She groans under me and when I ask her again how many, this time her brow pinches, and she can’t control her pitch as she calls out ten.
“Good girl,” I tell her and reward her by letting my touch fall to her slit. It’s a short moment of reprieve. My little bird can take more than this.
But I won’t push her tonight. She’s already had her first punishment; I would prefer it not to be paired with the first utterance of her safe word as well.
I finish the final ten spanks with the same even rhythm, not letting up, not going soft, but also spreading the blows so they don’t land on the same spot too many times in a row. They’re hard cracks of my hand on pink flesh, but I’m certain they won’t bruise her. Ella cries out with each one but no tears slip from her eyes.
Next time I will be more severe with her. And knowing Ella, next time will come sooner rather than later.
I deliver the final blow and she shudders over my lap, gasping. I pull her upright over my legs so she’s straddling me. It’s so close to how she’d be if I could fuck her like this. If she was mine. With her robe loosened, her left breast is exposed and I indulge, quickly dropping my lips to her nipple. It’s a quick suck that I release with a pop, and then I take her chin in my hand and guide her face up so she’s looking into my eyes. “Will you disobey me again?” I ask her even though I’m well aware she will.
My own breathing is heavy, but hers is much worse, it’s ragged.
She gives me an adamant shake of her head, and I could kiss her and that naïve, eager-to-please mouth of hers. Her eyes drop down to my shirt.
Squeezing her ass in my hands, I let her small body drop forward as she moans, bracing herself on my shoulder.
“Look at me.” Every time she does this—every time she brings her dark eyes to mine—I feel it. An electric jolt. It’s deep, in my veins. Ella’s breathing is fast, shallow. She needs what every sub needs after a punishment. There’s a moment, a moment that’s far too short yet suspended in time. And in it, I forget my words. I forget everything except for the way she looks at me.
“Did I do okay?” Her voice quavers, and it’s so raw, this thing between us. It’s so necessary. And for once I can give a person what they need. For once I’m in the right place at the right time.
I brush her hair behind her back and then run my thumb down the curve of her neck. “You did so well, little bird. That’s why I’m going to reward you. Spread your legs wider.”
This is for her. But I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t also for me.
Her legs are spread over my thighs and I pull her in closer, her forehead resting against the side of my neck. Her body collapses into mine, melting, and I take that moment to skim a hand between her parted thighs and find the heat between her legs.
Ella moans softly and spreads her legs another inch to give me better access. With a rough chuckle, I comment in a low voice full of approval, “Greedy girl.”
She’s wet. Ready. I don’t make her wait long. I push two thick fingers into her without hesitation and she clenches around me. At first she arches her back, and her blunt fingernails dig into my shoulders.
“Steady yourself and fuck my hand.” As she does, I make sure I keep my thumb pressed against her clit. I want her to have all the pleasure after getting through her first punishment so well.
Her hips settle into an immediate rhythm, rocking against me, seeking that pleasure. Seeking reward.
“You can have it, little bird. Take it.”
“Please,” she begs into the crook of my neck, her hips working to fuck my fingers. “Please just let me have you. I want all of you.” She stops her movements. “I want you,” she emphasizes. She wants my cock inside of her and I’d be damned if I didn’t want the same.
I wrap a hand around the back of her neck. “No.” It hurts to deny her, but I have to. I’m firm about this. “Take what I’m giving you like a good girl.”
I press a thumb to her clit. Three circles. That’s all it takes and she’s driving her hips forward, fucking my fingers like a wild thing, her face hot on my neck. She comes hard in a series of pulses and flutters around my fingers that I would give anything, anything to feel around my cock.
“Good,” I whisper into her ear. “Good girl.”