50. Natalie
50
NATALIE
A dam helps me off my knees. They’re stiff from the floor, and my legs are shaking from the intensity of what just went down. He tilts my face up to him and gently uses the pad of his thumb to wipe away the tears I shed during his face-fucking, sucking his thumb into his mouth.
That was pretty brutal, and I fucking loved it. I loved how he used me, how commanding he was, how insanely hard his dick was when I sucked it. I adore having that effect on him. He’s breathing hard, his pupils still blown out, his irises thin rings of pale blue, gaze darting over my face as though he can’t believe I’m real.
He pulls his thumb from his mouth. He has the most perfect mouth I’ve ever seen. The most perfect face I’ve ever seen. I hook my hand around his neck and tug him down for a kiss. I’m so turned on, so desperate for more of him. His mouth is soft, but his kiss is hard, and I lean into it. I’ll take whatever I can get, though God knows, I’ll need far more than this to relieve the ache between my legs .
‘You are extraordinary,’ he whispers against my lips when he breaks the kiss. ‘Are you wet for me?’
‘So wet,’ I manage, my eyes locked on his.
‘Do you need to come?’
‘So badly.’
‘Do you need a good spanking first?’
Jesus Christ, what is it about those words? Why, at the mere thought of Adam putting me over his knee and letting rip on my bare bottom, am I a puddle of lust on the floor?
‘God, yes, please.’
‘Such a good girl,’ he murmurs, releasing me and strolling over to the bed, tucking himself back in as he does so. He sits on the end, as far back as he can get, so the end of the bed hits the backs of his knees.
Then he pats his lap. ‘Come here. On your stomach.’
Oh my God. I’m not sure how to do this elegantly. I climb onto the bed and lower myself down so I’m draped sideways across his lap, along the end of the bed, my pelvic bone pressed against him and my elbows propped on the black satin sheets.
I’ve been so intimate with Adam these past few weeks, in so many ways, but everything feels different tonight. The air is thick with the tension of what he’s about to do to me. What I want him to do to me.
Nerves are sparking in my stomach as he puts one hand between my shoulder blades to indicate that I should flop my shoulders downwards and lie prone as his other one brushes upwards between my legs, burrowing under my dress until it finds the top of one of my stockings.
One by one, he rolls the nylon down my legs and tugs them off before flipping the skirt of my dress up and over so my bum, in its virginal white panties, is on display for him. Despite the warmth of the room, the air feels cooler on my exposed skin, and I shiver as he caresses me through the fabric, his deft hands roaming over white cotton and pressing between my cheeks. I can’t see his face, and those lost social cues make the anticipation even more delicious as I await my fate.
‘Mmm,’ he murmurs, rubbing my bum, grabbing at the flesh before stroking down my thighs and circling back. ‘I’ve wanted to do this since pretty much the first time I laid eyes on you.’
‘Really?’ I croak.
‘Mmm-hmm. And definitely since you stayed that first night and were such an ungrateful little brat.’
I laugh, despite myself. ‘I was provoked. And you were seriously thinking of spanking me then?’
‘Yeah.’ He runs a single fingertip under the rear elastic of my panties, and I suck in a breath and widen my legs slightly, because I need him to touch me. I need him to stop teasing me, winding me higher with his words and his fingers, and just get to it.
‘You were in those leggings that Clem got for you,’ he continues, ‘and your arse looked so fucking peachy, and you were so bloody hostile, and I knew if I bent you over the kitchen island I could shut you up very effectively. Unfortunately for you, I’ve finally got my chance.’
He punctuates this ominous statement by running his finger down, down, under the elastic of my panties, until he hits my pussy, and swiping through it languorously. I practically shoot off the bed.
‘Oh my God,’ I moan.
‘Wet, aren’t you?’ he croons. ‘Think how good it’s going to be after I’ve spanked you a few times. Fuck, these panties are sexy. I need you to count for me, sweetheart. If you can last till ten, I promise I’ll reward you. ’
I’ve barely had time to react when he pulls his finger away and his hand comes down hard on my right cheek. The sting and the sound are equally shocking, and I let out a little cry before he smooths his hand soothingly over my smarting skin.
‘One,’ he prompts when I don’t say anything.
‘One.’ My voice is shaky.
‘Good girl.’ He slaps the other cheek. Oh Jesus.
‘Two.’ I scrabble at the sheets. It’s not like it’s particular painful. I think it’s more the shock, and the lack of control, that’s bothersome.
When he’s spanked me five times, he rewards me by pulling my panties right down and exposing my bottom, rubbing one hand over my bare skin as he reaches between my legs with the other and pushes a couple of fingers roughly inside me. I’m so sensitive there, and holy fucking Christ, it feels so good. I moan loudly and wriggle.
‘Stay still,’ he orders, massaging my bum as he finger fucks me slowly. I groan, because staying still is almost as difficult as staying quiet.
‘Jesus,’ he rasps. ‘You’re wetter than I’ve ever felt you, sweetheart. A couple of spanks and my filthy girl is practically spurting all over my fingers.’ He drives them in again. He’s not lying. The sound of my greedy body sucking him in is loud.
‘Fuck,’ he says, sounding anguished. ‘On second thoughts, get up on your knees. I want this greedy little cunt in the air for me.’
God, yes. I want that. I want to be even more exposed to his magic hands. He removes his fingers, and I pull myself up so my bum is in the air and my chest is pressed to the bed, as if I’m attempting some kind of cobra pose.
‘Ready?’ he asks before using his left hand to press my shoulders down and administering spank number six. This time, he doesn’t attempt to soothe my skin but instead immediately jams his fingers back inside me, and the jolt of stimulation is so gloriously intense that I gasp as I push against them.
‘I really think you’re enjoying this,’ he muses in a voice of quiet satisfaction.
‘I am,’ I plead.
He pulls out his fingers and strikes me, harder this time. Back in they thrust as I count aloud, twisting inside me in a way that’s borderline brutal and so fucking good I might actually die.
By the time we reach nine, I’m so aroused I can barely count. I may still be flinching at each spank, but Adam’s diabolical spin on Pavlov has my insatiable pussy overriding the pain in favour of the reward it expects each time.
‘Ten!’ I scream in victory and anticipation.
‘Good God,’ Adam groans. ‘Such a good fucking girl, letting me spank you like that. You did so well. Feel this, sweetheart.’
This is those magical fingers again, but it feels like three this time, because the burn is real. He keeps his other arm banded around my shoulders as he works my pussy with deep, deliberate strokes. And when his thumb finds my poor, swollen clit, I press the side of my face deeper into the mattress and my pussy into his hand.
I don’t know if it’s the spanking-related endorphins (with which some googling has acquainted me), or the relief of not only surviving but adoring Adam’s “punishment”, or the simple pleasure of a gorgeous, stern man putting me over his knee and then finger-fucking me into oblivion as I writhe upside down on his lap, but I’m on the brink.
He pauses. ‘Say please, sir, make me come. ’
‘Please, sir, make me come,’ I gabble. I’ll do anything, say anything, to get my mitts on this promised orgasm.
‘That’s my very good girl. Now you can move that gorgeous little arse,’ he tells me, and I do. I drink in every bit of sensation I possibly can. His movements are rough, his fingers invasive, probing and rubbing me as hard as they can. It’s too intense, too glorious, this relentless assault on my most aroused parts, and when the searing heat grows too much. I’m flooded, engulfed, with the molten lava of my orgasm as it takes me under.