She couldn’t help but struggle to escape when he did, choking harder than before. She was aware of him watching her closely. He held her in place for no more than a second before reversing. Hot fluid spurted on her tongue.
“You’re perfect,” he sighed, rutting faster than before. When he pressed all the way in again, he did so without warning.
He enjoyed her in that manner for a time, slowly fucking for a few strokes, then making her take all of him. Her pussy clenched in rhythm with his thrusts, seized when he made her consume his entirety. If he’d told her to come as he choked her, she would have.
I’d have made a fantastic sex slave. She’d have laughed if she weren’t intent on the passion that filled her.
Tukui stepped back, freeing himself of her eager mouth. “Tell me something you want to try. Something you haven’t done yet.”
With no experience beyond what she’d had with her clan, Tina couldn’t imagine what else they might do. Then a memory rose of Osopa and Yorso wrestling on the floor, ending with the Nobek overpowering the other man.
His hand, rising and falling over Yorso’s ass…
“A spanking?”
Tukui blinked, then a slow grin crawled over his face. Her fear he’d think she was insane for being curious about such a thing faded at his obvious approval. “Do you think you’d like that?”
“I don’t know. Not if it’s too hard, but maybe a little spanking? I enjoy being under your control, so—”
“I have an idea.”
He went to the bureau and rummaged in its top drawer. Tina licked her lips when she saw him pull on the vibrating glove.
He noticed. “Mixing arousal with hurt can be exciting. Nobeks are partial to such play, though Yorso and I enjoy it too. If this is the sensual activity you prefer, you’re in good company.”
He picked her up and sat on the edge of the bed, draping her over his thighs. “Shall we pretend you’ve been naughty and I’m punishing you? Maybe I caught you in a lie, my bad girl.”
“And now my Dramok has to remind me of the consequences when I misbehave.” She trembled with excitement as he massaged her butt. His hand was warm. And strong. She squeezed her thighs together.
“You can count on me for that, my disobedient Matara. Stay put on my lap while I discipline you.”
“Yes sir.”
A low hum announced the glove had been activated an instant before he rubbed her clit. The jolt of pure ecstasy nearly made her fall off his legs. He chuckled and helped her steady, taking the thrumming finger pads away.
“What did I tell you, naughty Tina? Don’t move. That’ll earn you a longer spanking.”
“Sorry, my Dramok,” she whimpered. Staying still was difficult because of the pleasure. How much harder would it be when pain was involved?
He seized her eager nub again. She jerked, but not as violently as before.
The first smack landed with a loud crack. Tina yelped with more surprise than pain, which didn’t register for a split second. Then came a flare of stinging, a wash of heat that joined with the burning need of her sex. She moaned as it sank into her buttock.
Another slap, landing on the opposite cheek. More sizzle, another flash of flame. Meanwhile, Tukui’s gloved fingers played with her clit, sending vibrations deep to confuse her senses.
The next strike brought real pain, and Tina kicked in reaction. It was then she was reminded her ankles and wrists were tied. Excitement washed over her.
Tukui popped her ass again before asking, “How are you, my Matara?”
Her rear throbbed just a bit, less than her pussy. She wasn’t sure how she felt about the jabs of bright pain that came with each strike. The sensations were too jumbled. The vibrations to her clit overrode most of the rest. Beneath that was the exhilaration of being bound, of draping over her master’s legs for discipline. She wished there was a mirror that showed how she looked in that position, but imagining it was thrilling. Arousal grew stronger.
“More,” she groaned.
With the preliminary sampling done, Tukui obliged her with true zeal. Tina hadn’t realized he’d babied her with those first taps, giving her only a taste of what a spanking could be.
It wasn’t that he hit any harder. He spanked faster, his palm coming down on her flesh so the torment was constant. It grew in intensity quickly, leaving her gasping as anguish spread deep into her buttocks.