Wilde Surrender (The Brothers of Wilde, Nevada 5)

Then the paddling stopped. She opened her eyes and saw Austin’s black boots below. She felt his hand glide through her hair. “Your ass is nice and pink for me. Was that enough for you, kitten?”

Was he testing her? She had to prove to him in the next seven days that she could be the sub he desired. “No, Master. I deserve more.”

He murmured. “Yes, you do. Here’s a tip for you, pet. Relax and breathe.” His boots disappeared from her view.

“Thank you. I will, Master.” She tried to steady her shaky breathing.

Whack! Whack! Whack!

This wasn’t the large paddle any longer. The little stings it delivered to her flesh let her know it was the crop. Each time, Master hit her in a different spot.

Unable to hold back her tears, she sobbed into the face rest. Her mind was wonderfully fuzzy, and her body was on fire.

“Now, let’s try my open hand on that gorgeous ass of yours.”

Slap! Slap! Slap!

Though the spanking still hurt immensely, his hand on her ass seemed so intimate, so perfect, creating warm feelings inside her.

“You’ve learned your lesson, pet?” His tone was deep but softer than she’d ever heard before.

Through sobs, she answered, “Y–Yes, Master.”

She felt his hands massage her burning flesh, delivering just a tiny bit of pain with a nice touch. “Good.”

Cravings rolled through her for him to be inside her pussy. The more she thought about how he would feel inside her, the more her clit throbbed and burned. Would he fuck her?

He applied something cooling and slick to her ass. “This is aftercare. Are you familiar with that term?”

“Uh-huh,” she uttered, unable to form real words at the moment.

Master unfastened the cuffs and guided her onto her back. She forgot about the pulsing heat from her ass when his fingers slipped through her pussy’s swollen folds. “You’ve got the cutest clipped cunt I’ve ever seen. Still, think a fresh shave is in order.” He placed her wrists and ankles back into the table’s restraints.

He stepped over to the sink and filled a bowl with warm water. She anxiously watched him collect a can of shaving cream, a towel, some cloths, and a straight-edged razor. Her heart hammered in her chest.

“Let’s make sure there’s not a stray hair anywhere on your hot flesh.” He dipped one of the cloths in the steaming water. Then he wiped down her body from the neck down, taking extra care on her pussy. Next, he applied the shaving cream to her underarms. She had no hair there, but he obviously meant to make sure for himself. His gaze became intense, like a surgeon’s, as he scraped the razor against the sensitive skin under her arms. Being a bit ticklish, she jerked.

“Be still, pet.”

“Yes, Master.” She willed herself motionless.

Methodically he continued his work. When he’d finished with her underarms, wiping it clean with a fresh cloth, he nodded. Then Master bent down and licked her there. Everything went tingly inside her and her pussy ached.

Next he applied cream to her chest. Oh God! Her nipples burned, and her clit throbbed. He guided the razor over her chest with an amazing skill. Just hard enough to awaken every cell, but easy enough not to mar her skin permanently. As he circled her nipple with the blade, Jessie stopped breathing. Then he flipped the razor over, sliding the dull side over her tiny bits of flesh. She blew out a gust of air.

Master wiped all the shaving cream off with a cloth. “Gotta taste those gorgeous tits.” He leaned down, and she watched him swallow one of her breasts and his hand dive between her legs. Feeling his tongue dance over her taut nipple and his thumb pressing on her clit was the final straw that pushed her to orgasm. She bucked against the restraints.

“Ride that climax, pet.” His lips moved to her other breast, and his thumb pressed harder on her clit. With his other hand, he firmly pinched the free nipple.

This was like nothing she’d ever had before. Master knew how to touch her in a way that kept her rolling with undulating waves of release. Her womb spasmed, and her pussy drenched his hand in her cream. And still he kept pushing her with perfect pinches, licks, and touches—making her orgasm last and last.

“You came without my permission, pet. Now, you will suffer.” He shifted his position until his lips were less than an inch from her pussy. “You want me to drink the cream from your cunt?”

“Yes! Please, Master!”

He blew a hot blast of his breath on her pussy’s throbbing flesh. “Beg me to do it.”

Frenzied by the climax, she screamed, and screamed, and screamed. “Lick me! God, please! Lick me, Master! I’ll do anything…”