“Now take my cock in your mouth as I punish you.”
I froze. “Punish me?”
“Nine hits for your failure to follow instructions. You’re about to get another if you don’t do as I say.”
I put my thumb under his shaft and pulled the large head to my lips. His hips jutted up, pushing the tip into my mouth. I opened as wide as I could and took it to the back of my throat.
“That’s it, Sadie. Now take your punishment like a good girl.” He pushed my ass forward, a hand spread against each cheek. His breath was gone from my pussy, making me moan for the want of it.
Then he hit me, one palm on each side. The slap sound of skin on skin was like a gunshot in the quiet house. I bucked forward, shoving his cock against the back of my throat and making myself gag. A sting erupted along my ass. I’d never been spanked before, especially not like this.
He hit me again, sending a tremor straight to my pussy.
“Goddammit, Sadie. I want to tongue fuck you so bad right now. But you must be punished.” Another set of stinging slaps.
Then he pushed a finger inside my pussy. I ground my hips down onto him, fucking his finger.
Another, single slap this time. His fingers raked my g-spot, sending heat straight to my clit, lighting me up from the inside. Another slap, harder and closer to where his finger was embedded inside me.
“One more, little slut. Do you want it? Tell me you want it.”
God help me, I did. The pain and pleasure mixed until I didn’t know where one ended and the other began. I moaned around his thick cock.
The final slap cracked against my ass and then both his hands were on my hips, pulling me back toward him. His hot mouth hit my sensitive flesh and I spread my legs wider, giving him access to all of it. His tongue snaked from my opening to my clit as I bobbed on his cock even more feverishly. The thought of him coming in my mouth made me grind against him. I was rough. He was rougher, now shoving his cock deeper into my mouth as I took each vicious plunge to the back of my throat.
The sounds we were making – grunts, moans, wet, and slippery – had never filled this room before. I didn’t care, I just never wanted him to stop licking me, to never stop fucking me with his tongue.
When he seized on my clit with a vengeance, he sent me rocketing away toward my orgasm. He sucked so hard that I thought my pussy was going to go numb, but then I exploded, my release rocking over me in wave, causing me to take his cock in even deeper strokes.
I let my hips go, pushing him down into the bed with my need to get every last ounce of contact. He groaned into me, and I felt his shaft growing in my mouth. Then the salty heat spilled from him into me. He stiffened and groaned. Cum coated my tongue and dribbled out my mouth even as I tried to swallow it down. His hands dug into my hips, hanging onto me as I drowned in his scorching spend. His cock pulsed once more and then stopped.
He went lax beneath me before giving my pussy one more full lick from clit to entrance.
I rolled off him and took in huge gulps of air. His cum trailed down the sides of my mouth, my chin. I didn’t care. I had the insane urge to rub it in, to mark myself with him somehow.
We lay there for a few minutes, breathing, recovering. He put a hand on my thigh and just let it rest there. Ownership.
Shit, what have I gotten myself into?
He sat up and swung his legs off the bed before stretching. “I’m going to make breakfast. Eggs and pancakes. Downstairs in five minutes, Sadie.”
He looked at me over his shoulder, a devilish glint in his eye. “If you’re late, I’m going to get my belt and then we’ll really have some fun.”
I felt like I’d somehow been catapulted into an alternate reality.
“You make breakfast?” I said to his retreating back and perfect ass.
“What do you think I am, some sort of anti-breakfast Sadist? Five minutes started ten seconds ago, Sadie. I’m counting.” He disappeared into his room.
CHAPTER SIX
Gray Elliot
I fucked her again that day, and then ate her pussy like it was my higher calling that night. I was already addicted. I was obsessed before, now I was fucking devoted to making her come and disciplining her when she got out of line.
The next day, after my breakfast in bed, I had to go to the university and get some work done. I toyed with the idea of tying her up while I was gone, but she was sated and already back in bed before I’d gotten dressed. I’d decided to leave her free, telling her that if she wasn’t waiting for me by the door, naked and on her knees at 4 p.m. when I arrived home, then I would cane her. Her eyes had opened wide with the threat.