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“Are you going to spank me?”
“I haven’t decided yet. I think you might like spanking too much and you need to be punished. Go wait in the bedroom for me. I have to take care of some things.” She nodded and headed out of the room. “Darci,” he said, stopping her. He waited until she was facing him again to continue. “I promise to keep your fears in mind. I like you being mine too.” Her lip quirked upward in a small smile as she walked to the bedroom. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. She waited on the floor and vowed to herself to suck it up and take whatever punishment he devised. She was falling hard for Bradley Givens, and she wanted to make him happy.
The next morning, she woke up with stiffness everywhere. Her poor bottom was still sore because Bradley had spanked her. Even worse, she was still aching with need. It was the most intense spanking he had given her. Ultimately, she had been glad for the spanking, and it was nothing compared to the way he had tormented her in bed after it was over. She sank into the pillows and let her mind drift to the previous night.
He had kept her waiting in the bedroom for almost half an hour before he made an appearance. She had been unsure of what he meant when he told her to wait in the bedroom, so she had stripped and was kneeling on the floor just inside the bedroom door when he came in. He seemed pleased to find her this way, but he didn’t say as much. She had been disappointed to not at least get a “good girl,” out of him but he was probably still pissed at her. She had a feeling she would have to work hard to earn a “good girl,” from him again.
He had wasted no time pulling her across his lap. The spanking was different this time. There was no warmup, and there were no pauses for gentle caresses of her naughty bits. Had he run his fingers across her pussy he would have found her soaked. He didn’t though. He just spanked her. Repeatedly, sharp stings peppered her ass cheeks until they she was certain the heat radiating from her bottom could roast marshmallows. She wasn’t sure how long it went on, but it seemed like forever. Abruptly it stopped. “Stand up,” he ordered gruffly. “We’re not done yet, but I need you to tell me if you have any issues being spanked with a belt.” Darci winced. It wasn’t a hard limit, but it wasn’t her favorite thing in the world. “Answer me please.”
She shook her head. “No, Sir. It’s not a limit, but it’s not my favorite implement.” Tugging her closer to him, he gripped a fistful of her hair.
“Are you supposed to enjoy this, pet?” She shook her head. “How wet is that cunt though?” he growled in her ear. Unsure of how to answer, she just whimpered. That wasn’t good enough.
“Don’t make me ask again, or I’ll find out myself.”
She swallowed hard. “I’m soaked, Sir.”
He thrust two fingers harshly inside her and closed his eyes. “Christ baby you’re fucking drenched. Does punishment make you horny?” She whimpered again and nodded. He pulled his fingers from her and ordered her to suck them clean. Then he unbuckled his belt and ordered her to turn and bend over the bed. She gripped the covers expecting the blows from the belt to come immediately. Instead, he paced behind her for a moment. Finally, he folded the belt and stepped closer to her. “You’ll take twenty.”
With no more waiting he pulled his arm back and delivered the first one.
The pain was searing, but her pussy throbbed as a new wave of moisture flooded her. He paused a moment and then gave three sharp smacks with the folded piece of leather. The combined sting of the swats had her jumping up grabbing her ass. Fuck that hurt.
“Back in place. Now,” he bit out. When she complied, the spanking continued. The rest of the twenty were delivered in random groupings with long and short pauses between. He was making sure she didn’t wind up in that head space where the pain turned to pure pleasure. Instead, he kept her right on the brink just between intense pain and bliss. When he dropped the belt, she thought it was over. She couldn’t have been more wrong.
He let her catch her breath and even gently rubbed her stinging ass. But then, he ordered her onto her back on the bed with her legs spread wide. She didn’t think her ass could handle any more, so she was quick to comply. Seconds later, his fingers were buried deep inside her, and he had attached clamps to her sensitive nipples. Repeatedly he had brought her to the brink of an orgasm, but he never let her go over the edge.
“It’s about self-control,” he kept telling her as she continued to beg him for permission to come. He denied her every time. His clothes stayed on the entire time he was torturing her. When he noticed that it was after three in the morning his brutal assault on her clit and g-spot had halted.
He kissed her on the cheek and told her to go to sleep before turning out the light and climbing into bed. She had whimpered, practically begging him to fuck her, but he had told her to stop talking, or he was going to bend her over his knee again.
Honestly though the way she was aching between her legs, a spanking might have been welcome despite the soreness. Instead of pushing the issue, she closed her eyes and tried to go to sleep.
Bradley had drifted off with one final warning. “Don’t touch yourself. I’ll be the one to decide the next time you come.”
Crap. Hopefully he didn’t make her wait too long. Now it was morning and she was aching to have him inside her. But he was still sleeping peacefully. It was almost time for their alarms to go off, so she snuggled up to him and kissed the back of his neck.
When she felt him stir at her kiss, she smiled. Maybe it would work. He rolled over to face her and then rolled again so he was on top of her. She raised her hips to grind into his obvious erection. “I know what you’re doing, baby girl. It’s not going to work.” Her hips gyrated back and forth as she ground into him harder. His eyes closed, and she thought her plan was working. It wasn’t.
“Self-control,” he whispered, kissing her softly before rolling off her. “Time to get up. We both have to work.”
She groaned in frustration as he got out of bed. “You’re not nice.”
“Of course I’m nice,” he said with a grin. “Look at it this way. You’ll be thinking of me all day long.” He leaned down and kissed her again, deeper this time, before heading into the shower.
It was a struggle, but she resisted the urge to slip her fingers between her legs and relieve the ache. She had to at least try to be more obedient, so she climbed out of bed to get ready for work.
34
DARCI would never know just how difficult it had been to leave her this morning without fucking her. He was going to have blue balls by the time the day was over. Hopefully the never-ending stream of meetings and phone calls would keep his mind off of it. He knew Darci was suffering, but that was the point. Thinking of the face she made with her pouty little mouth when he made her get up and get ready for work made him chuckle. It was short lived as he walked into the office and saw the look on Adara’s face.
“Sir, the senator wants to see you right away, and I have to warn you he’s not in the best of moods.” He knew it was bad if she was calling him sir. Adara usually stuck to boss. He tried to think of what could have set the senator off but couldn’t come up with anything.
“Thank you, Adara. Is he in his office?”
“Yes, sir.”
Bradley cringed. Definitely bad.
