Chapter 19 Kat #2
“I slip the rope through the ceiling hook and pull to fix you there, oh what a view! I slap you on the pubic to make you present your ass. Just like this,” And I slap her pubic.
She gasps and rolls her hips.
“I walk around you, so I can see that beautiful ass of yours. I caress over it, and my core can’t wait to hear that sound when my hand slaps on it.”
I turn her carefully onto her stomach so I can see her ass in reality, and she puts her arms under her body to protect her chest and rests it on them.
“Can you do that?” I ask her. “Or does it hurt too much?”
“I don’t fucking care,” she says.
“But I do, Princess. Answer my question, does it hurt?”
“Yes, but not worse than when I sit,” she says.
“Good,” I say and slide up her dress so I can see that ass. I wanna dig my face in it until I suffocate.
Slap.
That feeling underneath my hand. It burns slightly, although I am extra careful with the spanks.
She squeals.
“You ass is the most perfect thing I have ever seen,” I say, and slap her again. “Count. And you’ll say ‘Thank you, Mistress’ after each.”
Slap.
“Two. Thank you, Mistress.”
Her words purr longing into my core.
Slap.
“Three. Thank you, mistress.”
When we reach ten, I let my hand slide between her legs.
My own core clenches in blissful anticipation as I feel the warmth and wetness of her.
I get up and glide over the back of her legs with my fingers as I pull down her thong.
As I stand behind her with her lying in front of me, presenting her ass, I am close to forgetting myself.
“I’d grasp your hair,” I say, and lean over her to make a ponytail in my hand out of her hair to grasp it properly by the root for full control. “Just like this, and pull it back, so you arch for me.”
I don’t do it now because of her chest. Instead, I whisper in her ear.
“You will tell me when any of it hurts,” I say darkly, “Otherwise you’ll get fifteen with a geared flogger the moment you’re healed up. Do you understand?”
I don’t intend to live up to any of it because she is drunk, and I am a firm believer in the safe, sane, consensual rules. This here is just light play, with no real consequences.
She nods, and I get back up.
“Spread your legs,” I order her, and when she does, a “Mhhhhm” slips over my lips.
I trail with my hands up over the back of her legs. Goosebumps spread over her skin, and I congratulate myself on the effect I have on her.
I kneel high so I can reach what I desire. She gasps as I kiss the back of her thighs until I dig my face into her.
That scent.
That taste.
That feeling.
My tongue trails over her labia to her clit where I circle around it rhythmically. It takes a lot of muscle and skill to reach it from behind, and I almost suffocate myself with it, but I’d rather die than not experience this.
She moans and moves her hips from my touch.
Soft vibrations pulsate from her clit, and it swells. I use it as a sign to do what I wanted to do the entire time, and that is to fuck her with my tongue.
I enter her with it, and she reacts as expected. A squeak and a moan, before she rolls her hips even more.
I know what I do when I fuck her with my tongue again and again and again. My tongue pushes slightly down, so I tease that sweet spot of hers, right there—
“Oh gods, Kat!” she shouts as her moans get louder, and I slap her ass.
It wiggles into my face, and damn, am I turned on! I want to rub myself. I want to rub my clit over her leg, I want her to lick me, I want to fuck her with my fingers, and get off only by watching her come.
And just when she begins to twitch slightly between the moans, I push my face even closer into her. My nose digs into her ass, and I can’t wait to lick her there. But that’s something we’ll do after having a conversation about it.
I slap her again. Once. Twice. Thrice.
I have to moan myself now, and although my tongue hurts and air is scarce, I won’t stop. I’d rather pass out before she didn’t come once. I know she is close, so I keep doing what I do until the final wave comes.
“Ugmmmm,” she moans out in the sheets as her core clenches and a pulsating wave spreads from her over to me.
I lean slightly back to get some air and relax my tongue, not giving a fuck that I look like a panting dog. As I said before, I’d woof and meow for her if I have to.
“That was fucking amazing,” she mumbles into the sheets.
I snigger. “That was nothing, Princess,” I say, and bite her inner thigh.
She squeaks in pain, as she should.
“Next time, I’ll take a knife instead of biting,” I say.
She only giggles. I know she has a kink for knife play.
I get up and pull her up with an arm around her shoulders so she doesn’t have to push herself up with her chest.
I slide down her dress and ruffle her messy hair straight.
“I can do that by myself,” she says.
“You’ll let me do it anyway,” I say and pick up her thong. Instead of giving it to her, I slip it in my pocket.
She looks reproachfully at me and holds out her hand.
“Nope,” I say. “That’s my treasure.”
“You know,” she says, “Sometimes I liked you better when you were poor, innocent Ella.”
I have to laugh.
“Oh, I can be here,” I say. “Once ot twice a year when you have been a really, really good girl. This here is way too much fun,” I add, and briefly caress her cheek with the back of my finger.
I can see she is madly annoyed and in total awe at the same time, in other words: Things are exactly as they’re supposed to be.
“Come closer,” I say, and pull her into me. “Lick your juices off my lips,” I order her.
It’s one moment where she hesitates, but then licks over my lips.
“Mhhhm,” I hum out. “Like I said, way too much fun.” And with that, I grasp her arm to get back to the party.