Page 100 of His Atonement
Zan's nostrils flare, he licks his lips and tries to raise up toward me but I use my free hand and take a fistful of his pink mohawk. "My punishment on my terms. You will eat my pussy until I grant you permission to stop. You will continue to pleasure me until I am satisfied before I let you come again." I lower myself so my core is less than an inch away from his sinful mouth then take a deep breath. "You will carry out your punishment now, slave. Do it now or I will punish you again for your disobedience."
My back bows the second Zan swipes his tongue through my folds, licks me from bottom to top. A growl of satisfaction rumbles through his chest, rumbles right up inside me and when he licks me again only to pull my clit between his lips, my entire body jerks. I jerk so hard I yank on the chain and tug his hair, then try to remember not to moan or do anything else that could be viewed as approval because this was supposed to be a punishment.
Within seconds I'm failing at that though, because the way Zan licks and sucks, the obvious enjoyment he gets from doing this, the way he pulls on my piercing with his teeth has me damn near riding his face like a cowboy.
My fingers dig into his hair, pull his mouth closer, and with each flutter of my pussy, each hard contraction of its hot slick walls, I yank the chain to his nipple clamps and roll my hips even harder.
I don't moan though, no, I don't make a noise.
Not while he fucks me with his tongue, not while Zan moans and growls as he drinks down my arousal, not even when he nips my clit with his lips or grazes it with his teeth.
Nope, I don't make one goddamn noise while I practically rip out his hair or pull the chain so hard it breaks off the nipple clamps, and definitely not when Zan sucks on my clit and growls before he makes me come so goddamn fast my orgasm slams into me like a freight train going right off the rails.
I don't make a peep until my beautiful mate rides out every last wave of my release, growls the wordomnipotentagainst my spasming pussy, then proceeds to break his wrist restraints, grab my ass and lift me as he sits up quicker than I can even register.
Faster still, Zan slides me down his body, positions me in his lap and in a blur of foggy lust, slams me down on his cock until I'm completely seated on his hips.
That's the only time I make any noise.
“Fuck," I hiss as my fingers dig into his shoulders, the feeling of being so fucking full, of being stretched to the max another level of euphoria. "Fuck yes."
Zan wraps his arms around my waist then begins to move me up and down, sliding my pussy along his enormous and incredibly hard dick. "I am sorry for putting an end to your most delicious torture,” he groans into my neck. "I could simply no longer wait to be buried inside you."
I nod as my eyes flutter closed, nod as I begin rocking my hips a little faster. "You are forgiven." I remove his blindfold just before I throw my head back, another orgasm building immediately. "I'll just punish you for it next time we do this."
Zan growls as he lifts his head, and yanks my hair so he can crush his mouth to mine while he meets me thrust for thrust, impales me on his glorious cock over and over, harder and deeper.
My walls clamp down around him, milk him, practically beg for him to come inside me and just when I'm about to go over the edge again, Zan's kisses become absolutely brutal before he reaches between us and pulls hard on the chain attached to my jewelry and I shatter.
I fucking detonate, come so goddamn hard that I don't think it'll ever stop, every inch of my skin dancing in the white hot pleasure and pain, his name tearing from my throat as I scratch the hell out of his shoulders and back, and draw blood.
Zan growls, growls low and deep as I feel his body jerk, feel his cock swell and explode inside me, feel every bit of his cum as his release wracks his body.
We stay like that for a while, wrapped up in each other's arms, Zan still buried to the hilt and strapped to the table by his ankles, me a quivering, twitching, limp mess against him. Lazy kisses, gentle caresses. A rather tender moment after so much intensity, a beautiful moment I want to hold onto forever.
"You make an absolutely divine dominant, my darling mate.” Zan grins against my lips. "Had I known how wonderfully you would carry out the role, I would have considered submitting to you sooner."
I smile and push his hair from his eyes. "I learned from the best." Another sweet kiss. "And that was super fun. I was a little worried about hurting you though, worried about going too far or doing something you didn't like."
"I know.” He gives me a soft smile as he holds me tighter. "But you did beautifully and I can take anything you give me. I will happily accept everything you do to me, in or out of the sex dungeon."
I giggle, plant a kiss on his lips, then frown as I feel my legs start to stiffen. "I need to smoke now though."
"Yes you do. I can feel your rigidity beginning to set in." While keeping me in his lap—and on his dick—Zan bends and reaches to undo the shackles around his ankles. "So smoke you shall, then we will rest, let the dystonia pass, perhaps have a snack, then I shall strap you to this table to do with you as I wish."
My smile can barely be contained as Zan swings his legs over the side of the table, my big ass still in his lap. "I like that plan a lot."
"Excellent." Another kiss. "Now let's get you good and high so we can continue celebrating our wedding night."
Rain Dance
Afew hours later, after doing everything we planned, I roll over in bed, feel around for Zan, and find his side empty and cold. I frown as I sit up and do a quick inventory to make sure I'm not having any symptoms, then look around at our mess.
Sex toys all over. A huge puddle of lube on the floor, the bottle still on its side. Candles all put out but still set up, wax everywhere, rose petals on pretty much every surface held in place either by lube or wax. The table itself is a total disaster of all kinds of fluids, broken toys, and the remnants of my stockings and garter belt hanging from the wood. One of the posts of the bed is gone completely, another broken and hanging by a few splinters, one of my stilettos stuck in it by the heel. The black satin sheets on the bed are tangled to expose most of the mattress, our pillows scattered and missing.
Our bedroom is totally trashed, but I smile.
My OCD is gonna go nuts later, but right now I'm satisfied as hell with the way things look, so much so I need to find my husband to see if he's game for another roll in thedungeon.
