Page 66 of The Lies That Shatter
“More…please,” I beg, as the last spank sends a shiver down my spine. “Please, Finley. I need you.”
A stray tear rolls down my cheek, and I can’t even wipe it away because I know I’m not allowed to move my hands. The last few blows have been more painful than the rest, as my ass cheeks are now so red and sore, even his tender touch can’t soothe the sting. I’m a panting, turned-on mess, and my body is screaming at me, demanding so much more.
Adrenaline and desire courses through my veins, and I’m so much more aware of his presence. With every move he makes, the anticipation builds and all the sensations are enhanced. As he strokes my red, inflamed flesh, his fingers drift closer to my slit, and my eagerness grows.
When his finger finally sweeps along my sensitive slit, a delicious moan of pleasure rips from me, and he groans upon hearing it. “You’re so wet, Mac. Did you like getting your ass spanked? Good girls shouldn’t enjoy punishments.”
I can barely take in his words as he continues to run his finger through my folds, gathering up the liquid that’s pooling between my thighs. When he reaches my clit, he makes sure to circle lightly several times, until the hard nub is coated in my juices. The sensations are maddening; soft enough to make my body hum, but nowhere near hard enough to give me the pleasure I seek.
I know he’s waiting for my response, but my brain is still trying to process what he said. He repeats himself. “Are you wet for me, sweetheart?”
I nod my head, which earns me another hard slap on my already sore ass. I howl loudly, unable to control my whimpers. “I’m sorry. Yes, yes. It’s all for you. I’m wet for you. The spankingturned me on so much, but I don’t think I can take many more.” The words tumble out of me quicker than normal, and Finn whispers shushing noises into my ear as he tries to soothe my stinging ass cheek.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. You’ve been such a good girl, taking my spanking so well. I won’t do it anymore tonight. Is that okay?” he whispers into my ear, his voice soothing.
His praise makes me pull my shoulders up a little, and I’m proud that I’ve been able to please him so much. I’ve never needed praise before for anything, but getting it from Finn in this situation is something I crave. I feel like I’m exploring new sides to my sexuality, and for the first time in a long time, I feel so fucking alive.
“Thank you. Will you…fuck me now?” I ask, using my newfound confidence to vocalise what I crave.
I don’t need to look at him to see the smile on his face. I can almost hear it when he speaks. “Of course. I will always give you what you need.”
Before he’s even finished his sentence, his fingers return to my folds. With expert precision, he uses his fingers to drive me crazy. He alternates between sliding them through my slit, gathering up my juices, and circling around my clit before rubbing it with varying levels of pressure. He knows exactly what to do to draw me to the edge of madness, only to pull away and leave me gasping for more.
Without warning, while his thumb lightly traces over my clit, he slides two soaked fingers into my waiting hole, and the delicious stretch takes my breath away. He moves them in slowly at first, until they’re all the way in, before he gently pulls them back. It’s agonisingly slow, but I know he’s doing it to drag out the sensations, to make me even more sensitive.
Once I’m adjusted to his fingers, he begins thrusting them in and out quicker than before, curving them at just the right angle.I press my ass back, tilting my pelvis as best I can to meet his fingers, but it’s nearly impossible with his other hand holding my hip.
I’m so lost in his touch. I miss the absence of his body crowding over my back, and it’s not until I feel something warm and wet against my clit that my eyes fly open. I can’t see much from this position with my cheek against the door, but I have to look down to find Finn. He’s kneeling between my legs, eye level with my ass, as he reaches out with his tongue to lick my clit.
My first thought is to be self-conscious. Even though he’s tasted me before, this is a completely different position, and my ass is right in his face. But he doesn’t seem to care. He drags his tongue along my slit, around my aching hole, and even circles my puckered asshole—which feels surprisingly good.
For a moment, I consider telling him he doesn’t have to do it, but I know I’d be wasting my words and energy. If Finn didn’t want to do something, he wouldn’t. Besides, it was only a small sample, but enough to awaken the desire in me.
We’ve talked before about ass play, and it’s always been something I’m open to trying, though we haven’t got close yet. So, for me, this is another thing I’d like to experience, and given the way his tongue continues to explore, Finn feels the same way.
I push all thoughts from my mind and just allow myself to feel… Fuck, it feels good! His fingers, his thumb, his tongue, they’re everywhere, all at the same time, and my body is on fire. The gentle hum that was sizzling under the surface has now blossomed into full scale electricity, and I’m more alive than ever.
My cries of pleasure grow louder as the muscles in my lower abdomen coil, my body edging closer and closer to the sweet relief I crave. My legs tremble, and the tingling in my pussymakes me even wetter. I struggle to catch my breath as I chase the impending orgasm.
“I’m close,” I mumble through desperate gasps for air.
Finn doesn’t say anything, he just continues to put his tongue to good use. Only a few seconds later, I can feel the start of the orgasm that’s about to hit. But before I topple over the edge, Finn pulls away, removing his hand and his mouth.
“Noooo. What… What are you… Why?” I groan, struggling to find the words as I turn more to face him, my eyes widening in disbelief.
Finn is still on his knees behind me, his lips glistening from my juices, as he brings his fingers to his mouth. He keeps his blue eyes locked on mine, and I watch as they flare with passion as he licks my juices from his digits. The cocky smirk is still present on his face, and I’m such a mess of nervous energy and empty sensations that I can’t help but scowl at him.
“You only come when I tell you that you can, remember?” he says, sounding a lot more calm than I am.
Finn rises to his feet, and I try to turn to face him, but he tuts at me before using his hands to keep me in the same position. He runs his fingernails gently down my spine, and I shiver, my pussy pulsing with an aching need that continues to grow the closer he is to me.
His fingers gently swirl around my waiting pussy, before he pulls them to my clit. He’s back to moving so slowly, it’s maddening. He repeats the process three more times. Bringing me right to the edge, until I’m a sweaty, panting mess, and then he withdraws, leaving me desperate for me. Each time the sensation gets more intense, and I can’t control the frantic desperation that continues to build each time he leaves me on the edge.
The next time he traces his finger through my slit, he stops at my ass. I feel him spread my juices over my hole, and he repeatsthis process several times until he’s sure it’s soaked—which, given how much I’m dripping, doesn’t take long.
“Are you ready for me to play with your ass?” he asks in that low, sexy voice that makes my heart flutter.
Apprehension hits, and I’m suddenly overrun with too many thoughts. What if it hurts? What if I don’t enjoy it? What if it’s messy? All those thoughts and more spill through my brain, and I know if I speak they will all come spilling out of me, and I’ll sound like an insecure girl who was a virgin until recently. I feel safe with Finn, but now’s not the time for him to learn how crazy I really am.
