Chapter 24
Yasmine
It felt like every single part of her body was buzzing, even though the vibrator had slipped out of her pussy. She’d been too wet, too slick, to hold on to it. Her pussy clenching and relaxing so much, she’d ended up pushing it out of her while she’d taken Zeus’ cock down her throat.
There was something about the dichotomy of how gentle he could be, the way he called her princess, then treated her like his own personal fuck toy that just flat-out did it for her.
This was what she always craved in the bedroom, and so many of the men she’d dated had never quite gotten it. Maybe because they’d been dating.
Maybe she should have always been looking for a fuck buddy. Someone who wasn’t as involved on an emotional level. Maybe that’s what was required for this kind of filthy hot sex.
Hooking his finger around the underside of the chain between her nipples, Zeus used the poor, tortured buds to pull her upward while she let out a small cry.
These weren’t the harshest clamps she had, and she wasn’t anywhere near the point where they absolutely had to come off, but they’d been on for long enough that holy fuck that hurt.
He got her up on her feet, then pulled her right back down over his lap, at which point he let the chain go, leaving it swinging in the air next to his leg.
Arms still locked behind her, she was squirming when he put his arm along the length of her back, resting his hand atop her forearms to help pin her into place.
“I told you not to lose the vibrator, naughty girl,” he said, rubbing his hand over her buttocks.
Yasmine moaned in response as her body lit up with anticipation, insides clenching at being called a naughty girl.
God, she needed a spanking so very badly.
She could feel him shifting next to her, his hand sliding between them, taking care of the condom, which he put to the side while she squirmed over his lap.
“Sorry, Sir,” she replied, not even making an attempt to sound sincere. It was quite possibly the most lackluster apology she’d ever given.
Chuckling, Zeus rubbed his hand even more roughly over her skin.
“You aren’t, but you will be.”
Oh, yes, please.
Not that she thought he could actually make her sorry, but she was very much looking forward to the attempt.
Then his hand lifted, and so did her hips, her body begging for the hard smack she knew was coming. When it landed, she rocked forward, letting out a gasp as the shock and stinging pain ricocheted through her. That was not a warm-up swat.
Well, that was what she got for being insincere and bratty.
The second swat, on her other cheek, was just as strong.
Now both of her cheeks were throbbing in equal measure. Yas panted for breath, squeezing her thighs together as the pain turned to anticipatory pleasure. It hurt, but it felt so good.
The third time his hand came down, it was not quite as intense.
The swats turned crisp and sharp, but not quite so powerful as the first two that had left her breathless.
More of a warm-up, allowing her to catch her breath.
She moaned as his hand came down again and again, turning her whole bottom hot and tingling.
Her hips started lifting to meet his hand again as her insides clenched in response.
Every time his hand came down, her body jerked forward on his lap—or, at least, attempted to—but his arm kept her pinned in place.
It was enough movement to make the chain between the clamps sway, tugging gently on her nipples with every swat.
Yas whimpered as the sensations curled and collided inside her, closing her eyes as he rubbed his hand over her hot, sensitized skin, and she went limp over his lap.
“Mmm, I don’t think you’re sorry yet.”
That was the only warning she had before his hand lifted again and came down on the back of her thigh. That hurt so much more than her butt. Yasmine shrieked, arching upward, her arms starting to jerk but held in place by his hand. The chain jingled and bounced, tugging on her nipples.
“Ow!”
His hand came down on her other thigh.
The lack of surprise meant she was able to handle it better, but it still freaking hurt. He spanked from her mid-thigh up to her sit spots, which had her squirming on his lap, and down the other side of her thigh before going right back up and down again.
Yasmine gasped. Wriggled. Clenched. Cried out as his hand repeated its journey over exquisitely sensitive spots. Her whole backside felt like it was on fire… as did her pussy, although in a completely different way.
This was all one massive tease, building her arousal higher and higher, even as the sting grew more and more intense with every swat he landed on already chastised skin.
“Zeus, please,” she begged between panting breaths. Her insides clenched again as he paused, hope rising in her chest.
