My voice trembles with anticipation. “It’s all your’s, my king.”
She stands beside the bed, like a demon from a nightmare, towering over me. Her eyes gleam as she surveys my thighs, my ass, my slick pussy, all served up to her.
Her cool fingers reach for my thighs first, squeezing and kneading them. I sigh at her touch. Then she moves up, caressing my ass, working the sensitive skin there, readying me. I push myself into her hands, wiggling my hips.
“You’ve been a very bad girl,” Crimson whispers.
I swoon at her words, immediately falling into my role in this game. “I’m sorry, my king.”
“Wasting your blood…denying me the pleasure of draining that breather…”
“Please, my king…I never meant to disobey you. My blood is your’s.”
She sighs throatily, and I’m quivering so much I can barely stay upright. Luckily, her hands are still on my thighs and ass, steadying me.
“And I will drink my fill tonight. I do not tolerate insubordination, and you must be punished.”
“Yes, sir.” I arch my back, pushing my cheeks into her hands.
Her fingers give me one last, final squeeze. Then her palm comes down sharply against my skin, sending a wonderful stinging pain through me.
I gasp in surprise, but quickly silence myself. I want to show her that I can take it. I can’t give in too quickly.
Butoh…it feelsso good…
Her other palm comes down on my opposite cheek, the slap ringing out crisply through the crypt. Wetness pools in my core, and drips down my thighs.
“You lookdeliciouslike this,” Crimson purrs, bringing her hand up again, and then coming down, a little harder this time. I can’t suppress the moan of pleasure that rips from my throat. Whatisit that drivesme so wild? The rush of suspense? The sweet sting of her palm against my ass? The joy of submitting myself fully to her? Of satisfying her desires?
She alternates between my cheeks, gradually increasing in tempo and sharpness. I revel in the pain, in the anticipation of the next spank, in the joyous surrender…
“Can you take it, sweet one?” Crimson asks. Her voice is still malicious, dripping with villainy, but I know she’s checking in.
“Please don’t stop…” I find myself whispering, as I descend into the haze of my own submission.
“You’re taking your punishment so well,” she croons. I’m so wet, so desperately horny, I could almost come just from her words, from the sharp slap of her fingers against me.
“I just want…to please you…” I moan, fisting the blankets as her slaps become harder.
She pauses, and rubs my tender backside with her chilly fingers. “Who do you serve?” she asks.
“You, my king.”
“And who owns your pain?”
“You, sir.”
“And who…” I can hear the smirk in her voice. “Owns your pleasure?”
My head spins. “You, Crimson.”
She reaches down to find my throbbing, aching clit, and my knees almost buckle. I groan with pleasure as she teases me firmly between her fingers, working my slickness. I can’t stop myself from coming, and my desire drips down her hand. I’m so weak after being spanked, but I summon up the energy to buck against her hand with my hips, begging silently for more.
She saddles up onto the bed, and enters me from behind with two fingers. The angle is glorious, and I quickly start to ride her hand as she fucks me, adding another finger. I get onto my hands so I can properly move with her, and we work up to a quick tempo. It’s incredible to have her inside me like this, and I feel like a wild animal, desperate to come again. My breasts bounce against my chest as I move.
Crimson’s other hand comes up under me, taking my neck at thebase. I moan at the sensation, enjoying how she holds me so firmly, so assertively. She moves my chin so that her gaze is locked with mine, and pulls me into a glamour.
It’s a wonderful tingle along my skin, amplifying every sensation like turning up the bass so it vibrates through your bones. I’msosensitive, so tender, so raw…
