Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 67211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
She nods. “Got it, sir.”
I catch a glimmer of dampness on her thighs and stroke my finger at the tender skin between her legs that’s coated with arousal.
“Naughty girl,” I pretend to chide. “Did you get turned on with a punishment?”
She shakes her head and bites her lip. “Not during the spanking,” she begins. “It hurts too much.”
But my words, my hands, my fingers on her now, bring us back to the inherent eroticism in what we do.
I pinch her thigh. “Open.”
Her legs fly open. “That’s it,” I say. “Good girl. Maybe I won’t punish you for getting turned on by a spanking, then,” I say. “Maybe you deserve to climax.”
“Yes, sir,” she heaves out, opening her legs even wider. Her scent overwhelms me. I want to devour her. I will.
Chapter Fourteen
Chandra
“On the bed,” he rasps out in a husky, sexy growl. My ass burns from the paddling he gave me, but the need to climax burns hotter. I wasn’t even turned on when he paddled me. That paddle hurts like a bitch, and when Axle decides I need a spanking, he’s all in. But when the pain stops and he’s soothing me, my primed body yearns for his touch. He half carries, half drags me over to the bed, lifts me, and tosses me onto my back. I bounce a little. I know what he’s going to do, and I can’t breathe, I’m that caught up in anticipation.
“Pinch your nipples,” he says, positioned at the foot of the bed. Obediently, I lift my hands to my chest and grab my own hardened nipples. My pussy pulses with need as he stands over me. Axle has many forms of aftercare and allowing me to come is one of my favorites.
“Remember your safeword,” he tells me, before he kneels down in front of me, hovering his mouth over my sex. Hot breath caresses me like a gloved hand, my need ratcheting up with every breath he takes and releases. I want his mouth so badly my knees tremble and my breaths are labored, but he controls this just like he controls everything, devoted to meeting my every need, but too dedicated to my obedience to allow me to disobey. When I defy him, he disciplines me, and when I obey, I’m rewarded.
I took my spanking. It’s reward time.
“You’re beautiful,” he breathes between my legs, the heat of his mouth pressing in on me.
“Thank you,” I whisper, pulling my nipples harder. It’s the only thing I can control here.
Then his mouth is on me and I’m breathless and writhing, sweet strokes of his tongue priming me to the point of release. I pinch harder and he strokes languidly, torturously slow then firmly pressing. I let go of my nipples so I can grasp his hair, but he crashes a hand against my thigh. I whimper when he takes his mouth off of me.
“Did I give you permission to stop?” he growls. I grab my nipples again and close my eyes as I’m soaring closer and closer to climax. When I’m just on the cusp he gets to his feet and strips. I’m trembling, on the edge of losing my mind, when he grabs my hands, pins them above my head, then drives his cock into me so hard I stop breathing. My mouth hangs open and my voice is garbled and strained when he thrusts again and again. “Come for me,” he orders. “Chase that climax, baby.”
His words unleash what I need to let go, and I soar into my climax. My back arches, my heart races and my breath freezes as my body is wrecked with bliss at the same time that he lashes into me and grunts his pleasure. We climax long and hard, a crescendo of passion and power and love that courses through me and leaves me begging for more.
“I love you,” he whispers.
“I love you,” I whisper back. “God, I love you.”
“You’re incorrigible,” he says. “I ought to paddle you morning and night just as insurance.”
“Mmm,” I moan, my eyes closed as I ride out the aftermath of that session. “No paddle.”
“You really hate that thing.”
“Tool of the devil.”
“Good. Maybe it’ll keep you in line for a little while.”
I sigh and roll into him as he pulls me onto his chest, still connected, messy and sweaty but sated. “A little while,” I whisper. “An hour or two. Maybe a few minutes.”
“Maybe,” he says, giving my ass a playful swat.
And as I come down from my high, what Zack told us comes back to me. A sadness presses in on my chest, and he must feel the change in me, for he mentions it.
“Something on your mind?”
I sigh. “Well. Yes, sir. I don’t like remembering what happened. I don’t like remembering how they treated you. How they treated us.”