15. Damian #3
“Unless you invite me… fifteen!” Her voice is breaking, thick now, and she gasps, still squirming in my lap.
My cock is stiff as iron, painfully hard, and I want to pick her up, free it, and set her down on my aching shaft.
I want to fill her up with my cum, fuck her all night until she can’t walk tomorrow.
My hand is burning, sore from spanking her, and her red, glowing ass just makes me want to bend her over the bed.
I’m fucking losing it over this woman, and I don’t know what to do.
I said I’d let her come, if she took her punishment.
“I won’t invite you, Sienna,” I tell her firmly—and I know I’m telling myself as much as I am her. “This is it. After tonight, you’ll show me you’ve learned your lesson, and that you’ll be a good girl. There will be no more of these antics.”
“I… promise,” she gasps, and I see her thighs press together. She’s wet. I know she is. And I want her so badly it hurts.
“Have you ever been spanked before, dorogoy?”
“No,” she whispers .
“Do you understand that I’ll do it again, if you break the rules?”
“Yes. With your belt next time.” She lets out a soft whimper, and I take pity on her.
“Good girl. You took my cock and your punishment so well. Now you get your reward.” I ease her up off of my lap, gritting my teeth at the loss of pressure against my cock.
I turn her and lay her back on the bed, shifting her onto the mattress as I follow her onto it.
It’s going to be hell on my arousal, to be in bed with her and keep from fucking her, but I’m determined to give her the reward I promised, and do it well.
“I—” She looks at me, wide-eyed, as she falls back against the pillows. My hands are already at the edge of her thong, easing the straps down her hips, and I nod to her silk cami.
“Take that off, dorogoy. I want to see those pretty breasts, and I want to see how you flush all over when I make you come.”
Her cheeks are already burning, her face flushed and hot as she reaches down wordlessly for the edge of her top.
When she’s pulled it over her head, revealing her small breasts with nipples already peaked hard, she looks down at where I’m kneeling between her thighs.
“What are you going to do to me, Damian?”
I stare down at her, taking in the sight of her fully naked beneath me.
Every inch of her is a vision, from her perfect, delicate face to her strawberry-blonde hair tumbling over her shoulders, her small breasts, and slender curves.
I could spend all night tasting every inch of her, sinking myself into her, making her mine so completely that no other man could ever touch or have her.
The fact that she’s naked, and I’m fully clothed still, only adds to the painful eroticism of it all.
She’s too young. Too innocent. This is bad enough without fucking her… without keeping her. After this, it stops.
I’m only doing this so she’ll learn her lesson. So she’ll be punished and satisfied, and this will be the end of it.
I toss her thong to one side, gently pressing my hands to the inside of her thighs to spread her open. “Has anyone ever eaten your pussy, dorogoy? ”
She lets out a soft gasp. I know the answer before she even shakes her head no, the word slipping softly from her lips. “No, I?—”
“Then you’re going to lie there while I’m the first one to taste it,” I murmur, pushing her legs apart.
“I’m going to make you come on my tongue, dorogoy, and I want to hear you scream my name like the little wildcat that you are.
Scratch me if you want, dikaya koshka. But you’ll lie here and let me make you come. ”
Her lightly tanned skin is flushed already, her chest rising and falling with quick, short breaths as she stares down at me. “Are you sure?—”
“Quiet, dorogoy,” I growl, sliding my hands up her thighs. “Not another word, unless it’s my name. The only sounds I want to hear from you now are moans, dikaya koshka.”
She gasps, and a moment later, as my hand slides between her thighs, lets out a soft cry as I dip my fingers between her folds.
She’s soaking wet, absolutely fucking drenched. I bite back a groan as I circle her entrance with my fingers, feeling the tight resistance there as I dip one finger lightly inside, before dragging my fingers up through her folds, all the way up to her already-swollen clit.
“Damian—” She gasps my name, her hands already fisting in the duvet, and I feel the edges of my lips curl up in a satisfied smile as I watch her back arch the moment I circle her clit with my fingertip.
I’m aching to taste her. “Keep those legs spread wide for me, dikaya koshka ,” I murmur, as I lean down to settle myself in between her legs. I breathe her in, her warm skin and sweet scent, and then I grip her thighs with my hands as I press my mouth between her thighs.
Sienna lets out a cry, her hips bucking upward as she feels a tongue against her clit for the first time. “Oh my god,” she gasps, moaning as I lap gently at her clit, searching for the rhythm she likes the most. “Oh my?—”
Her hips arch upward again, moving against my mouth as she loses all sense of shame and reservation, her thighs splaying open of their own volition.
I find the rhythm she likes, circling her clit and then licking with the flat of my tongue, and I look up the length of her body to see her head thrown back, her mouth open as she moans helplessly with each pass of my tongue.
