“Yes, Sir,” I whimpered, and he withdrew to set up the next blow. Another slap landed, so hard that I almost rocked off my high heels, and again it was aimed at my defenseless, exposed cunt. This time, he held the paddle in front of my face, so I could see the wet kiss left behind.
“You’re a wicked girl, aren’t you?” he mock scolded, and white-hot darts of arousal pierced every vein in my body. I wanted him so badly I was trembling, and to see the proof of my desire right in front of me almost pushed me over the edge.
“Clean it off,” he ordered me, holding the paddle in front of my face. I had to extend my tongue to lick my own wetness off the leather surface of the paddle, while his hands caressed my scalp, sliding through my hair.
He shoved my face down and moved the paddle to my backside, giving me a swift, vicious smack. Two fingers delved into me, pumping vigorously, spearing deep. I groaned and arched against his hand, and he withdrew, spreading my wetness over my swollen labia. I moaned my relief, and slowly he pushed his fingers in again, coaxing more slick fluid from me.
“Would you like to know something interesting about wet skin?” he asked over the sound of my moans.
I nodded, gasping. Then the paddle hit me, and it felt like my pussy was on fire.
“It makes spankings hurt more.”
“Oh, fuck!” I pressed my clit against the edge of the mattress again, so close to coming that my toes curled inside my shoes. It felt like any touch at all would be enough to spin me out of control. My fingernails dug into my palms as I hung on, praying for release.
Tears leaked from my eyes when the last hard smack forced an actual scream from me. But I didn’t come and actually sobbed in my frustration.
Leaning over me, he wiped a tear from my cheek with his thumb and kissed the track left by it.
“It can’t be as bad as all that, Sophie,” he taunted me, stroking his thumb over my bottom lip. His jeans rough against my thighs, he pinned me to the bed. “Tell me what would make it better. I already know what you’ll say, but I love to hear it.”
I let out a shuddering breath. I hadn’t even realized I’d been holding it in. “Fuck me, Sir.”
Gently, he smoothed his palm over my welted backside. “Don’t move.”
I squeezed my eyes shut, bouncing a little with impatience as he went to his nightstand for a condom. I heard him unzip his jeans, the crumpling of the wrapper, and then, faster than I had anticipated, he stood behind me, the head of his cock prodding my backside. He parted my thighs with a hand, then positioned himself at the opening of my sex and pushed in, filling me deeply. I moaned and arched my back, gripping him as he slowly withdrew and sank in again.
“You feel incredible,” he groaned, his fingers digging into my hips.
My thighs quivered with the strain of keeping my balance on the balls of my feet while he fucked me with such torturous slowness that I could feel every inch of him against every part of me.
“Do you remember what I wanted to do to you last night?”
“You wanted to tie me up, Sir,” I answered on a choking gasp as he filled me again.
“Specifically, that I wanted you riding me with your hands tied. I think we’ll do that now.” He pulled out of me abruptly. “Stand up.”
I whimpered disconsolately as he helped me straighten. I’d been waiting all night, now I’d just gotten his cock in me and he was going to stop?
“That’s enough of your pouting,” he warned. “Stay there a moment.”
He went to the other side of the bed, to the nightstand on what I assumed was his side of the bed. There was a lamp, an alarm clock with an iPhone dock, a pair of glasses, and a box of tissue on that side. The other nightstand was empty, except for the matching lamp. Neil opened the drawer and withdrew a metal cylinder about as long as my hand and as thick as a Sharpie marker.
“What’s that?” I asked, watching as he turned it in his hands. The gleaming metal intrigued me. Whatever it was, it would feel super cold on my body, I was certain.
“It’s a vibrator,” he said, twisting the base. It was an incredibly sleek one, nothing at all like the thirteen-dollar plastic pseudo-dick one I had at home.
Then I remembered the plethora of sex toys I’d recently acquired, and the use I’d gotten out of them while Neil had been gone. I grinned to myself.
“What I would like to do,” he began, coming to my side and turning me in his arms so that the front of my body was flush against his. He brushed my hair behind my ear, his hand lingering on my jaw, and I swayed against him. “Is to set you on my cock, and use that vibrator on you.”