Delicate Surrender (Club Temptation)

“Look up at me,” I tell her, and she obeys. “What did you do today that I asked you to be wary of doing?”

“I came to your office, Sir.” Her voice is soft, gentle like a caress of a wave as it slides back to the ocean. A delicate surrender, just like the beauty on her knees. She looks so beautiful peeking up at me with those wide eyes that my cock pulses, thickening as I wonder if I should make her choke on my dick as her punishment.

“And you know I’m about to punish you. Right?”

“Yes, Sir.” Two words break me down and turn me into a beast, needing to devour my prey that’s currently submitting herself to me.

I turn and grab my tie, which I took off earlier. “Stand, bend over the edge of the bed, spread your legs, and show me what’s mine.”

Silently, she moves across the room and toward the bed. Upon reaching the edge, she bends over, her feet parting slowly, offering me a view of the lacy material that’s covering the top half of her pert bubble butt. The curve of the cheeks is bared to me, causing my already hardening erection to turn to steel.

When Clover bends over, her hands land on the mattress, and her legs open slightly offering me a delicious image that I know will be seared into my retinas until I take my final breath.

“Good girl,” I coo as I move toward her. Grabbing both of her wrists, I bring them behind her back and fasten the tie around them, making sure the knot is secure before I step back and take her in.

“Thank you, Sir,” she says in her sweet voice, and I wonder if she knows just how angry I was. “I’m sorry, Sir.” The words are muffled by the sheet, but I don’t respond to her apology. Crouching down, I tug at the waistband of her panties and slowly pull them over her hips, down her thighs, and allow the slinky material to fall to the floor. She helps me as she steps out of them, and I push her legs wider still.

I’m at eye level with her sweet cunt, and when I stroke my fingers along her slick folds, a whimper of pleasure greets me from the bed. She doesn’t move, though, not a tremble, or a word, just that small, yet intoxicating sound.

“You will count with me,” I tell her as I rise and head to the cabinet where I grab the small wooden paddle. It’s thinner wood, which will make it less painful than the belt, which was another idea I had. But she’s not ready for that level of pain yet.

Even though we’ve toyed with a few things, I want to explore everything I can with her. I love pushing her limits.

“Yes, Sir. I’m ready,” she tells me, her eyes closed, her lips parted, and her face against the smooth material of the sheets. She looks gorgeous bent over, bound, and open for me.

I stop inches from her, not moving, not speaking. Allowing time to pass, I watch her intently. The anticipation makes it even more intense once the scene starts, and I know just how much she enjoys it.

Once I’m sure she’s trembling with need, I raise the paddle and bring it down on her ass, earning myself a screech of shock.

“One.” Her whimper is beautiful, it’s addictive, and I lay another swat on her behind. “Two.” The word is nothing more than a whisper, and I’m tempted to push her a little and force her to say it again, but since this is only the first punishment scene we’ve had, I allow her that pass.

“Make sure I can hear you, little one,” I tell her, right before I bring the wooden implement down on her now rosy cheeks again.

“Three!”

Fuck, she’s impeccable.

“Four.” Her voice falters, and her knees buckle slightly.

“One more.” I don’t wait for her to think about it because the paddle is already licking flesh when I tell her that.

“Five, Sir,” she mewls, and I note how her hands are attempting to hide her ass, but the way I’ve bound her, she can’t. A smile dances on my lips as I regard her. Setting the paddle on the bed, I step behind her and crouch down once more.

My finger trails along the heated skin gently, lightly. The scent of her lures me closer, nearer to the entrance I want to taste. To savor. My tongue darts out, and I lick along the glistening lips of her pussy. Her flavor coats my tongue, and her moans of pleasure heat my blood.

My cock throbs, seeking entrance, needing to be inside her and feel her warmth. I steal another two laps at her, before I rise and shove my slacks, along with my boxers down. Gripping my shaft, I stroke it once, twice, before I position myself at her pussy and slide in deep.