8. Nico
Chapter 8
Nico
F uck! I have to control myself. This woman is something else. As I run my nose along her crack down to her slit, I feel her shudder.
I feel the wetness on the tip of my nose, and it takes everything in me not to slide my tongue out and have a taste.
She quickly reminds me what we’re here for, her ass pushing back slightly as if she feels like she can give me instructions. I think she’s forgetting who’s actually in control here and who is the one that came here for punishment.
“Tut, tut, tut.” I stand and release an exaggerated sigh so she can hear me. She turns her head as best as she can in her position.
“Are you forgetting who’s in charge here?” I smile at her as I wait for her reply.
“No … but…” Her sigh tells me she has something on her mind as her head dips between her shoulders.
“Tell me,” I prompt.
“What’s the delay, why are you hesitating?” Her voice raises slightly, which makes me bite the inside of my cheek to prevent me from laughing.
“Is this not the punishment room?” I place my hand on her right ass cheek and rub gently back and forth.
“Y-yyes,” she stutters.
“Did you not agree that wearing the green armband meant you were open to anything?” I squeeze her cheek hard, and she moans softly.
“Yes,” she moans as I continue to squeeze harder and harder.
“Then you won’t question what I do or do not do, is that clear?” I tell her as I raise my hand, and smack her already reddening right cheek.
“Mmm, yes,” she groans as she squirms on the horse.
I have so many options available to me in this room, and I want to try all of them. I want to see what makes her tick, what it is that she really wants.
Peeling down her panties makes my mouth water, seeing her juicy pussy ripe for the taking, just waiting for my fat cock to sink balls deep inside her.
I feel my cock harden as it knows all too well what it wants, but my mind has other plans first.
I reach for the crop and run it along her body and watch it come alive with goose pimples, hearing her soft whimpers after each stroke.
I don’t warn her before I choose to assault her ass. I just pull back and strike ten times on each cheek only breaking to switch sides halfway through.
It doesn’t surprise me this turns her on. Some women say they like to be spanked or tied up … until they don’t, which is really fucking annoying, but what can you do. This is why we opened this club, so we can indulge in whatever we choose, whenever we choose.
“It seems that’s only a taster for you, il mio tesoro . Maybe I need to find something more fitting.” I watch for her reaction, and she doesn’t disappoint, her ass moving back as she moans softly.
“Please, something, anything,” she pleads.
“You feel your behavior deserves a harsher punishment?” I ask and wonder if it’s just the pain she gets off on or maybe there is something there that she is truly escaping from.
“Yes. More, I need pain,” she pants out.
Without answering her I know what I’m looking for, but something stops me. I stop and look back down over her.
Reaching for the buttons on my shirt I undo them one by one until it’s stripped from my body. I step out of my shoes and socks, exhaling, as this is something I have rarely done.
I find it too personal, but I know it can cause both pleasure and pain.
Slowly I unbuckle my belt and pull it from my slacks. Hearing the straps move, I look up to see her staring at me, lips slightly parted.
“Please. That’s what I need,” she tells me as her tongue runs over her lips, leaving a glossy sheen in its wake, making them look even more inviting.
Something passes between us, briefly, but it was there, a spark, and in that moment, I would do anything she asked.
So I do …
I run my hand flat along her back and push her head down.
“Don’t move,” I warn, my voice stern.
I feel her head attempt a nod and take that as an agreement.
With the soft Italian leather belt in my hand, I run it gently across her cheeks, and she coos softly.
That’s when I start. I rain ten whacks across her ass cheeks until I can see the welts start to appear. It’s the most beautiful thing I have ever fucking seen..
“My marks on you, il mio tesoro , look beautiful,” I tell her.
She pleads for more, but she’s had enough for today, well, enough of that anyway.
I can see that she’s on edge and wants to come. Her juices running down her thighs … is the sexiest thing you’ll ever see.
She truly is il mio tesoro … my treasure; a treasure that I don’t think I’ll ever find anywhere else.
“It looks like you enjoyed that.” I chuckle as I gently rub my hand over her ass cheek, soothing the flaming red marks.
“Please. Please, I’m so close. I need to come,” she begs.
“In time …” is all I say as I walk to face her, and she lifts her head to meet my gaze.
I unbutton my slacks, and they drop to the floor along with my boxers.
I feel her warm breath as she pants heavier and heavier. I use my left hand to raise her head further and take my already hardened cock in my other hand as I squeeze lightly, seeing the precum sitting at the top.
Moving forward I run my fat cock against her lips, rubbing my precum along them.
“Taste,” I order her.
Her tongue comes out quickly, lapping up my salty seed.
“Open wide and take my cock deep,” I tell her.
She does eagerly, but she isn’t at the right angle to take me all the way down, but that won’t stop me from giving her a helping hand.
My hand rests on the back of her head, and I start to fuck her face. The warmth surrounding my cock as she sucks eagerly has me letting out a deep moan.
Watching her as she looks at me fucking her face is incredible, and the gagging sounds she makes when I go too deep has me nearly shooting my load too soon.
Tears escape her eyes and saliva runs down her chin as she fails to keep up with the frantic face-fucking she’s getting. I shouldn’t have left my phone on the other side of the room because this, this right here, I could watch on repeat all fucking day.
I step back abruptly, her eyes shocked as my cock pops free from her soft plump lips, leaving us tied by a string of saliva.
“What’s wrong?” she questions.
I see a flicker of vulnerability before it’s gone, and I think she assumes it’s something she’s done wrong. When she couldn’t be further from the truth.
“This is more about you than me, remember.” I run my hand across her cheek and bend down to release her hands before stepping back around the horse and do the same for her ankles.
She doesn’t move, her body still in the same position.
“You can get down now. Step back, I’ve got you,” I assure her.
Her body rises on shaky knees as she shuffles back slightly, one foot stepping down as I reach for her waist.
I pull her down toward me, and her ass brushes against my cock, we both moan at the sensation.
Reaching round, I place my hand between her legs and start to rub between her slit.
I run my hand up to toy with her breast, pulling and nipping as her legs start to shake.
“You’re so fucking wet for me. Just imagine how wet you’d be if it was my cock inside you right now,” I murmur in her ear, and my tongue peeks out, licking up and down the column of her slender neck.
She doesn’t speak, seeming lost and just enjoying the moment. I choose not to use my fingers because for a reason I can’t explain, I want my cock to be the first thing of mine inside her.
I release her breast and move back, not stopping the constant teasing of her bundle of nerves, I slap her reddened ass over and over.
Her hand comes back and grabs at my hair, giving me a perfect view of her beautiful body as she lets go and comes, coating my hand in her juices.