Chapter 40
Yasmine
Totally naked, bent over the side of Zeus’ bed, Yasmine bit her lip as his hand smoothed over the bare skin of her upturned ass. His touch was soft. Gentle. Teasing her with what was to come. The big jerk.
With most of her weight on her elbows, her breasts hung beneath her, hard nipples brushing against his comforter.
“Are you waiting for permission or what?” she asked, looking over her shoulder. She caught a glimpse of his amused expression right before his hand lifted and landed.
Smack.
The hard swat with nothing more than his hand had her head swinging back around as she let out a gasp. Ow. Dammit. She just had to open her big mouth.
“You need to learn patience, princess.” His hand came down on the other side of her ass, right in the middle, just as hard.
Yasmine’s pussy clenched in response, her breasts swinging beneath her, stimulating the tips of her nipples.
Making her squirm. Without clamps or anything like that, there was nothing to balance out the sting from the swat. All the pain was focused on her butt.
The belt was going to huuuuuurt.
So, why was she looking forward to it so much?
Feeling more than a little sassy, she started humming the tune to One Day My Prince Will Come. Except in her head, she couldn’t help but make ‘come’ into ‘cum’ which made her burst into a fit of giggles.
No more swats landed on her skin. Turning her head to look over her shoulder at Zeus, she saw him staring at her like he was worried she was losing her mind, and she cracked up.
“Should I even ask?”
“Um…”
Shaking his head, his hand lifted again. Curved. Practically cupped her ass cheek when he spanked it. Ooooouch. She was just getting herself into more trouble. This was why she didn’t like waiting; it was an opportunity for naughty behavior she just couldn’t resist.
Yasmine rocked forward, going up slightly on her toes as she gasped at the hard swat. Another one, just like it, hit her other ass cheek. Warming up her skin, getting it ready for the belt.
Yes, please.
“I’m starting to think it’s going to be more difficult to teach you a lesson than I expected,” Zeus murmured.
He might not be wrong.
Yasmine didn’t answer him verbally; she just wiggled her butt at him and grinned when she heard his chuckle. Then his hand came down again and again, rapid fire, three times in a row on each cheek before he paused to squeeze on the fourth one.
His fingers dug into her soft flesh, which was already stinging from the spanking.
Gasping, she found herself lifting onto her toes again as the heat in her skin flared.
“Five with the belt.” Zeus rubbed his hand over her now-sensitized ass again, not bothering to be gentle this time.
The briskness of the friction, the rough handling, made her skin prickle…
or maybe that was the anticipation of finally getting to the real punishment.
Yasmine lifted her hips, wiggling her butt at him.
She doubted her skin was more than a little pink, but she was sure it held some hue from the spanking.
“Naughty girl,” was Zeus’ only comment, though it was very mild compared to what it could have been.
Yasmine didn’t feel as if he was upset with her anymore about keeping her relationships with his team a secret. Now they were in on the secret together—and they both had good reasons for keeping it under wraps for now.
“Yes, Sir,” she agreed, dropping her head.
The softest sound preceded the hardest smack, as the leather cracked against her skin, right across the middle of her ass.
Yasmine cried out. She rocked forward, nipples dragging across the comforter, her insides clenching, toes curling in response to the line of pain across her backside.
As she panted for breath, Zeus’ hand rubbed over her ass, both soothing and exasperating the sensation.
Tears had sparked in her eyes, and she gulped back her whimper as he caressed the welt he’d just created.
“Good girl. Four more.”
Ow, ow, ow…
His hand waited until she relaxed before lifting again, and it took all her willpower to stay relaxed—but she knew it would hurt a lot less if she did.
The soft rush of air.
Another line of painful burning across her butt, just under the previous welt.
Tears weren’t just sparking now; they were filling her eyes as she gasped for breath, threatening to spill over. Her insides clenched and throbbed. It hurt, it hurt so much, and for some reason, her pussy got the mixed-up signal of pleasure, the way it always did when she was being punished.
“Three more.”
Zeus rubbed her ass again, and Yasmine whimpered out loud this time, dropping her head back down as she shuddered and made her muscles relax again.
Each line burned along her backside, just below the previous one.
The final one went right across her sit spot, and Yasmine screamed, the sound muffled by the bed as she pressed against it.
Her fingers and toes curled, squeezing, as her body wrestled with the throbbing, stinging pain she was willingly subjecting it to.
When Zeus’ fingers slid along the seam of her pussy, she could feel the slick glide of his probing—she was soaking wet.
Whimpering for a new reason, Yasmine lifted her hips as he teased her sensitive flesh.
The combination of throbbing pain from her butt and needy ache from her pussy was a chaotic storm of battling sensations.
A completely different kind of heat pulsed through her as his fingers dipped and swirled, and Yasmine moaned. Her ass was on fire, and all she wanted was to be fucked.
“You know you were a very naughty girl, don’t you, princess?”
“Yes, Sir.”
At the time, it had felt like she’d made the right decision, but she’d also known that they were coming to a point where she probably should have told him.
She’d been afraid to, and that was on her.
She hadn’t given him the chance to react; she’d just assumed it would be bad, so of course that meant she’d put him in a position where it would have been difficult for him to have anything other than a bad reaction.
Which was not what she’d wanted.
The fingers pulled away from her pussy and moved up to her asshole. Yasmine gasped and automatically clenched at the sensation of his slick digits pressing against the tiny entrance.
