asked. “Do you want me to touch you there?”
She whimpered.
This time—with more authority—the strap popped her again, setting her clitoris aflame.
Patience exhaled a quick breath. “Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, master,” she said.
“Tell me explicitly what you desire.”
Her forehead furrowed. “Touch me. Between the legs. Please.”
“If you want pleasure from me, you will first have to earn it. I have decided to add a fourth lash to your punishment,” he said.
“I’m ready,” she said. Oh God in heaven was she ever ready. She dipped her spine down so that her bottom raised a fraction higher. Her pulse pounded between her legs.
As he moved to her side, he braced a hand on the small of her back. Patience longed to squirm, to squeeze her thighs together—but she had not been permitted to move.
She clutched the embroidered counterpane in her hands and waited.
The tip of the strap teased her cleft and moved over her bum and then it went away. It only took a second but waiting for the first real blow to fall was the most exquisite torture Patience had ever known.
Heat flashed where the strap fell. Patience shook. Her knees threatened to buckle.
“Count them for me,” James said.
Patience gulped. “One.”
“That’s one for your disobedience earlier,” he mused.
Three more. Something within her gave, as if her resistance snapped. She relaxed.
Again, the strap found its mark.
Patience moaned aloud. “Two.” Her voice no longer sounded like her own. It was husky. Breathy. Sexual.
“Your bum is red,” James said as his hand moved from the small of her back over her offended bottom. His touch was a caress meant to soothe but more than that, Patience wanted to feel his fingers delving and exploring.
After she took that fourth lick, would he touch her? Would he bring her to climax with his fingers? Impatient, she made a mewling sound. “Again,” she said, not believing she’d actually asked for it.
In a split second, his hand moved away and the strap popped as it made contact with her flesh for a third time. Patience relished the sting. “Three,” she cried.
One more and then…
There was no time to wait for it. The strap fell across her cheeks and then Patience heard it clatter to the floor as James reached between her thighs. Four.
Her fists clenched as his fingers found and kneaded her clitoris. Her cunny was sopping wet and she spread as far as possible, wanting to give him access everywhere. He did not disappoint.
A fingertip prodded the opening to her channel. Patience tensed. No one had ever been inside her there. No one. A curious, sharp pain coursed through her as he pushed his finger into her but once it was inside, it felt oh-so good. Yes, yes, finally!
“You’re tight and warm and wet,” he said.
But when he suddenly removed his finger, Patience cried out in frustration. He leaned over her, his body heavy and hot. Before Patience could consider that he might take her in spite of their agreement, he pushed the finger that had been in her cunny into her mouth.
“Taste yourself,” he said. “Suck my finger. Show me how you’re going to suck my cock.”
Again, instinct consumed her and her lips closed around the finger. She sucked and licked, tasting her own sweet cream and wondering what it would be like to taste that same cream on James’s tongue. He slid the digit in and out of her mouth over and over. “I’m going to fuck your mouth like this,” he warned. “But first, I’m going to put my finger back in your cunny and fuck you with it.”
Patience moaned as he pushed his finger into her channel once more and continued his intense, breathtaking onslaught.
“My cock will fill you much more than this finger,” he told her and Patience quivered at the thought of it.
Wonderful sensations built inside her and she struggled to keep from sagging against the bed. She clutched the covers and pushed back to meet his thrusting finger.
“You’ll do as I
She whimpered.
This time—with more authority—the strap popped her again, setting her clitoris aflame.
Patience exhaled a quick breath. “Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, master,” she said.
“Tell me explicitly what you desire.”
Her forehead furrowed. “Touch me. Between the legs. Please.”
“If you want pleasure from me, you will first have to earn it. I have decided to add a fourth lash to your punishment,” he said.
“I’m ready,” she said. Oh God in heaven was she ever ready. She dipped her spine down so that her bottom raised a fraction higher. Her pulse pounded between her legs.
As he moved to her side, he braced a hand on the small of her back. Patience longed to squirm, to squeeze her thighs together—but she had not been permitted to move.
She clutched the embroidered counterpane in her hands and waited.
The tip of the strap teased her cleft and moved over her bum and then it went away. It only took a second but waiting for the first real blow to fall was the most exquisite torture Patience had ever known.
Heat flashed where the strap fell. Patience shook. Her knees threatened to buckle.
“Count them for me,” James said.
Patience gulped. “One.”
“That’s one for your disobedience earlier,” he mused.
Three more. Something within her gave, as if her resistance snapped. She relaxed.
Again, the strap found its mark.
Patience moaned aloud. “Two.” Her voice no longer sounded like her own. It was husky. Breathy. Sexual.
“Your bum is red,” James said as his hand moved from the small of her back over her offended bottom. His touch was a caress meant to soothe but more than that, Patience wanted to feel his fingers delving and exploring.
After she took that fourth lick, would he touch her? Would he bring her to climax with his fingers? Impatient, she made a mewling sound. “Again,” she said, not believing she’d actually asked for it.
In a split second, his hand moved away and the strap popped as it made contact with her flesh for a third time. Patience relished the sting. “Three,” she cried.
One more and then…
There was no time to wait for it. The strap fell across her cheeks and then Patience heard it clatter to the floor as James reached between her thighs. Four.
Her fists clenched as his fingers found and kneaded her clitoris. Her cunny was sopping wet and she spread as far as possible, wanting to give him access everywhere. He did not disappoint.
A fingertip prodded the opening to her channel. Patience tensed. No one had ever been inside her there. No one. A curious, sharp pain coursed through her as he pushed his finger into her but once it was inside, it felt oh-so good. Yes, yes, finally!
“You’re tight and warm and wet,” he said.
But when he suddenly removed his finger, Patience cried out in frustration. He leaned over her, his body heavy and hot. Before Patience could consider that he might take her in spite of their agreement, he pushed the finger that had been in her cunny into her mouth.
“Taste yourself,” he said. “Suck my finger. Show me how you’re going to suck my cock.”
Again, instinct consumed her and her lips closed around the finger. She sucked and licked, tasting her own sweet cream and wondering what it would be like to taste that same cream on James’s tongue. He slid the digit in and out of her mouth over and over. “I’m going to fuck your mouth like this,” he warned. “But first, I’m going to put my finger back in your cunny and fuck you with it.”
Patience moaned as he pushed his finger into her channel once more and continued his intense, breathtaking onslaught.
“My cock will fill you much more than this finger,” he told her and Patience quivered at the thought of it.
Wonderful sensations built inside her and she struggled to keep from sagging against the bed. She clutched the covers and pushed back to meet his thrusting finger.
“You’ll do as I
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