My Summer Girl

Chapter Ten

Dulce

Amigos Con Derechos – Reik Maluma

The first blow to myass feels like the sharpest.

“One!” It comes out so wanton and breathy. Tears slide down my cheeks, but not because of the pain. I live for what their hands do to me, when they use canes—or my favorite, riding crops. They know it drives me wild, but this is different.

I had a taste.

They were inside me.

And now, I’m desperate for more.

The second slap comes and I forget to count because I’m still dazed about the emptiness between my thighs. I shouldn’t feel so empty, but I do. It’s like they gave me the best gift and snatched it before I could truly enjoy it.

“Count,” Vex chastises when I miss the second one. Their fingers dig into my hips with a punishing grip.

“Two,” I pant. They don’t stop, going for more. “Three, four,” I whimper as they land the other two in quick succession. I’m dripping. I can literally feel it leaking down my legs as I imagine them scooping it up and using it for lubrication.

“One more, little dove, and then I’m going to make you hurt inside.”

“Yes, I want that.” And I do, thinking of them ramming into me with abandon. Pain gets me off, sure, but it also stimulates the worried and overworked part of my brain like nothing else, stealing all my thoughts.

When their final blow lands, it’s right between my thighs, directly on my clit, and somehow that pushes me into a convulsing orgasm that I can’t seem to shake. My entire body shudders as I fall and they’re pressing their lips against my spine, my ass, and finally a chaste one on my pussy, soothing the ache.

“You did so good,” they praise. “Took my punishment like the goddess you are.”

Another full body shudder rushes through me from their words. Everything seems a bit fuzzy. I know I’m close to hitting that subspace I go to every time we’re together and in a long scene, but I can’t seem to stop begging for more.

“Please, Vex, please fuck me.”

“Only well behaved pets get to be fucked.”

Even as I want to argue, I’m silenced by their tongue sinking into my entrance. Vex kneels behind me, their heated breaths teasing my core. Both of their hands grip my hips, digging in while holding me against their face. I’m whining at this point, unable to keep the absolute pleasure from escaping my mouth.

Pressure at my entrance has my eyes widening. Peering back at Vex, I notice their mouth hasn’t left me, but their left hand holds something I’ve never seen before.

It’s wet, lubricated, and stretching me wide.

“W-what’s that?” I ask, clenching around the foreign object.

“Your punishment.” They chuckle with mirth.

A buzzing sound fills my ears as they press the object into me farther. The stretch has me bowing my back with pleasure. It’s intense and vibratory, and I want to know what they’re putting in me.

“Vex,” I hiss as pleasure zips through me.

“You were bad, dove. Bad pets get punished.”

I frantically shake my head, wondering what it could be. They’re a sadist, and I’m a masochist, and punishments aren’t supposed to feel good, but that doesn’t mean pleasure is out of reach.

For us, our desires help us let go.

When I’m being disciplined, it’s usually because I won’t tell them what I need, or how my day went, or what holds me hostage.

They expect honesty, openness, and a freedom that they’ve always offered me. We’re not supposed to hold back, so when something bothers me and I don’t tell them what that is, they discipline me.

It helps me release that tension and stress, something that allows me to be free of my own burdens.

There is a bond between a Dom and a sub, one that’s gained with respect, trust, and honesty. We may have kept from crossing the sexual boundary but what we already have is intimate.

“Please,” I beg, thinking of how torturous not being able to have sex will be. “I’ll be good.”

“You were already bad,” they coo, almost in a placating way. But that doesn’t settle me. I know they will make it hard for me.

“What’s my punishment?” I ask, wanting nothing more than to beg them to skip it. “I’m sorry I was bad.” I trust them wholeheartedly. Even though they test me within my limits, I’ve never had to use my safe word to stop a scene.

They round the front of my body, their bare skin making me antsy for more. Vex shakes their head with humor shining in their eyes. “No, you’re not. You’re just sad because my reprimanding isn’t going to be what you want.”

I pout, twisting in their direction. “Tell me what it is.”

“I’m not going to give you my cock.”

The worst possible outcome is them not fucking me. That’s literally the worst thing they could’ve chosen to do.

“Please don’t take that away,” I plead. “I’ve waited so long for you.”

They shiver and their eyes darken, as if they’ve waited too. But one thing Vex never does, is fail to dole out a punishment. Not once in our year of play have they given in to my appeals.

“I’ve waited to claim you,” Vex woefully answers, their hand stopping the movement inside me. “But giving in would give you what you want. Your suffering is mine as well.”

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” I mean the words now, knowing how hard this will be for them. We’ve skirted along this desire between us two and while this will be worth every ounce of patience, I’m regretting my sass.

Then move behind me again and I twist to see him. My whimper as they narrow their gaze at my entrance has them licking their lips in desire. There’s so much of me that wants to beg, but I won’t.

“Good, little dove,” they praise when I don’t ask for them to give in again. I close my eyes in petulance and wait for them to continue. This isn’t supposed to feel good, because it’s painful. In the end, they’ll give me such a good release if I behave.

Their hand moves once more, the toy inside me vibrating at a stronger rate. My body convulses and clenches as the bulb sits inside, pressing against my G-spot.

I bite my lip to hold back my plea to come, sweat lining my forehead and back. It drips down my spine, only further offering me a heated chill.

“Look at you, taking your sentence like a good girl. Do you like this toy, little dove?” I nod and they smack my ass in response, wanting my words.

“Yes, Vex. Feels good,” I groan as they press it in harder. It’s so tight, my pleasure drips from it. I’m unsure how I’m not run dry from fluids, it just keeps seeping from between my thighs like tears.

This pleasure is like being on the precipice of winning and not actually succeeding in the end. There’s nothing at this moment that I want more than to come.

When I think I’ll die of lack of stimulation, their teeth drag down my right ass cheek, the pinch offering the kind of euphoria I’d like to experience from their cock. I let out the longest whine, my entire body trembling with desperation.

“Do you think you deserve to come, sweet dove?”

“No,” I admittedly cry out as they drag the toy slowly from me before sliding it back home. “I was bad.” They like when I admit my wrongdoings, they like better when it’s in detail. “I wanted you inside me so much, to take me, that I pushed you before you were ready.”

Tears stream freely from my eyes as my orgasm lingers at the cliff, not quite tipping over the edge. Cramps in my lower stomach ache and gnaw at me. I want nothing more than to wiggle and be wanton, fuck the consequences. The toy’s vibration turns off, and they gently remove it as my pussy grasps at the emptiness between my thighs.

A kiss is placed on my tender flesh. It sends chills skating across me. Their lips go to each cheek, then my spine, and as I’m trying to breathe in the way this has me feeling, they continue.

“You being honest turns me on, Dulce.”

Dulce.

Vex only uses it when they’re serious, angry, or in professional manners, and I can’t help the emotion that fills me with them simply saying my name. Speechless and shaking from the emotional and physical toll, all that’s offered to them is a contented sigh.

“You ensnare me, sweet dove. Every breath you take brings me solace, every beat of your heart makes me rejoice, and every sound you make while with me haunts me until I hear it once more.”

A bereft kiss is left on my right shoulder. Before I can turn, Vex tilts my jaw toward them. “I want you to feel me inside you. Through our bond.”

They bring me in for a kiss before I can nod in agreement, their sweet taste infiltrating all my senses. Their pierced tongue plays with mine, like a game of cat and mouse.

“You’re mine.”