Page 31 of Crave Me
She yanked on her bindings again.
I laughed, went to the nightstand and grabbed the condoms and blindfold.
I placed them next to her and picked up her braid, removing the band at the bottom. “Taking away your senses enhances pleasure,” I explained while my fingers undid her braid. Her hair fell through my fingers like spun silk, her hair the color of pale straw. “By taking away your ability to touchandsee, everything I’m about to give you will be more heightened, more powerful than you’ve experienced before. Understand?”
I draped her hair over her shoulder, still out of the way, but it helped hide some of the marks on her back.
She didn’t answer me right away, and I was growing impatient. She trusted me or she didn’t, but she had to answer.
I smacked her ass, hard enough to sting, light enough to be a warning smack and not a punishment.
She jumped, pressed her hips against the side of the bed.
“Sorry! Sorry, sir, I was just thinking.”
“I’m certain I already made it clear that was no longer your job tonight.”
My hand was raised to spank her again but she answered too quickly. “I know. I was just thinking that I wasn’t sure I could experience anything more powerful than I already did.”
She licked her lips and turned her head. The hint of a teasing smile was on her lips and while it made her beautiful, it still showed her sass.
I blanked my expression as best as I could. If she thought tonight was a night for humor, then she was sorely wrong.
“You will,” I assured her, ensuring she understood the warning in my tone.
Her eyes widened and before she could hide her surprise, I slid the blindfold over her.
Without giving her further warning, I spanked her again. She made a noise of surprise before relaxing. After another two smacks, where I alternated my hand on her ass, reddening all of the small area, I stopped to give her time to recover from them.
Through each one, I watched as her cheeks turned darker, her flush spread to her back as I increased my force and speed.
“We’re at fifteen,” I said, stopping for a moment. I ran my hand in large, soothing circles across her reddened backside. Exquisite. “You’ll get more, but you may not come until I tell you. Understood?”
She nodded, her cheek pressing against the covers of the bed. “Yes, sir. Please.”
Her begging shot fire to my dick. I quickly undid my belt and pushed off my pants, taking my underwear with them. I was naked behind her, and for a moment, wished I could remove the blindfold. What would she think when she saw my dick, my hand wrapped around it, right before I pushed it into her?
“You’re drenched,” I said, gliding my hand between her thighs and running my fingers through her slit. “You like being spanked, don’t you? You like the fact you have no control right now. It’s killing you and driving you insane at the same time. Am I right?”
“Yes, sir,” she moaned as my thumb brushed her clit. “I like it. More, please.”
“Ah.” I brought my hand down on her red ass and laughed. “I like you begging, but I think I’ve heard enough. If you can be silent for ten more spankings, I’ll reward you. Only speak if you need to say yellow or red. Understand?”
Her hips pressed against the bed and I almost growled.
The little minx, trying to get off without me touching her. “If you come, and if you even think of getting yourself off before I’m fucking you and playing with your ass, our session will end immediately, Chloe.”
She gasped at the warning, but I waited until she relaxed her hips. Settling myself behind her, I grabbed her hips, letting her feel the head of my cock run through the crease of her ass down to her wet folds. A muffled sound came from her pressed together lips and her hands curled into fists.
“Soon, I’ll be fucking you, and you’ll love it, won’t you?”
She nodded rapidly, jaw clenched tight.
“Good girl,” I crooned, running my hand over her ass. I smoothed the still reddened areas, calming her. With my other hand, I kept a tight hold on her hip, pulling her as far from the bed as I could so she didn’t come. I settled myself against her ass, my dick pressed tightly between us, and I spanked her again.
Every time my hand stung her heated flesh, her lips parted like she wanted to scream.
“You’re doing so well,” I said, after I counted to eight.