She’s already close. I can feel it in the tensing of her muscles, in the way she grinds against my mouth, the sounds spilling from her lips almost constant now. She gasps out my name again, one hand flying up to clutch at my hair, and as I run my tongue over her swollen clit again, she cries out.
“I—oh god, I think I—I’m?—”
Her back arches deeply, her nails digging into my scalp as the orgasm hits her, exploding through her body as her thighs tighten and shudder and she convulses with the first spasms of her climax.
I hear a high-pitched moan that ends in a sound like my name as she writhes beneath me, feel her clit pulse beneath my tongue, and I feel dizzy with the taste of her, with the lust pounding through my body, with the need for more .
It takes everything in me not to rise up, free my cock, and plunge into her. To not give myself what I’m aching for. To not give in to the desire to feel her clenching around my cock with the aftershocks of her orgasm, wet and hot, and?—
I groan, one arm sliding around her waist as I lift her up, her shocked gasp barely registering as I roll onto my back. With one fluid movement I settle her over my face, her knees on either side of my head as she grabs my thighs to keep from falling.
“Get my cock out, dorogoy ,” I growl, my lips inches from her clenching, dripping pussy. “I need to come in your mouth again.”
And then mine is buried between her legs, as I feel her fumble for my zipper.
I press my mouth against her pussy, licking and nibbling at her drenched folds as I work my way back up to her oversensitive clit. By the time I find it, she has my cock out, one hand wrapped around it as she guides it back to her lips.
“Damian—” She gasps my name, her lips brushing my cockhead, and I let out a frustrated growl, grazing my teeth over her clit.
“In your mouth, dorogoy ,” I bite out, hips thrusting up to nudge my tip against her mouth, and I groan when I feel her lips obediently wrap around it.
I reward her instantly with my tongue against her clit.
Her attempts to give me a blowjob while I’m distracting her with my tongue are inexpert at best—at this angle she can fit even less of my thick shaft in her mouth, but she works me with her hand, sucking and licking at the inches that she can fit as I lap at her clit.
Every time she moans, I feel it against the sensitive skin of my shaft, heightening my pleasure, pushing me rapidly closer to the edge.
When she comes, I will too, I know it. Her mouth feels so good, sloppy as her methods are, and somehow the inexpertness of it, the way I can feel her struggling to do it well, only makes it hotter.
Her hips rock against my face, the room filled with the sound of her whimpering, breathless moans and the sound of my pleasure, and I drag my tongue over her clit again, feeling my cock throb in her mouth as she tries to fit more of it down her throat.
When her hips buck against my face, my lips and chin drenched with her arousal, at the same time that I feel her suck hard at the tip of my cock, I know I won’t last much longer.
I push my tongue against her clit, fluttering it as I suck the swollen flesh into my mouth, and Sienna lets out a choked cry in the moment before I feel her thighs seize around my head, her back arching deeply as she splutters around my cock and I feel her start to come.
She cries out around my length, something unintelligible, and I feel myself pulse in her mouth, the first spurt of it shooting against the back of her throat as she rides my tongue.
I feel her choke, feel the wet sensation of my cum spilling from her lips and dripping down her chin as she tries and fails to swallow it all while wracked with her own orgasm, and she cries out my name, still trying to lick and suck and swallow while she grinds against my face.
It’s messy and sloppy and the hottest fucking thing I can remember ever happening in bed with a woman. She’s drenching my face, her arousal slick and hot against my lips and tongue and chin, and she laps at my cockhead, licking up the cum still spilling from it as she moans and writhes on my face.
When I feel the last pulses of my orgasm spill from my cockhead, when her body sags forward, I roll her onto her back with a groan as I look down at her, pleasure throbbing through me with the aftershocks of my climax.
Her face is a mess, covered in my cum. I reach down, scooping it up with my fingers as I push it between her lips. “Messy girl,” I murmur, tucking myself back into my pants with my other hand before I can get hard again and cross that final line. “Clean it up, dorogoy . Lick my fingers clean.”
She licks them obediently, every time I push them between her lips, and all I can do is stare at her.
She looks so fucking gorgeous, her hair a mess, her face flushed, her lips red and swollen.
She looks ruined , something innocent and perfect wrecked by my lips and tongue and fingers and cock, and all I want is to ruin her for good, to fuck her perfect pussy until all she knows is the shape of my cock and the feeling of how hard I make her come.
Until she’s mine , and no one else’s.
Instead, I push myself off the bed, taking a step back. I look at her, naked and wrecked, and I know I need to leave now, before I fuck my wife the way I want to.
“I trust we’re not going to need to have this lesson again, Sienna,” I say flatly. Disappointment, clear and undeniable, flashes across her face—but I refuse to give in. Already, in the aftermath, I can feel the guilt creeping back in, the reminder of who this woman is.
Too young. Too dependent on me. Unable to know what she really wants.
Mine to protect, even from myself.
I take one last look at her—and then I pivot on my heel, walking out of the room.