Oh, God!
The pressure ended. “What state?”
“Green, Sir.”
“Excellent.” She felt him caress her ass and back with his calloused hands, soothing her. Immediately, her ache for his intimate touch grew. Her body vibrated desire. She shifted her ass towards him, hoping to tempt him.
“You have much to learn. I’m in charge, love. Not you.” Dallas began paddling her ass again.
One smack. Two.
Her mind dropped more fully into the subspace she craved. She chewed on her lip, attempting to hold back her tears, not that his slaps harmed her. No, they overwhelmed her. He’d told her that he wanted her to feel—to really feel. To get her to reach a state of mindless pleasure that she would never forget. That he was so willing to do that for her amazed Jessie. Four. Five. She slipped even deeper into the illusory plane. She’d never felt so quiet and calm.
“What state, love?”
Heavenly. “I’m green, Sir.”
He slapped her ass a sixth and seventh time. “Then let go, sweetheart. Stop holding back.”
His permission unhinged her, and her tears fell, dampening his sheets.
“Good girl.” Once again, he applied more cream.
When he stopped, she felt him roll her to her side and press on her aching folds. His mouth touched her lips, and his kiss brought her to the edge of orgasm. But just as she thought she couldn’t hold back, he stopped touching her, kissing her, torturing her...
As each ache receded back a bit, Dallas would press somewhere else on her body that would enhance and expand her own wicked appetites.
“Don’t come, love. Hold back.”
“I’m trying, Sir.” Still wearing the blindfold, she brought up an image of the sexy cowboy in her mind.
“I know you are. You’re doing great. What state?”
Hot vibrations spanned every part of her body. “Green.”
“Good girl. I can’t wait to fill your hot pussy with my dick.” Dallas’s voice seemed to come from a primal place inside him.
A delicious shiver shot up and down her spine. She craved to submit to his dominance. “Please, Sir. Fill me up.”
“You want me to fuck you, love?” His fingers lightly pressed on her clit again. Her breathing and heartbeats sped up.
Tears of pleasure swelled in her eyes. “Yes, Sir!”
“Sweet submission. God, you’re awesome. What Dom wouldn’t be totally into you? If you want me to fuck you, you have to earn it.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Will you make me proud, sweetheart?”
She nodded, though her heart raced at what might be coming next.
“Good girl.” He removed the handcuffs, but not the blindfold. “I want you to slick up my dick with your sweet mouth. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Let’s get your blood flowing.” He massaged her hands, wrists, and arms. “How does that feel?”
Dizzily, she answered, “Good, Sir.”