Flawless Prize

I shiver, following the silken command. I remember the last time he spanked me – and how incredibly sexy it was – so I quickly take position on the bed, my ass presented in the lacy underwear. He tugs the silk roughly down over my thighs, trapping my legs.

“Now count to ten.”

I relax a little. Like last time, I’ll have to work for my pleasure. But when the belt snaps against me, I yelp in surprise. The sensation is nothing like his hand on my ass. It’s sharper. Quicker.

“O—one,” I manage, bracing myself.

He snaps it again, my flesh tender now.

“Two!”

“Three!”

The next blow is angled on the backs of my thighs, a sharp crack of pain.

“Four…” Tears sting in the corner of my eyes. This is way more intense than last time. How am I supposed to make it to ten?

But just as I’m wondering if I should use my safe word and make it all stop, Caleb’s hand smooths over the tender skin, soothing it.

“Good girl,” he murmurs softly. “You’re being so good for me.”

I take a deep breath. It’s crazy, but the praise warms me from the inside out.

I want to be good for him.

His fingers delve lower, skimming between my legs, to where my damp wetness is pooled. He presses gently against my clit. “See? I can be good to you too.”

I moan in pleasure, pressing back against his hand. Needing more pressure.

“Not yet, baby. I’m not done with your punishment yet.”

The next cracks of the belt come swiftly on the backs of my thighs. I cry out, and immediately, Caleb is rubbing my clit again, harder this time. I moan. The pleasure radiates, mingling with the pain, drowning everything with an intoxicating intensity.

What the hell is happening to me?

I find myself breathless in anticipation, eager for the next blows—because then he’ll make it all better. “More,” I swallow, blood pounding. “I’m ready.”

“That’s my girl.”

Another. I moan out loud, pressing back against his hand. Again. It’s overwhelming, the feelings ricocheting through my body. Pleasure and pain, pushed to the limit. More.

“Ten!”

I fall forwards on the bed, gasping for air. Tears are running down my cheeks, and my ass is on fire from the belt.

Until Caleb’s tongue licks over one cheek, soothing.

I gasp, automatically pulling away, but he grips my hips, forcing me to stay in place.

“Don’t fucking move. I told you, this ass is mine.”

He licks again, tongue trailing over the bare globes. I tense, my heart racing as he licks closer to my crease. He’s not going to… He wouldn’t…

But he does.

Caleb licks around my asshole, his tongue nudging at the tight petal.

I shriek in surprise, but he doesn’t stop.