“Nice fucking pussy.” He growls, reaching down to stroke the length of his cock under his jeans. “Can’t wait to show you all the ways it’s going to apologize to me. You’re never going to steal from us again, are you, Meadow?”
“No.” I shake my head on the pillow, swallowing hard. “It wasn’t personal.”
“And now it is.” It’s a statement, not a question, but I nod anyway in agreement. “Good girl.” He seethes, still gripping his cock as he licks his lips and stares at my pussy.
I clench my inner muscles, desperate for some relief, and even that slight inner movement has Chain grinning.
“Needy, aren’t you?” He steps to the other side of the bed, repeating the move from earlier, pushing the outside of my thigh downward until my other hip is exposed, and I close my eyes, sure of what’s coming.
The smack is even harder, tearing a scream from my throat. The red flashes in my vision throw a wave of heat throughout my body as I gather a breath, and he brings his hand down again.
Again.
Tears are burning.
Again.
A sob is caught in my throat.
Again.
An orgasm is cresting and shame is tightening my chest.
Fantasies I never understood before shoot through me. I’m always in control. I have to be.
It’s what gets me through the days. It’s what gets me through my work.
Control.
Control.
Always in control.
He flips my body to the other side as my vision blurs. His weight is on the side of the bed next to me, my wrist pulling at the rope, and he delivers three hard smacks to my ass before I release the sob which comes wrenching out from me in a gasp and a cough.
Before I can stop myself, I’m squeezing my legs together. So desperate for some friction where the need is throbbing, the effects of his spanking me coating the insides of my thighs.
His hands are rough as he tosses my body back to center, gripping my knees and driving them apart without restraint, tugging the muscles in my inner thighs tight.
“Well, looky here.” He taunts as I dare open my eyes and look up at him. He’s wild, a beast running a hand through his hair, pushing it off his face which is twisted tight. “Seems this pink gash has a thing for a good spanking.”
He slips two fingers into my drenched opening and drives them to their limit, making me gasp and shudder.
His eyes are on me as he fucks me again with the fingers until I’m shamelessly pushing my hips upward into his driving hand.
“You like that? You like my fingers? Or you like getting spanked? Or tied up? Or all three?”
His fingers withdraw, and he brings them to my lips, painting the slick musky wetness there before leaning in and licking it away. I don’t know if he wants an answer, but if he does, I don’t know what it would be.
“You think you’ve been punished enough?” He asks, bringing his fingers to his own lips and licking them each, slowly, while his eyes half close and he moans.
Mesmerized by his face, I barely notice when his other hand comes down again, only this time on my sensitive flesh, spread wide open, and my legs slam closed around his forearm.
“Oh no. You don’t get to say when it stops. I asked you a question, you didn’t answer. I asked you several, as a matter of fact, and I told you earlier. I. Don’t. Like. To. Repeat. Myself.”
“Owww!” I whimper as he delivers four, five, six more smacks to my clit and to my astonishment, my traitorous body twists and releases an orgasm that has me begging and calling Chain’s name as more tears and sobs pull from the deepest parts of me. “Please…” I mumble through my moans. “Please!”
“Yes, I like when you say please. I like when you cry. For me.”
Unable to help myself, I spread my legs wider, feeling a sense of relief wash through me. I could kick him, but what good would that do? I can’t untie myself; I can’t effect much change in this situation.
I can only accept.
He reaches down, and this time his fingers take my clit between them. It’s a pinch, but just enough to send me nearly reeling into bliss again.
“Say please again.” He grits out as the pinch turns painful.
“Please!” I blurt immediately, wanting more of whatever this is, hoping my plea doesn’t make him stop, even though the pain has my muscles twitching and sweat breaking over my body.
Chain moves to the bed, centering himself between my legs, and without ceremony he brings his mouth down to lick my clit between his pinched fingers, nearly making me come undone.
Next, it’s his tongue, pumping in and out of me while his fingers continue the assault on my swollen nub, and in a few breaths, I’m writhing and coming again.