“Mmm.” He rubbed her skin, which felt almost raw against his palm now. Pain and pleasure sparked inside her. His fingers dipped into her pussy, and she moaned, clenching and lifting her hips as he fingerfucked her. “You are very wet, princess. Is it my cock you’re begging for?”
“Yes.” She shuddered as he twisted his fingers inside her, setting off more sparks of needy arousal.
He shifted, and she could feel the hardness of his erection pressing against her side. He was hard again. And yes, she wanted his cock. She wanted it in her pussy this time, not her mouth.
But then his fingers slid out of her pussy and pressed against her ass. Yasmine’s mouth popped open in surprise, and she gasped as he began to stretch open that tiny entrance.
There was something about being touched in that area—that forbidden, naughty, wicked spot—that always made her feel like she was doing something utterly filthy.
Something so very wrong. It wasn’t something she could ever ask for; it didn’t matter how many people found it completely acceptable in the kink community.
In her head, that was always for the naughtiest girls.
“Do you think you deserve my cock, princess?” Zeus’ voice was silky, even, as his fingers pushed deeper into her bottom, stretching out the tight ring at the entrance. It stung, too, though not as much as the spanking.
“Um… yes?”
She couldn’t help but clench as he twisted his fingers inside her again.
Did he want to fuck her ass? Yasmine hadn’t been nearly naughty enough to earn that, she didn’t think, but she knew she wouldn’t stop him, either.
If he wanted her ass, rather than her pussy, she knew she’d submit… and probably orgasm either way.
Zeus pumped his fingers two more times before sliding them out of her bottom, leaving her feeling so very empty and achy. Everything was empty.
“Stand up and go over to the bed. I want you standing with your legs apart, bent over.” He gave her bottom a little pat with the hand he’d been using to hold her arms in place. “You can use your hands to brace yourself.”
That was a relief. She shook out her arms as Zeus helped her to her feet, and she straightened up. For just a moment, she swayed, dizzy from both need and having been over his lap. Zeus kept his hand on her, then gave her another swat on her ass to get her moving toward the bed.
Even that little smack made her whimper as the tingling sting went through her.
She tottered toward the bed on unsteady legs. Behind her, she could hear Zeus move to the bathroom and the sound of running water a moment later. Washing his hands. She glanced back and could see that the orange condom was gone. He was cleaning up everything right now and making her wait.
Bending over the bed, Yasmine braced herself with her forearms. Her breasts hung beneath her, the chain on the clamps brushing against the comforter.
Feet a little more than shoulder-width apart, her insides clenched, even though she couldn’t put the pressure on her clit that she wanted.
The tiny nub throbbed and pulsed, eager for any kind of stimulation.
The skin on her backside felt so incredibly sensitive after her spanking, she could feel the air moving over it.
“Good girl.” Zeus’ praise flushed through her.
She heard the sound of him ripping open another condom packet. Her senses were so alert, so attuned, she could feel him stepping into place behind her even before his hand curved over her hip.
When the tip of his cock pressed against her pussy, she moaned, going up on her toes to try to meet him.
“Hold still, princess,” Zeus ordered. With the tip of his cock in her pussy, he gripped her hips with both hands, helping to hold her in place. “I know you want my cock, but you’re going to have to wait and take what I give you.”
Yasmine moaned again as he thrust in, just a little, and pulled out again.
Rather than one smooth stroke to fill her pussy, he held her tightly in place as he started slowly working himself deeper into her pussy.
Shallow strokes at first, making her clench and want to push back against him to get more, then slowly going a little deeper… a little deeper…
Stretching her open so slowly, it was liable to drive her mad.
“Please, Zeus…” she begged again.
“What do you need, princess?” His voice was so smooth. So even. As if he wasn’t driving her crazy with arousal. As if he wasn’t half buried in her pussy.
“You.”
“More explicit, princess. I want to hear you say it.”
She moaned again, shuddering as his grip on her hips tightened, but his strokes slowed.
“I want you inside me.”
He chuckled, as if amused by her attempt to avoid a crasser request.
