He ground his cock against her hip and groaned gutturally. “You deserve to have a sore ass for a week for that dance. It was fucking amazing.”
“So you’re going to punish me for it?” she asked incredulously.
“Oh
, yeah.”
She didn’t have time to respond to his gruff, absolute reply, because he firmed his hold on her shoulder and swatted her ass hard enough to make air pop out of her lungs.
“Ouch,” she blurted out. His hand rubbed the burning flesh. She shuddered in excitement at the sensation of him soothing the firing nerves.
“I told you it was a punishment, not playtime. Try to stay still and not jump,” he said, and she heard the hint of humor in his tone. He lifted his hand and she tensed. He spanked her on her other buttock, the sound of flesh striking flesh ringing in her ears. She managed not to jump this time, but her body lurched forward slightly. He firmed her with his hand on her shoulder. Again, he paused and rubbed the stinging flesh. “You’re going to color up nicely,” she heard him say thickly, and she knew he was watching himself as he stroked her. “God, you’re gorgeous. This ass is made to be spanked. It’s made to be spanked for teasing me so ruthlessly,” he finished in a hard tone. He lifted his hand and spanked both cheeks again. She felt his cock jump against her hip and groaned. The burn from her ass seemed to travel all the way to her sex.
“Are you okay?” he asked her, now rubbing her flaming bottom again.
She winced. She needed pressure on her sex. Badly. Her knees bent slightly inward, making her dip in the air.
“What’s wrong?” he demanded.
“I have to close my thighs,” she managed through gritted teeth.
“Why?”
“Because I ache,” she bit out in frustration.
He made a sound like an angry hiss. He ground his erection against her firmly and spanked her three more times. “Stand up straight, Eleanor. Just bend your knees a little, like I told you,” he rasped. She did what he’d instructed, grimacing. Her sex throbbed so badly. He rubbed her ass more lewdly this time, squeezing the flesh in his palms. “Keep your legs just where they are. You’ll get relief when it’s due.” She moaned miserably. “You like this, don’t you?” he asked, and she heard the edge of triumph in his voice.
“About as much as you like watching me dance,” she muttered.
He let out a bark of dark laughter at that, and knew he’d understood her agonized pleasure perfectly. Holding her close against his body, he spanked her twice more. “Then you must like it a hell of a lot,” she heard him mutter. “Your ass is turning nice and hot,” he said, rubbing her lasciviously. “Does it hurt?”
“It burns,” she admitted through a tight throat.
He moved away slightly. She tried to look around, missing his heat . . . the mind-blowing feeling of his cock pulsing into her flesh. But he was back as quickly as he’d moved away. This time, when he pressed himself to her, he did so against the side of her ass. He used his hand to bunch her buttocks together, pushing them against the bulge in his jeans.
“Jesus,” she heard him say under his breath. Then she felt the feathers gliding across her ass, amplifying the tingle in the nerves.
“Ohhh,” she cried out. It felt so good on her prickling skin, so decadently dirty.
“You like that?”
She just nodded strenuously, a squeaky sound leaving her throat. He stroked her ass and inner thighs with the feather, the sensation making her clit simmer. She ground her teeth together and made a sound of distilled frustration.
“Now you know what it’s like, Eleanor,” she heard him say through the roar in her ears. He brushed the feather between her thighs directly onto her sex. Every nerve in her body seemed to spark, but he withheld ignition. She clamped her eyelids shut and quaked.
“Touch me,” she begged. “Oh God, please.”
Suddenly, one big, warm hand cupped one of her suspended breasts. His fingers pinched her nipple. She gasped, a shudder rippling through her. It hadn’t been the touch she expected. His cock swelled against her ass.
“Your nipple is as hard as a rock,” he seethed.
She groaned. “I can’t take this anymore.”
“You can,” she heard him say. There was a thumping noise, and she realized dazedly it was the handle of the fan hitting the floor. He’d tossed it aside. He firmed his hold on her shoulder. “You will,” he said. He spanked the bottom curve of both her buttocks firmly, popping the flesh. “By my count, you have four more strokes to go.” He squeezed one ass cheek, molding it against his palm. His fingers trailed down toward her sex. “You’ve turned nice and pink, baby. Your ass is hot.” She groaned in helpless arousal. His engorged cock pressing against the side of her hip and ass burned her consciousness. “Ask me to give you the last four strokes.”
“Huh?” she asked, her brain hazed by thick lust.
He squeezed her ass cheek harder. “Ask for the last four strokes.”