“Yes,” she whispers.
I ease her hands off her head. A tumble of glossy coffee-dark hair spills over her shoulders, parting around the deliciously indecent display of those tits. I turn her to face the bed, guiding her hands flat on the mattress so she’s bent at a slight angle.
She peeks at me over her shoulder as I position myself behind her, to the left.
“It’s just a small transgression,” I tell her. “So perhaps only a small consequence is necessary.”
Again, she nods. Her gorgeous tits sway a bit, and she tilts her round ass in invitation. I deliver a light smack, and she tenses with a squeak, then looks back at me.
“I can’t imagine,” she tells me with a saucy smirk, “learning much of anything from such…hesitantinstruction.”
“Really now?” I say with a chuckle.
Placing one arm in front of her hips for leverage, I land two sharp swats. She lets out a surprised “Ah!” and lifts a high-heeled foot off the floor.
Her bottom cheeks have two oblong patches of color, and she reaches back to smooth a hand over the area.
“Ooh, it’s warm,” she says. “But maybe… not warm enough.”
I move her hand aside and deliver another smack, a tiny bit harder.
“Ah! One,” she breathes.
“Counting your strokes, wicked girl? How many do you think you should take?”
She pauses. “Six. But fast. I want it to feel like… a little more than I expect.”
I wrap one hand around her wrist and firmly lock it at her lower back, then arc my arm down in five more quick, stinging blows. When I stop, she exhales with a trembling sound that’s half relief, half lust. I tenderly caress her ass, which now feels lightly toasted.
“I’ve never seen you wear pink before,” I tease. “It looks stunning on you.”
She straightens and turns to me with an expression of exhausted pleasure, and I gingerly remove the clothespins before pulling her into my embrace.
Finally I kiss her, just a brush of our lips. “I confess, I didn’t know I might have a taste for such a thing.” Another kiss, longer. “But everything is pleasure with you.”
Her hand works between us as we kiss more deeply. She opens my trousers and starts to push them off impatiently. I help, stepping out of the rest of my clothes. Natalia moves the bundle of fabric into position with her foot, creating a landing spot on the tile floor before dropping to her knees. Without hesitation she wraps my cock in her hand and plunges her mouth over me.
Her hunger is overwhelming—this is no cautious exploration but has the urgency of someone long denied an irresistible delight. It takes me a few moments to regain command of my wits; then I sweep her hair back—relishing the feeling of her head moving eagerly beneath my hands—and gather it to keep the disheveled tresses from her face.
“So sehe ich Dich gerne,” I growl, falling helplessly into my native tongue, enraptured by the sight of her, the feeling, thedepth of her passion. “Du hast immer noch nicht genug. Such a greedy woman…”
After a few minutes of her enthusiastic labors, a warning tension creeps through me, bright and potent as glowing coals.
My fist tightens on her hair. “Stop, Talia… wait.”
She pulls back and gazes up at me, lips parted and flushed, glimmering wet like her eyes. I draw her to her feet.
“You’re not crying, are you?” I ask, cupping her chin in concern.
“Hardly,” she says with a small laugh. “I just, um… choked a little, and it made my eyes water.”
Her words inspire a visceral stab of need, and I lift her into my arms. She kicks her shoes off and wraps her legs around my hips, my cock trapped between us. As I stride toward the en suite where my shaving bag has condoms, she grinds against me. The flexing of her ass in my hands, the warm patches that bring back the memory of her sighs and whimpers as I applied the hairbrush to her bottom… it almost conspires to unman me, as if I were half my age.
I stop at the marble counter, leaning her on it so I can free one hand and riffle through the shaving kit to snag a string of condoms. Devouring her lips, I make my way all but blind to the bed and lay her half propped against the bank of pillows before sinking between her legs, kissing my way down her body.
Her heavenly tits still retain the pink imprints of where the clothespins were, and I pause to lovingly soothe the marks, bathing her nipples with my tongue, sweeping and swirling, tugging gently with a suction that makes her hips shoot toward me.
Humming a low, taunting laugh against her skin, I continue my path downward, my mouth and hands everywhere, insatiable. I move one of her knees and slide down, eager to kiss her firm, slick clit.
