blank as his hand comes down on my bare buttocks with a resounding crack! I’ve never really understood the term seeing stars until this moment. This moment when Zeth lays his huge, powerful hand to the tender skin of my bottom and means it. Yes, it must sting his hand, too, but that doesn’t stop him. He gives me four more painful slaps, each time holding his breath. I’m too stunned to move, or even react at first. He tempers the tingling sting by sliding his fingers between my legs and running them up and down my pussy, stroking over my clit and easing them farther back, so that my wetness saturates my ass as well. He kneads me slowly, whispering encouragement.
“There’s my brave girl. Such a brave girl. Are you going to be good now? Have you learned your lesson?”
The whole act is humiliating. I’m on the brink of tears, but also so ferociously desperate for him that I can barely stop myself from pivoting around and launching at him. I make a rasping sound at the back of my throat and Zeth lifts me in his arms and places me back down on the bed.
“That was five,” he says, like the pain may have addled my ability to count. “Next time it’ll be ten. You ready?”
I swallow, still not sure how the hell to react. And then I nod. Zeth strokes a hand down the inside of my leg in a soothing motion, almost apologetically. “Good girl.” He bends down and nestles in between my legs, propping himself up on one elbow as he ducks his head down and finally sweeps his warm, almost unbearably hot tongue between my pussy lips, pausing to tease the tip of it over my hypersensitive clit. A juddering roll of pleasure powers upward from my legs, settling on my chest, making my nipples ache.
“Ahh!”
Zeth hums his approval into me as he carries on, working his tongue over my center. I gasp when he gently flicks the clamp again, but this time it’s changed. There’s no real pain now, or there is but it’s so delicious and intoxicating when combined with his mouth that it heightens the feeling to something I’ve never experienced before. I feel drunk from it.
I lift my hands from the bed where I’ve been clutching hold of the sheets, but it’s not to try and stop him. It’s to dig my fingers into the back of his neck and urge him closer. Zeth responds in kind by nipping at my clit with his teeth.
“Fair turnaround,” he growls, and then sets back to work. My back arches up off the bed, my mouth gasping open as I try to fight past the intensity of the feeling. I can’t. It’s so hard to decide if I’m bowed in pleasure or agony—they feel like the same thing right now. But when Zeth slides his fingers into my pussy, pumping them slowly in and out, it becomes very clear. Pleasure. This is what true pleasure feels like. It’s not just the softness of a kiss. It’s not just the delicate touch of hands on breasts and tongues on skin. It’s the bite of pain, the threat of danger, the risk taken in dancing with the devil. I come hard against Zeth’s mouth. He leans into it, growling and sucking and licking as I scream out my release, hands locked on my hips, pulling me into his face.
“Fuck, Zeth! Stop! Please stop!”
His back hitches as he laughs, still teasing me with his tongue. My legs scrabble against the bed, desperately trying to escape the intense post-orgasm rushes. He gets up after that, raising one eyebrow at me.
“I’m gonna take it off and then I’m gonna fuck you. Are you going to be polite?”
Polite? I’m half fucking dead. I can barely move at all as he undoes the clamp, planting a single kiss between my legs. “And yes,” he tells me. “Your lips are only allowed on my dick. But mine are allowed on these lips, at least.”
My body feels like a lead weight as he sits back a moment to inspect my languid state. He seems pretty pleased with himself. With his cock in his hand again, he shifts up the bed and gently brushes himself against my lips. I can’t help it—I want to taste him. To feel him fill me in every way possible, even in my mouth. I let my tongue play over the firm hardness of him, groaning a little