“Show me your pussy.”
I shuddered. Framing my hands beneath my breasts, I slid them slowly down my stomach until my fingertips slipped beneath the edge of my underwear. My hips swayed languidly as I bent my knees, dipping low to peel apart my legs and briefly flash the damp gusset of my panties at him.
“Show me,” he ordered and his fierce words hit me like a whip.
My sex throbbed but I wanted that look of frustrated need on Sinclair’s face more than I wanted to relieve the ache. I braced myself on my hands and knees facing away from him and reach back to run my fingers lightly over my seam, from ass to clit.
“Feels so good,” I breathed, rocking my hips into my touch.
“Don’t make me ask again.”
I bit my lip as I moved my panties to the side, giving my questing fingers access to my cleft while keeping it from his gaze. I groaned loudly as I sunk two fingers inside myself.
Pain lashed out across my raised buttocks. I jerked forward to absorb some of the shock, my hand flying from my sex to the ground to brace myself. Another blow landed on the other cheek. I whimpered but kept my head lowered, my body still as Sinclair spanked me hard for my disobedience. When he was done, ten blows later, he looped my hair around his fist and tugged so that my back and neck protested the angle.
“Who owns your body?” he whispered harshly into my ear.
I could feel the edge of his massive erection against the hot skin of my ass and despite myself I rubbed against him.
He pulled back tighter on my hair so that my eyes watered and a fresh flood of arousal coated my inner thighs.
“Answer me.”
“You, sir. You own this body.”
“Yet you disobeyed me?” His fingers began to trace back and forth over my swollen sex, just hard enough to stimulate. I tried to rub myself harder against him but he only chuckled and stilled me with one firm hand on my hip. “What happens when you disobey me, siren?”
“I have to be punished, sir.”
His hand smoothed over the sensitized skin of my ass teasingly. “You want to be punished, don’t you?”
When I didn’t answer quickly enough – too absorbed by the connection between his hand and my burning flesh – he spanked me again, three quick, powerful slaps to each cheek.
I whimpered and shamelessly ground myself against the air.
“Be still,” he barked.
I locked my arms and legs but I quivered with lust, my swollen breasts swinging beneath me.
His hand dipped into my sex again before he grabbed my hair, lifting my head so that he could paint my lips with my wetness.
“Taste yourself. See how a
roused you are?”
I licked my lips, caught his lingering fingers with my tongue and drew them into my mouth to suckle. He withdrew them too quickly and I made a noise at the loss.
I wasn’t bereft for long. Before I could even process it, Sin ripped my panties off with one violent tug and thrust three fingers deep inside me. I cried out as he began to pump them in and out while his thumb drew tight circles over my clit. My knees began to quake and unattractive sounds leaked out of my mouth as I lost my mind to the pleasure.
“Sin, sin, sin,” I chanted between whimpers.
“Yes, siren?”
“Please, please, please,”
“Use your words.”
“Please,” I burst out as the burn of my impending orgasm rushed like a brushfire over my skin. “Let me come.”