I don’t screw up the count with the belt.”
She gasped when I stuck two fingers in her pussy. “You’re already needy.”
“And you talk too damned much.”
I chuckled, stepped back, and let the belt fly. Hard.
It hurt, but I meant for it to. Her scream filled the room and echoed back. I stepped to her and rubbed just below the crimson stripe.
“You’re okay. That’s one, and your hands are still on the seat cushion. I’m pleased.” I put my mouth to her ear and spoke low and deep. “Someday, I’m going to order you to orgasm while I whip you with a belt, and you will.”
She shook her head in denial, but her body’s reactions told me she knew it would happen. I didn’t need to see her face to read her.
I took it slow, and even gave her a few breaks where I brought her close to an orgasm with my fingers — but didn’t quite let her get over the edge. Not a lost orgasm, because the belt added to it.
It was probably forty minutes later when I finally told her, “Three more. I’m going to give them all at once, and I need you to stay down. Grab the cushion and hold on, sweetheart. You only have two marks on that chalkboard. Let’s keep it there.” I rubbed her back. “These are going to be harder than anything I’ve done before, and I won’t give you a break between. Be strong for me, kitty cat.”
Cheyenne
He hadn’t been kidding about the final three. I couldn’t stop my screams, but I managed to keep my hands on the seat cushion. Tears spilled from my eyes, and yet, my ass was sticking out, practically begging for more.
And then his dick was in my cunt, fucking me hard and fast. “You get one orgasm before I have to start denying them. Good girls get rewards, and you were so damned good, staying down through the final three.”
He yanked out and plunged into my asshole. He didn’t make it all the way in, but he said, “Come, Cheyenne. Squeeze my cock with your ass.”
He slapped the side of my butt, where the belt had hit over and over, and my body obeyed. I hoped it was okay to stop touching the sofa cushion, because I reached back and put my hands over his, which were around my hips. My back arched, my clit dug into the back of the sofa, and my eyes rolled back in my head as the orgasm rolled over me and my entire body spasmed and shook.
When it finally waned, he came out of my ass, lifted me in his arms, and took me to my bed.
He was gentle for a little while, fucking me from behind while I was on my side. Talking sweetly, rubbing my hip, his fingers gentle over the owies from the belt.
And then he put nipple clamps on — cruel ones that made me want to beg him to take them off, but I knew better, because sometimes he actually takes things off when I beg.
He lubed me up really good, but he didn’t stretch me, and then he fucked my ass relentlessly. I was so close to an orgasm, I could taste it.
His hand landed on my clit, and he rubbed it. Too rough, too much, but it almost put me over to an orgasm.
Almost, but I couldn’t, because he hadn’t told me to.
“We’re going to do a countdown, my kitty with so little self-control. Are you ready?”
“Yes. Fuck yes. I need to come so fucking bad.”
“I know you do.” He rubbed my clit a little easier.
“Ten. Don’t you dare come yet.”
“Oh, please!”
“Nine, but you aren’t close enough to the edge just yet.” He pumped my ass fast and hard another dozen times.
“Eight. That’s a little better. Just how badly do you need to come?”
“So, so bad.”
It seemed to take him forever to make it through the countdown, and I was nearly in tears, I needed to come so bad.
“Two. So close. Just a little longer. Remember, you don’t get to come until I order it. You need to hear the command before you can find your release.”
He slammed into my ass and held himself deep inside, spreading my asshole wide.
“One.”
He breathed in again.
“Zero.” As he said it, he came out of my ass, rolled me to my back, and leaned over me, holding my right wrist and ankle in one hand, and my left wrist and ankle in the other. I was