Chapter 3 #4
I blinked as my eyes watered. Did he want me to cry? Was that his goal?
Quickly, he readjusted me again and I was far too surprised to do anything at all to try to stop it.
He pressed one leg in between mine, and I swallowed anxiously when I realized I could no longer hide my most private places.
As if he knew the direction of my thoughts, his palm glided forward, and I struggled the hardest that I ever had before he cupped my pussy in his hand.
He would know without a doubt that I was wet now. He clutched my mound more tightly.
I froze at the possessive warning in that single maneuver.
Without a word, he slapped me there too. My mouth opened in shock and a strangled wail escaped me as agony blossomed over the sensitive lips of my pussy.
“Don’t!” I begged.
He didn’t listen.
He started spanking my pussy just as firmly as he’d spanked my ass.
I tried to close my thighs. I panicked over his lap, trying to keep quiet and hold back my cries.
The sound of him spanking me in such a shameful place was wet, but I had no time to focus on that as the fierce fire of his palm punishing me there took center stage.
“I’m sorry!”
A sob tore free from my lips as the first tear dripped down my cheek. It took only moments, but soon after that, I was crying in earnest and the spanking still didn’t stop.
I cried as he continued, but there was no longer the tension of resistance rippling through me. His palm alone had subdued me.
He peppered my backside with hard slaps.
He struck my thighs several more times. Then he smoothed his palm over my scalded backside.
He did that over and over as I tried to get a hold of myself.
I sniffled, not bothering to wipe my tears off my cheeks.
I glanced down, noticing that there were several wet pools of them beneath me on the fabric of the loveseat.
One of his hands glided over my lower back, circling gently and I took comfort in that temperate touch. I don’t know why. I knew I should hate him.
My heart pounded and I drew in a shaky heated breath. I shifted just a little, but it did nothing to soothe my scalded flesh.
“That’s a good girl,” he crooned, and a warm heat blossomed in my core.
I closed my eyes, trying to grapple with the confusing comfort those two words brought me.
I wanted to smile at them at the same time I wanted to push them as far away as I possibly could.
I cried a little bit harder, and his hand smoothed over my bare bottom again.
“You took your spanking like such a good girl,” he said, and I sniffed back my tears. He slowly massaged my bottom cheeks and I relaxed. My hips lifted toward his touch, almost seeking it out.
His fingers dipped in between my legs, and I gasped.
I was so impossibly wet. His fingertips glided along my inner thighs with ease until they began to explore the wetness captured within my folds. There was no hiding how I was reacting anymore. He knew how turned on I was.
“I want to see this little pussy. Show it to me. I want to see how pink it is after it’s been properly spanked,” he demanded. I cried out in shame, but I did as he asked. I wasn’t certain if he’d continue punishing me and right now, I wasn’t ready to find out that answer.
I arched my back and spread my hips a bit wider, displaying myself for him as my face burned red hot. My bare bottom and my pussy throbbed with aching soreness, but it was the arousal I was showing him that made my punishment thoroughly complete.
His palm returned to cover my mound, grasping it just enough to make me cry out as the agony he’d painted there scalded anew. He patted it lightly and I jerked away. He cruelly pushed his fingers through my soaked folds.
A shameful cry escaped my mouth, sounding more like a moan than anything else. I blushed even harder.
He captured my clit between his fingers, and I couldn’t stop the way my hips sought out those cruel fingertips.
“Under the lights, your naughty little pussy is bright red after your spanking,” he announced as he slowly slipped a single finger inside me.
I keened, unable to keep myself quiet. His finger was thick, and my entrance grasped at him greedily, but the worst part of it all was that he slid into me unheeded. I was that wet.
In that moment, I was thankful to be over his lap this way. He couldn’t see the look of pleasure that was sweeping across my face at this entire sordid display.
A second soft moan escaped me, and he pumped that single digit in and out of me. He was slow and steady and when it started to become just the slightest bit painful, he paused.
“You’ve never had a man touch you before,” he observed. He didn’t ask it as a question. It was a statement and I flushed harder because of it.
“No,” I answered shakily, and he growled with delight.
