Tonight will begin that process.
I set the cane down and heft the paddle. I’ve spanked more submissives than I care to count over the years, have developed my skills until they’re damn near art. I know what I’m doing.
So why are my palms sweating? My stomach twisting itself into knots? Why am I more nervous than I was during my first scene? I know the answer as soon as the question rises. It’s because it’s Aurora. Because it’s never mattered overmuch before the way it does right now. She matters to me.
Damn it, I’m falling in love with this little asshole.
I swing the paddle, coming down squarely in the middle of her ass cheek. She jumps and lets loose a cute little whimper, but I don’t give her much time to recover before I begin working my way over every square inch of her ass and the backs of her thighs. I’m warming her up right now, pushing her past the first initial resistance to pain, that moment where she doubts that this is what she really wants. Getting her ready for the deeper strikes of the cane that will have her struggling to sit down for days. The ones that will bruise her pretty little ass.
It’s fine. I’ll kiss it better later.
I beat her until she’s shaking and her hips are rolling against the bench, though she can’t rub against anything useful in her current position. Then I drop the paddle, letting it clatter on the floor. Aurora whimpers. She knows what comes next.
Instead of picking up the cane, I step to her back and press myself to her, sealing us together from knees to hips and letting her feel the strap-on pressed against her aching ass. She jumps and then moans, arching back against me. I bend down to press my chest to her back and move her hair off the back of her neck. “How do you feel?”
“I can take more.” Her tone is a little dreamy, a little dazed.
I kiss the bared spot on her neck and smile against her skin. “I know. And you will.” She truly is a delight. I drag my nails lightly over her skin as I shift back and squeeze her ass. She jumps again, whimpering in a way that makes my pussy pulse.
The cane feels good in my hand, and I take a slow breath and then bring it down on the top curve of her ass. There are times when I would move down the space her body provides in uneven strokes, but what Aurora needs is to be out of her mind with pain and then pleasure. So I stripe her, one strike after another, layering them so there isn’t a centimeter of spared skin.
It takes time and concentration and effort, and by the time I reach the bottom of her thighs, I’m sweating lightly, and my arm aches. Aurora has gone totally limp, her breathing heavy and even. She’s firmly in subspace, and now I just need to bring her home.
I toss the cane aside to join the paddle and move forward to squeeze her ass. She moans. “How do you feel?”
“You keep asking me that.” She sounds almost drunk, her words slurring a little. “I feel fucking terrible and wonderful, all at once.”
I carefully pull her up, keeping a hold on her when she weaves, and turn her around. “I’m going to fuck you now.”
She looks down at my cock and gives me a happy smile. “Okay.”
“Lie back, love.” The endearment slips out, but she’s too out of her mind to notice. I hope. I nudge her onto the spanking bench on her back and urge her legs wide. Her pussy is drenched, but I still take the time to press two and then three fingers into her, spreading her, readying her. The orange strap-on isn’t as massive as the red, but it’s large enough that I am concerned about hurting her if she’s not ready for it.
She gasps as I fuck her slowly with my fingers, moaning and writhing around me. I could finish her like this. She’s already primed for it. But that’s not what she needs right now. Instead, I intentionally wind her tighter and tighter, edging her toward an orgasm…only to stop before shoving her over the edge.
Aurora makes a mewling sound and tries to follow my fingers as I withdraw them. “No! I’m so close.”
“I know.” I hold her steady with one hand on her hip and stroke up her stomach and play with her breasts. Allowing her time to recover while not letting her wind down completely.
When her breathing begins to even out, I start the process again, this time with my mouth. I have to be careful, so fucking careful, because all I want is lick her and suck her and nibble on her until she comes all over my face. But that’s not what Aurora needs right now. Shatter, not break. She’s close to the point she needs, but she’s not there yet.