“Open up for me, Yas. You agreed that you were a very naughty girl.” His voice lowered to a growl, his fingers pressing harder at her entrance.
Yasmine closed her eyes as she pressed her face against the bed again.
As good as anal could feel, there was always a sense of shame that swept through her at being touched there…
even more so when she was fucked there. Good girls didn’t have anal sex.
Bad girls did. It hurt in a wonderful, terrible manner, and it always made her feel more debased than anything else a Dom could possibly do or say.
All of which only aroused her more.
Zeus’ fingers pushed in, stretching open the little hole, and she moaned at the sensation.
Somehow, his fingers sliding into her ass made her more aware of the stinging heat from her belted cheeks.
Why something pushing into her ass should make her more aware of the exterior of her ass, she had no idea, but it was true.
His fingers twisted, retreated, and thrust, and Yasmine shuddered and whimpered. There was no doubt in her mind what he was readying her tiny hole for. This wasn’t just going to end with his fingers or a plug.
And she was right.
It only took him a few minutes to loosen her up before he pulled away.
“Stay in position.”
The order kept her frozen as he moved around behind her.
Thankfully, he didn’t wait long before he stepped up again, his feet on either side of hers, one hand gripping her hip while the other directed his cock.
The slick lube on the condom rubbed over the crinkled rose of her anus, assisting his entrance as he began to push in.
“Oh, fuck…” Yasmine bore down, trying to take deep breaths as he began to stretch open the tiny entrance. His cock was a lot thicker than his fingers. The stinging ache wasn’t nearly as bad as the belt had been, but at the moment, it felt a lot more acute.
She whimpered as both of his hands came to rest on her hips, fingers flexing, holding her in place as the long, slow slide of his cock into her ass continued. If she could have moved forward, away from him, she would have, but he was holding her too tightly.
Rather than pulling back, rather than giving her a moment, he just kept slowly pressing deeper.
Yasmine shuddered, clenching around the thick shaft and squirming in place, but the slide of his cock into her tightest space was nonstop.
When his body finally pressed up against her welted cheeks, it felt as if she could barely breathe, she was so full of his cock.
Her pussy spasmed in jealousy as he held himself still, letting her ass adjust to its new proportions.
There was nothing to bring into focus how big a man’s cock was than having to fit it into her ass.
When he began to pull out, Yasmine cried out again. It felt as though he was dragging her insides with her… but then he only pulled out halfway before thrusting in again. Hard. The slap of his body against her welted buttocks was like being spanked all over again, reigniting the painful sting.
He did it again and again and again, in quick succession.
Fucking her hard and fast. Using her for his pleasure.
Driving the very breath from her lungs. It hurt…
it felt good… and she couldn’t tell where one sensation began and the other ended.
She was stretched so wide, he was going so deep, all she could focus on was the sensation of him sliding back and forth in her clenching channel.
Her own pleasure was rising with every thrust. Even though it hurt, her hips were starting to lift, her body wanting him inside her, even if it was the wrong hole. Yasmine cried out, shuddering, her pussy getting wetter and hotter as he used her ass.
When his fingers slipped beneath her, pressing against her clit, Yasmine screamed as her pleasure went off like a rocket.
Bucking beneath him, her ass clenched, trying to hold his cock in place, but was unable to grip him.
The slide of his thrusts, combined with his fingers rubbing against her clit, pushed wave after wave of agonized ecstasy through her shuddering senses.
Zeus
The tight grip of Yas’ ass around his cock was fucking heaven. Her whimpers, her shudders, were icing on the cake. When he looked down, he could see the way her ring had smoothed out to accommodate his cock, a pale ring of flesh between her red, welted cheeks.
The spasms of her body as she came for him drove his own need higher. The sound of her moaning his name as she shuddered in ecstasy shredded the last remnants of his self-control. Pulling his hand back, fingers slick from her wetness, he gripped her hips again and let himself go.
Yas went almost limp in front of him, her arms buckling until her upper body was resting on the bed, leaving her ass high in the air and held up by his hands.
Zeus let them both fall forward, so she was entirely bent over his bed, releasing her hips to plant one hand on either side of her body and fuck her ass as hard and ruthlessly as he wanted.
Her wail and her squirming as another wave of orgasm hit her was all he needed to send him over his own edge.
Groaning, he buried himself inside her ass, feeling her muscles tighten and release around him, milking his cock as he filled the condom with his cum.
Closing his eyes, he leaned in, the heat of the welts on her ass warming his groin.
“Fuck.” He barked out the word, his voice hoarse, as he collapsed on top of her. The last few spurts of his climax left him utterly wrung out, and the desire to be close to her was overwhelming.
Front pressed to her back, he could feel every breath, every tiny quiver, and her long sigh as she went fully limp beneath him.
Pressing his lips against her shoulder, Zeus felt her squirm in response, her ass tightening for just a moment.
His cock jerked and flexed, though it was already slowly beginning to deflate within her.
“Good girl,” he murmured, kissing her shoulder again. Her body flexed around him in response, and he felt her happy little sigh and wiggle.
Fuck. He wasn’t sure where this was going or how and when he was going to tell his team, but he knew what he wanted…
He wanted to be the man to break Yasmine’s curse and be her happily-ever-after. Now he just had to convince her to give him a chance, and that was something he had no idea how to do. As he’d admitted to her tonight, even his own mother hadn’t chosen him.