19. Rian #2
I slap her tits four more times. Her abs contract with every hit, and her nipples tint, forming hard peaks.
My breathing is raspy when I drop the ruler on the desk.
Her lips part on a silent moan and her eyes roll back as I gently track the pink streaks that line her breasts with the pad of my finger.
“You know, your punishment is my pleasure. And today, the second part of your punishment shall indeed be my pleasure…” I pause. “On your knees.”
A barely audible gasp, and her body turns rigid.
“What? No…”
I tilt my head to the side and speak in a deceptively kind tone. “Only a few days ago you accepted your reward without question. Are you going to refuse your punishment?”
I place my hands gently on her shoulders, waiting. Her chest rises and falls rapidly – those swollen ruby nipples moving with every breath. Her face an appealing turmoil of emotions. Where is her limit?
Her legs bend.
My exhale is relief mixed with the sweet taste of victory.
Slowly, Catriona allows me to guide her to her knees, still keeping her arms crossed on her back.
She holds my gaze in pleading desperation as I tower over her.
I’m sure she’s unaware that she’s wetting her parted lips.
I savour the image. I know it will be in my fantasies for years to come.
Catriona’s gaze drops as I undo my belt.
My trousers fall to the floor, and she swallows tightly while my cock, straining against my boxer briefs, is right in front of her face.
I stroke myself a few times through the fabric before dipping under the elastic to fist my cock.
At the sight of it, out of its cotton prison, Catriona’s eyes go wide and, again, the tip of her tongue wets her lips.
My voice is gruff. “Open your mouth.”
And she does. A little.
I shift my hips forward and gently tap the red, swollen crown of my cock against her lips.
Her breath fans over it like licks of flames.
She opens wider and my abs contract as I slowly push inside the warm wet heat of her mouth, but just the tip.
Fuck! I could come right now – the sight of her on her knees, my cock stretching her lips, and her striped breasts trembling.
Jaw clenched, I wrap her ponytail around my hand, fisting it, and inch my hips back. Then forward, sliding in and out, a tiny bit deeper every time. I groan, perspiration pricking my temples as I restrain my movements.
“Such a good girl sucking my cock.”
Catriona moans around me and instinctively my hips flex. She gags.
With monumental effort, I pull out of her mouth. My cock bobs and points skywards, slick with her saliva. I lean down on one knee in front of her and push my hand under her waistband and into her panties.
“Ah, yes!” she cries as I find her wet and ready. Her eyes close and her head tilts back. I insert one finger inside her pussy. She shuffles her knees wider apart. “Just…just like that.”
But I don’t give it to her.
“Catriona, Catriona, you’re getting this all wrong. This is supposed to be punishment, yet you’re enjoying it.” I pull my hand out of her trousers as she whimpers in protest. I hold my glistening digits in front of her. “Clean them.”
“W-what?”
Some resistance enters her submissive state as her eyes widen, and she clamps her lips shut. I tut and tap her mouth. I hold her gaze, waiting patiently as her lust overpowers her defiance. She opens for me, and my wet fingers glide along her tongue.
“That’s it. Suck them clean. Can you do that for me?” I coax and groan when she does as I say. “You’re doing such a good job.”
I slide my fingers in and out of her mouth, fucking her with my digits. Pre-cum trickles hotly down my cock and my heart pounds at her addictive submission.
“The last of your punishment…” My voice is close to a rasp. “I’m going to come. Down your throat. And you will swallow.”
Her eyes grow wide while I am talking. Fuck, has she ever swallowed before? Will I be her first? A growl rumbles in my chest as I stand up and replace my fingers with my throbbing cock. My vision blurs.
“Jesus, fuck!” The heat. The pressure. I hold her hair, pumping in and out of her. “You feel so good, you’re so good.”
Tears glaze her eyes as she struggles with my length, yet she tilts her head at my praise, taking more. Her tongue presses along the underside of my cock while I glide in and out of her.
I breathe harshly and my shirt sticks to my damp back as I fuck her mouth. My balls are drawn up so tight to my body they hardly move as I flex my hips back and forth.
“Are you going to be a good girl and swallow?”
She shifts her gaze up to mine. Blue eyes, dark with lust and swimming in tears. It’s too much, too intense. I can’t hold back anymore. With a choked cry, my cock swells. I grip her scalp and growl.
“Fuck!”
I shoot my release, pulses of cum, deep in her mouth.
And she swallows. Oh my God, she does. Her throat works hard, gulping down load after load.
“My good girl,” I whisper, but I’m not sure the words are spoken. Blood is swishing in my ears, and my vision is blurred as I slip out of her mouth. Slowly, I come down from my high. I pull my trousers up over my trembling legs and fasten them.
Catriona is still kneeling, her arms on her back. Her chest is heaving.
I grab her arms and gently help her up to standing.
She is unsteady and her gaze trained on the floor.
I bring her arms down by her side and adjust her bra over her abused breasts and button her blouse.
She doesn’t move. Shit. Did I go too far?
Her bowed head isn’t a pose of submissiveness.
It’s embarrassment. She’s ashamed of what she did – or that she liked it.
That will not do.
“Now, that will teach you not to be a bad girl,” I say in a voice as controlled and cold as I can muster. Her gaze snaps up to mine. Within seconds, her usual defiance, strength and control re-emerge.
“Will that be all, sir?” Her tone is clipped.
I release a quiet sigh. Catriona is back to normal, as normal as our insane relationship is.
Not really thinking what I am doing, I gently stroke her face with the back of my fingers, down the side of her flushed cheek and to her chin. Her features soften. God, she is beautiful. Something passes between us, something tender. Something I am not willing to put into words.
“You can go,” I whisper.
She opens her mouth, licks her swollen lips, but no words come out. She hesitates for a second longer, then gives me a small nod and leaves the room.
The door clicks shut. The quiet is deafening. My stomach hollows. I’ve never felt more alone.