“Oh, Raiza, you are an absolute treasure,” he replied as he pulled his finger free from me. He pressed two of them directly over my clit and started to rub me lightly. His movements were gentle and soft, but after about a minute they started driving me insane with gripping need.
“Oh!” I exclaimed.
He worked between my legs a little bit faster. I squeaked in surprise as sensation blossomed in my core. It was warm and far too spellbinding. I wanted him to stop at the same time that I didn’t. My mind was so reluctant, but my body seemed primed to do whatever he wanted.
My legs started to tremble with need as my pussy clenched tight.
I couldn’t stop myself from riding his fingertips.
I bucked away when the throbbing desire grew even higher, but he didn’t allow me to pull away for long.
When he pressed those knowledgeable digits back over my clit, I gasped in protest and relief at the same time.
I whined softly, and he increased the pressure. Shamelessly, my hips rocked back and forth. My legs fell open wider, and I thrust back down against him.
I couldn’t make myself stop. I’d lost control and cried over his thighs during my spanking, and now I was falling apart in an entirely different way.
I moaned again and I covered my mouth with my palms. I didn’t want him to hear the embarrassingly needy sounds I was making. I didn’t want anyone else to overhear my shame either, so I did my best to quiet myself as his fingers danced on top of my clit.
“Put your hands behind your back, little human. You are not allowed to silence yourself with me,” he demanded. I sighed in mortified defeat as I slowly bent my hands behind me. He captured both of my wrists with one hand, never allowing his fingers to stop torturing my aching clit.
“I can’t,” I whimpered.
“You’re going to come for me with your bright red bottom on display, little female. I’m not going to stop until your screams of obedience echo throughout my city,” he demanded.
I tried to hold out.
I failed.
Gloriously.
For one minute, I remained strong. The next, I started writhing over his lap. After that, I angled myself just so that his fingers only glanced against my clit, but he found it again and again. His fingertips were too good.
One moan after the next fell from my lips until at long last, it felt like my core was going to explode. I cried out in fear, not knowing what was happening and yearning to find out.
“I can’t! Please!”
“Come for me,” he commanded, and my body practically vibrated as he spoke. My hips rolled and the more I tried to resist, the stronger the heated sensation became until I felt like I was drowning in it.
My defenses shattered before I wanted them to.
That first orgasm began in the very tips of my toes.
I curled them as my hips arched upward, rising with the swell of pleasure unbidden.
My moan started as a soft cry, gradually building in pitch until the sound of it surrounded me with shameful desire.
My core squeezed tight, my inner walls fluttering inside of me as I writhed over his lap like a whore.
I’d never been brave enough to do this by myself.
He continued to work his fingers over the top of my clit, forcing my pleasure that much higher until it practically consumed me. My veins burned with fiery sensation, and I squeezed my eyes shut, suffering and enjoying myself with every panted breath.
When it finally reached a fever pitch, I rode it out, crying out from the intensity of it loud enough to make my own ears hurt.
I gasped when my release finally began to fade.
My entire body throbbed with it from the tips of my fingers all the way down my legs.
My thighs quivered and I drew in a shaky breath.
That was incredible.
I closed my eyes as the raw shame of what I’d just done washed over me.
There was a certain numbness that throbbed through my limbs, leftover residual pleasure from my orgasm that had ensured the burn across my spanked backside had lessened, at least for a time. Now that my need had been sated, that fire returned with a vengeance.
His hand stayed over my pussy.
I thought he was done now. Was the forced orgasm over his thighs a part of my punishment too? Would he let me up?
One of his fingers twitched and I jumped. He stroked my clit and I cried out, suddenly feeling far more sensitive than before. It stung a little bit and I struggled to pull myself away.
“Wait!”
“Little one, your bottom is still bright red. You’ve forgotten that you don’t have a choice anymore. Your body is mine to do with as I please,” he dictated and my core spiraled tight as a coil with anxious and very hesitant arousal.
“You can’t mean…” I replied.
He spanked my pussy hard several times. I was so caught off guard that I didn’t even have time to clench my muscles to try to protect myself.
Now that I’d already come, it hurt far more than it did before. I gasped and cried as he punished me there. My tears threatened to renew and when he finally paused for a moment, I pulled in a heated shaky breath.