger to my lips and locked eyes with hers as I opened my mouth and slowly licked the length of my finger. “You taste as incredible as you look.”

Her pout turned into desire and she narrowed her eyes at me. “Like that?” I took a step, closing the distance between us. “Do you want to taste yourself on me?” I could see her answer flash in her eyes as I moved my finger toward her lips. “Do you want to use your safe word?”

She shook her head. “No, Sir.” Instead, she parted her beautiful lips and took my finger into her mouth, wrapping her tongue around the length of my finger. As it hit the back of her throat she looked up at me innocently, holding both sides of my hand, sucking my finger with a low sound of appreciation, pulsing her tongue up and down, the sensation driving me wild before she finally pulled it out.

“Thank you, Sir,” she licked her lips.

Ugh, she was perfect. In response, I ran my fingers into her hair and bunched it there, pulling her close and kissing her. Demanding and full of need. Not able to express with words how I felt in that moment, but hoping she could somehow sense it through the passion I showed her through our connection. In the way my lips pressed against hers. The way the heat seared through mine, its twin flame dancing through her.

Her body pressed closer and she tugged at my clothes, desperate to be free of the barriers between us. At last, I was happy to oblige as I stripped off her leather top, and slid free from my shirt and pants, leaving only my boxers to separate the two of us. Her full breasts spilled into my palms and I kneaded them, rolling her hardened nipples between my fingers, burning into my memory the way she clung to me and tossed her head back in pleasure as I lightly pinched her dusky tips.

“Lay down for me.” I guided her to the bench, remembering the way I had first seen her splayed out. But I wasn’t going to tie her up here. No, that was for later. She was going to be tied up my way and it was going to take a heck of a lot more trust than just a few teases to get her there.

She eased her way back on the bench, her long hair splayed around her, the tips barely brushing the floor as I lifted her hands above her head. “Keep them there,” I ordered.

Gently I moved my way lower, pausing to tweak her nipples, only to keep working my way lower, my destination the apex of her thighs. “Look how wet that gorgeous pussy is for me.”

I slapped my palm against her wet center making her come up off the bench with a sharp gasp. “Oh, no. I said to keep your hands there.” I pushed my hands against the flat of her stomach until she lowered herself back down. “Do you want to use your safeword?”

“No, Sir.” I could hear the desire in her voice and the corner of my lip tilted up. “Don’t get cocky,” she narrowed her eyes on me and my smirk turned into a laugh.

“It’s okay that you liked it.” I nudged her knees open, making them fall apart, exposing her pussy to me again. “Do you want another?”

She met my gaze defiantly. “Words, my beautiful temptation.”

“Yes,” she all but huffed.

I ran my hand over her center, barely a touch before I pulled back and sharply smacked her, the sting against my palm telling me she would feel it too. Instantly, I smacked it a second time, just as sharply, her cry of pain mixed with pleasure ringing through the air. I ran my hand over her soft center, soothing away the sting, loving the way she moaned and arched into me.

“You are so incredible when you moan for me,” I praised, marveling at the shudder that wracked over her body when I traced my finger over her thigh toward her center. As her thighs fell the rest of the way apart I couldn’t help but lower myself to her, needing to taste her sweet ambrosia. At first, I started with a soft kiss to her core, her breath catching as I made contact before I ran my tongue the length of her, another guttural moan escaping her as I reached her clit and sucked it between my lips.

As her hips came off the bench I held her stomach down and made her take it, alternating sucking her clit and flicking it with my tongue until she was writhing beneath me, begging for her release. I slowed, making her wait it out and when she had finally calmed I slid a finger into her, long and slow until it was deep inside her and her body was trembling around me. Again and again I drew it out and slowly entered her, sucking her clit, making love to her pussy like it was the last thing that existed in this world.

I wanted to let her come if for nothing but to taste her climax on my tongue, but I needed to make her wait. To carry this out until the end. With more control than I thought I had I drew back, her sound of disappointment clear when she let out a low groan.

“Not again.”

“I told you, I was going to make you wait. Tonight is all about edging you until you explode like you never have before.” I reached for her and helped her sit up, turned on when she leaned forward to kiss me. I was rock hard and ready to move this to the next level.

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