32 Dane
Dane
LINDSEY CLARK IS FUCKING perfect. I nearly lost my goddamn mind when she called her sweet cunt mine.
I kissed her, claiming her, and I fear I won’t ever come back from tonight.
Because that kiss…it solidified what I’ve been trying to deny.
That the reason she ran into me that day is because she is mine.
I run my palm down her back, over the dress bunched at her waist, then to her round ass. Her skin is flushed from everything she’s feeling, and I’m practically salivating from the mental image of her ass soon to be covered in my marks.
I step back to let Lindsey feel just how at my mercy she is, that I could truly do whatever I wanted to her in this position with her legs trapped by the soaked panties around her knees. Panties I plan to keep when our time here tonight is done.
My hungry gaze takes in her cunt, my cunt. She’s wet, arousal coating her inner lips and thighs. If she takes her punishment well, I’ll get on my knees and lick her dry until she’s begging to come against my tongue.
A few more long moments pass as I dream of the many things I can do to her in this position.
My cock is leaking pre-cum, begging for me to give in, but that’s not what she needs right now.
Right now, she needs to become comfortable in her submission, to learn her lesson and her place in our dynamic.
I step forward, my body at her side. Her face is turned toward me, and she blinks slowly and wets her lips.
Everything in her body language tells me how much she wants this.
Her skin is flushed, and her eyes are soft, yet her muscles are slightly taut in anticipation of my strikes.
It propels me forward, and I gently place my left hand on her lower back while I drag my right over the skin of her ass. “Remember to count, baby.”
Her lips part as if she’s going to respond, but I don’t wait. I bring my hand up, the air rushing against my palm before it lands on her skin in a loud smack.
“One!” she cries.
Pride at her obedience fills my chest as her shout along with the slap ring through the cabin loud and clear.
I purposely chose not to play music tonight, wanting her to feel and hear everything we do, for us to be in the moment with each other.
Hearing her cry at the strike of my first spank, I know it was the right choice.
I smack her again, this time on the other cheek. Her ass bounces and jiggles, the skin flaming from the hit. Fuck, I missed this. Being with someone in person, not simply through a screen.
“Two!” Lindsey exclaims.
“Good girl.” I caress my fingers over where I just hit. I study her face but see no signs of her stopping me. I stroke her heated skin, teasing her into a false sense of safety before I bring my hand back and spank her again, this time with a bit more force and an upward motion.
Her fingers dig into the wood of the table as she counts out the third strike. I don’t give her a break as I swat her sweet ass three more times in rapid succession. She almost doesn’t keep up her count but manages.
I stop after the seventh, laying my palm on her hot skin and squeezing the flesh. Lindsey whines, and my lips tip up in a grin from the pain I know I’m inflicting. My gaze drops to her slit, and I notice it’s wetter than before. Looking down at the floor beneath her, I see she’s making a mess.
I meet her hooded gaze; her eyes are glassy with tears. I stroke her, my fingers creeping toward her pussy. She sucks in a short breath, but her safe words don’t leave her lips, so my fingers brush against her back entrance. The tight ring of muscles tenses as I tease the sensitive flesh.
“Sir,” she says, her voice quavering.
I trace the ring again. “You’ve done anal before, correct?”
She nods. “Once, Sir.”
I gently press the tip of my thumb against the muscle, not going inside, and she pushes back as if she wants me to.
“Fuck, baby. I like that you’re so eager to let me use all of your holes.
But your ass is for another time.” I bring back my hand and spank her, the sudden slap jolting her body forward, her cry louder than before.
“Eight!” she yells, though her response was a bit delayed.
I release a low chuckle, moving my hand lower, past her puckered hole to her weeping pussy. I brush my knuckles over the plump skin, her arousal wetting me. She sighs as I use a finger to trace over her slit, dipping my pointer finger inside until I’m met with fluttering muscles.
“Oh god,” she moans.
“You like that?” I tease.
“Yes!”
I insert my finger deeper, and my needy girl pushes back against my finger. God, she’s perfect. I pull it out before she can get herself in trouble and spank her ass for the ninth time.
Her cry as she counts this one has more pain mixed in with the pleasure, and I know she’s nearing her limit.
I wouldn’t put it past Lindsey, however, to ask for more as a way to prove something to me.
It’s a behavior I’ve experienced in newer submissives, and I won’t let her put herself at risk in an attempt to please me or because she thinks she deserves it.
I drag my finger through her cunt again before grabbing her ass with both of my hands and squeezing. “Last one. You ready, baby?”
She nods and tells me yes, her curvy body shifting against the table as if she’s trying to present her ass even better. Fuck me.
I grip her cheeks again before pulling back, using both my hands to spank her at the same time. I revel in her red skin shaking, my new and final handprints blooming on the already abused skin. Lindsey cries out her final count, and I stroke my hands over where I’ve spanked, soothing the skin.
