I finger the buckle of my belt. “Why do you need to be punished?” I ask, leaning my shoulder against the doorframe.
“Do you think she saw us?” she asks.
In two strides I cross the room and slam my palm across her ass. I want her here, focused and present. Measured pain, followed by pleasure, will do exactly that.
“Answer the question.”
Arousal glistens on her thighs, and she gently parts her legs.
“I touched myself when you told me not to.”
“Mmm.” I nod, stroking my palm over the faintly raised skin in the shape of my palm on her gorgeous ass. “And you know you need a spanking, don’t you?”
Slowly, she nods.
I knead the tender flesh and suck in a breath when her own breath hitches. I savor every inhale and exhale.
“To answer your question, of course she saw us. Will she tell anyone? I don’t fucking care. What’d she see? You, next to me, on the bed? Whatever. She shouldn’t have been in here.”
I stroke my fingers between her legs.
“Good,” she whispers. “I don’t care either, then.”
“Will you care when I whip your ass?”
She whimpers. I knead her flesh harder, firmly, and she hisses in another breath.
“Whip my ass?” she whispers.
I lean down and brush her hair off her neck with my free hand. “Yeah, baby. Whip your ass. Do you really think a little slap and tickle is all you deserve?”
“You never gave me a little slap and tickle,” she reminds me.
I shrug. “It’s all relative, isn’t it?”
I bring the massage lower, to the tops of her thighs. I stroke between her legs. I feel her damp folds, the pulsing need between her legs.
“Touch yourself when I punish you,” I whisper, just as I move my hand away. Obediently, she spreads her legs and fingers herself.
I stand back and reach for the clasp of my belt. Her hand freezes. Her shoulders rise, and her eyes widen.
“Santo…” she whispers.
“Keep. Touching.”
With a quick snap and slither of leather on fabric, I slide my belt from my waist and make a loop. I snap the leather. She strokes and whimpers.
“When I tell you not to touch yourself, you’ll obey me,” I say, savoring the words of command and this brilliant woman’s submission to me. It’s the greatest gift anyone’s ever given me.
She nods. “Yes. Yes, I will.”
I slap the leather against the fullest part of her ass, hard. My dick throbs on impact, and my mouth waters at the beautiful pink stripe on her naked skin.
“If you disobey me, you’ll be punished.”
She nods, just before I give her another hard flick of leather, this time on the other side.
I lecture and spank her while she works her pussy. My own body thrums with need and want at the sight of her reddened ass, her legs spread wide, the way she comes up on her toes and sways in time to her lashes. We’re too far from the main entrance to her chambers for anyone to hear, but at this point, neither one of us cares.
Maybe we should. Maybe we should be more discreet. All I know now is she’s on the cusp of coming while I whip her, and I don’t want to take that from her.
Over and over I lash her, over and over she strokes and whimpers.
“Will you obey me?” I ask, just before I give her the hardest smack I’ve given her yet.
“I—I will,” she whimpers. Her hips jerk.
“Come, baby. You ready to let yourself go? Come.”
I whip her again, a gentler strike, but she’s thoroughly submerged in this. She takes every stroke of the belt. She absorbs the pain. So fucking gorgeous.
I drop the belt and crouch next to her, take her fingers off her pussy and place them beside her.
“Get up on the bed,” I whisper. “On your back and spread your legs. Hands clasped behind your head.”
She quickly obeys. I kneel in front of her, part her legs, and breathe in deeply. The scent of her arousal makes my dick pulse and my balls tighten. I want in her so badly, but first I want to taste her.
I spread her legs, inhale deeply, then stroke my tongue between her folds.
I groan at the sweet, heady taste of her. Her fingers stab into my hair, anchoring onto me. I lift her ass and squeeze, and when she whimpers, I lick her again. I fuck her core with my tongue, then suckle her clit. Her hips jerk and spasm and she’s panting with desire.
With a strangled cry, she comes on my tongue. She comes so hard and so long, she’s hoarse when she finally comes down onto the bed and softens beneath me. I give her pussy a gentle kiss, making her spasm in aftershock.
“I want you in me,” she whispers. “Santo, please.”
I shake my head. I’ve never fucked her before. If we do, we cross a line we can’t ever uncross. “Rosa,” I whisper. My voice trails off. I can’t protest much, because I want it as much as she does.