The Trouble with Virgins (Daughters of Venus 2)

He opened his mouth wide, teeth and all, and devoured my lips. He ate me like he was enjoying a juicy mango or something. His tongue dipped in and licked upwards. It felt so good but there was something missing.

I remembered the pain the first time he put a finger inside me. Then the pain when he tried two fingers. That’s what I needed. I wanted to feel a little bit of hurt.

And more than that I wanted to punish him for not doing it right.

I grabbed his hair, dug my fingernails into his roots, and squeezed. I heard him suck in a painful breath.

“Eat me harder,” I said.

I squeezed again and he did what I supposed was harder. He sucked at my clit.

“Oh fuck,” he cried out and I realized he was going to come soon from beating his dick as he went down on me.

I slapped his face. He winced but kept going.

“Use two fingers and keep licking me,” I commanded.

He had to let go of his cock to use his fingers. Two fingers from his right hand shoved their way into me while his left went to his cock.

“Yes!” I said as I reached down, grabbed his fist, and shoved his fingers into me harder.

It still wasn’t enough.

I reached back and felt between my mattress and box spring. There it was. I’d stolen it from the barn a week before. I wasn’t sure why at the time. I liked the feel of it in my hand I thought. Now I realized it was much more. I wanted to hit Kent with the horse crop.

I wanted to punish him.

With his mouth planted firmly against my clit, I held up the crop, and brought it down against his back. He squealed.

“What the fuck?” he snapped.

“Don’t you dare stop,” I warned him.

He kept fingering me with his tongue swirling over my clit.

I hit him again. This time a little harder. He moaned.

I hit him again. Harder.

Harder.

With each lash I gave him I felt something inside. It was like I was able to shout when I’d been told to remain quiet. I was letting out something inside. And it was fucking incredible.

He whined but kept eating me.

I hit him harder.

I was never violent but I was firm. I could see slight welts on his flesh and I knew I needed to soften up a bit. I did but just barely.

I hit him again. And I felt something inside my pussy that I’d never felt before. I wondered if I was close to coming. Something was happening. My insides were tingling.

“I’m gonna come,” he said.

I hit him again.

“Yes,” he said.

My legs shook. Something was happening. It felt good but it didn’t seem complete. I wasn’t coming. But I think I was close.