When I hear a soft gasp, I shift so I can see her face clearly. Her eyes are closed, but tears cling to her lashes. It’s not uncommon for people to cry during a spanking session; it’s normal. But I don’t like it, and my chest aches much like it did when I saw her tears earlier today at the store.
I move so I’m on the side of the table and sweep my hand down the side of her face. She sucks in a breath as I wipe a tear from her pink cheek. “Open your eyes, baby.” When she doesn’t, I lace more command into my tone. “Open your eyes.”
She finally does, and I hold her chin between my fingers, searching the brown depths for answers.
“Did I go too hard?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “No Sir, it’s…I don’t know why I’m crying. I’m embarrassed.”
“You’re releasing; it’s normal. Breathe through it.” She inhales as she nods. “You did so well.” I wipe away a tear. “I’m proud of you.”
“Really?”
I smile softly. “Really. You’ve made me very happy.” She blinks back her tears, and I stroke her cheek. “Can I help you up?”
“You’re done?”
Her quick change is only further proof of how perfect she is. The more time I spend with her, the more I realize she was born to be in this role, and I can’t wait until she sees it for herself.
“Do you want to continue?”
She presses her lips together, and I see the wheels turning behind her eyes. “More spanking?”
“No,” I assure her. “I think my good girl deserves a reward for taking my hand so well, don’t you?”
“If you think so, Sir.”
I huff a laugh, staring at her lips. “God, I can’t wait to use this mouth.”
Lindsey’s eyes flash to my crotch, and her tongue darts out to wet said lips. I stifle a groan, and she notices, a coy smile consuming her features.
“Can that be my reward?” she asks.
Desire pools in my belly, and I press my thumb against her lower lip. “You want me to use your mouth instead of making you come with mine?”
I expect her to say something smart or to say she does but wants me to come, too. “I want to make you come, Sir,” she says instead.
My dick swells and digs into the placket of my jeans. Her request is simply too sweet to pass up, and I’d be a fool to do so.
“Ask me nicely,” I say.
“Please, may I use my smart mouth to make you come, Sir?”
“Hmm, when you put it that way…” I slip my thumb into her mouth, and, like the minx she is, she sucks on it.
I pull back so I don’t blow my load in my pants and leave her on the table as I move to her backside.
She’s left drips of arousal on the floor, and her thighs are shaking from the strain of this position.
I bend down and tap her ankle, having her move her legs together. Once able, I pull the underwear off one leg, making sure not to snag it on her pump, then do the other one. I put her panties in my pocket and remove her shoes. She won’t need them for the rest of the night.
When I’m done, I help her off the table.
Her flushed face is still wet from her tears, and I wipe them away with my thumbs, leaving her mascara slightly smudged under her eyes.
She looks fucked and satisfied, and we haven’t even gotten to that point yet.
I like that she’s received pleasure from pleasing me and from my strikes alone, even if she hasn’t come yet.
I leave her dress rucked up around her waist, my fingers trailing from her neck to her collarbone until I reach the clamps still on her nipples.
It’s going to hurt when I take them off, so I decide to leave them for now.
They may still come in handy while I use her mouth.
To prove my point, I gently tug on the chain, and she yelps.
“You know,” I say, dropping the chain, my hand now tracing the gold necklace she’s wearing. “I think next time I’ll give you a training collar and a leash.” I don’t miss the way Lindsey’s eyes light at the suggestion. “Would you like that?”
“Yes to the training collar, Sir. Maybe to the leash.”
I keep tracing the necklace, my heart kicking up at her answer.
We’d briefly spoken about what a training collar is when our dynamic shifted last week and we renegotiated our agreement.
While it can mean different things to different people, I told her if I were to give one out, it would be a symbol of commitment, learning, and the potential for a deeper, more permanent bond between me and my sub.
“But the idea excites you?” I ask.
“Yes, Sir.”
“What about it excites you?”
“I—” She stops and thinks for a second. “I like the idea of being owned by you.”
“I already own you, Lindsey.” I pull her necklace gently and seal my lips over hers.
She squeaks in surprise, and I dominate her mouth, tangling our tongues together.
She submits to the kiss easily. My pulse bangs in my throat at the fact that I just told her I own her, that it truly feels like I do.
She is my submissive, we do have an agreement, but owning her, truly owning her—that’s much more.
It goes beyond a training collar and doing a scene with a leash.
We will have to talk about it later, but for now, the idea of it clearly excites us both.
I rest my forehead against hers, my fingers still gripping the chain. Her breath puffs against my lips, and eventually, I lean away from the intoxicating scent of her floral perfume and the sweat of her skin. Her eyes stare up, wide and no longer glassy.
I release the necklace and inhale a breath before barking my next command. “On your hands and knees, baby. Then follow me like the good girl I know you are.”