“What part of me, princess?” He pulled back, withdrawing, as if threatening to stop fucking her if she didn’t use the words he wanted.
“I want your cock. I want you to fuck me. Okay?” She practically shouted the final word. The little game had been fun, but she was going to scream and possibly melt down if he denied her an orgasm at this point.
Not that she had to worry. The second she said ‘okay’, he thrust in hard and deep in one brutal thrust that had her rocking forward and crying out as she was immediately filled by thick, hard cock.
It felt so damn good, her pussy clenched around him as her orgasm came rushing through her body like a freight train.
All the teasing, all the waiting, had brought her right to the brink, and now that he was filling her and withdrawing, then slamming all the way back in, the chain on the clamps moved and pulled as her pussy spasmed around his thrusting cock.
Every smack of his body against her sensitized skin reignited the sting from the spanking across her ass and thighs.
The glut of sensation sent wave after wave of agonizing ecstasy rippling through her, almost too intense to bear… but Zeus kept going, sending her higher and higher until she fell forward onto the mattress, unable to hold herself up any longer.
And still he kept fucking her.
Zeus
The tight grip of Yas’ pussy was just as intensely pleasurable as it had been the night before. He could feel every quiver, every shudder through her body. Felt when her orgasm began, her pussy spasming around him as the pleasure tore through her.
Felt her strength waver, and her body began to fall forward. He came with her, driving her into the mattress with his thrust. She cried out when her upper body hit the mattress, breasts flattening against the surface, crushing her nipples even further.
Since he’d already gotten off once, he wasn’t anywhere near his own climax yet.
Pulling out, he flipped her over onto her back, and she cried out again as the hot skin of her backside bounced against the bed. When he thrust deep inside her, pressing her down into the bed even more, she arched up, pushing her breasts into the air.
Her nipples were so dark red in the confines of the clamps, it was time to take them off. The fact that doing so would add to the tumult of sensations she was caught in was a bonus.
Zeus buried himself inside her, leaning in to pin her down as he removed the first clamp.
Before she had time to realize what he’d just done, before she had time to scream, he already had the tortured bud in his mouth and was suckling it hard.
He could feel it plumping up as she found her voice.
Her hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging in.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, and her whole body bowed, as if trying to push him away.
“Too much!” Her head thrashed back and forth. “It’s too much!”
He lifted his head, letting her nipple stretch out, then release from his mouth with a pop. “Say ‘Red’, or I keep going.”
Shaking her head back and forth, she strained beneath him.
“I can’t!” she repeated.
That wasn’t her safe word.
Zeus thrust in hard again as he removed the other clamp, taking her nipple in his mouth to the sound of her hoarse scream.
Her nails raked across his shoulders, digging furrows in the skin as he rocked forward, rubbing his lower body against her overstimulated pussy while he sucked on her tortured nipple.
“Zeus!”
Ignoring her plea, he kept rocking, thrusting.
Letting her nipple pop free from his mouth, he gathered her wrists in his hands and pinned them down on either side of her head as he let go of his control and fucked her as hard and ruthlessly as he wanted to.
She keened, arching, shuddering, her pussy clamping down around him as though she was trying to hold his cock in place.
Her legs tightened around him, holding him against her.
“Fuck…”
The word was a hoarse groan as he kept pumping, thrusting as best he could while she tightened around him in every manner possible.
Pure ecstasy shot through him, and he embedded himself in her pussy to the hilt, pulsing as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through him. He leaned into her, letting her writhe beneath him as he filled the condom, her pussy clenching and pulling every last drop of cum from him.
Closing his eyes, he let his weight gently collapse on top of her, pinning her to the bed with his body. He felt the long shudder of her breath letting out on a sigh. Her muscles relaxed slightly, but she still kept her legs wrapped around him.
Tilting his head to the side, Zeus pressed a lazy kiss to her neck.
“Mmm.” She made the little sound in the back of her throat.
A small smile curved his lips.
If making sure she was sexually satisfied was the way to her heart, he was pretty sure he was already more than halfway there. Even if it wasn’t, he figured this was a pretty damn good start.