with the idea than her stilted brain, and, of course, it was. “Lovely. Just lovely,” he complimented, then simply leaned a bit forward and sealed his entire mouth over her.
He’d never heard anyone issue such a strangled scream in his life. It seemed to straddle that line between annoyance – he knew it wasn’t pain – and pleasure, almost a growl but more of a moan. “No, please, Brandt, don’t do this.”
“What are you so afraid of, baby girl?” he asked.
She closed her eyes, as if she could wish him – and his blasted nosy questions – away.
“Ah, you’re worried that you’ll like it too much, aren’t you?” He’d hit the nail on the head, of course, but she refused to acknowledge it.
“Do I have to flip you over and paddle you until you answer me, darlin’?”
She wanted to melt at his use of the endearment, but couldn’t because of the content of his question. “No, I— no, you don’t, and yes, I am,” she said both things very quickly, like ripping off a band-aid.
He smiled broadly. “No need to worry, Lita. I won’t stop until you’re satisfied.”
That was what she was worried about the most! She wanted to scream, but then he enveloped her in all that hot, wet teasing and she couldn’t have come up with her name if her life had depended on it. Luckily it didn’t.
“You can cum any time you feel like it, Lita, because this is not going to be the only time.”
She sighed, but he had just begun flicking the barest tip of his tongue over the very tippy top of her clit, teasing, tempting, making her rise up to meet him, trying to get him to broaden and flatten his tongue to cover more area, but he refused. She could come, all right, but he would still pretty much control when.
It wasn’t until he inserted a big finger up inside her and began to work it slowly in and out, then adding a second to stretch her that much further that he could hear that she was seriously close. “That’s it. Let it happen. Don’t fight it. Obey me, Lita. Submit to me. I want you to cum, right now—”
Her full-throated scream rose to a fever pitch that she had to close her mouth to stifle, then slowly – very slowly – wound back down. Damn, they had to get a more private place to live. He hated the fact that she couldn’t respond as naturally to him as she might because any of the neighbors around them could have been listening to them having sex, or to her being punished. The walls of these condos were made out of little but toilet paper and spit.
When she had quieted a little, but still seemed to kind of be off in her own little world, he returned to his luscious work, feeling her whole body contract as soon as he took his place again.
“No, not again, please!”
“Oh yes, Lita. First I’m going to wear you out with orgasms, and then I’m going to wear out your little bottom with the paddle and put you to bed with a very sore behind.”
She couldn’t put her hands down, but she could crane her neck up to look down at him, outraged. “The paddle? Why?”
“Didn’t I tell you that if I found you within fifteen minutes, I was going to try out your new implement?”
“No! You can’t! That’s not right!” She wanted to cry and scream and most of all get away, but she couldn’t do any of those things because of his damned hands and tongue! She’d never imagined that anything could feel this good, and she knew that it was a shameful thing and that she shouldn’t have been getting any pleasure from it at all, but there was no way she could avoid her body’s response to him. He played her perfectly, responding to even the slightest hint of a sigh or caught breath or moan. He knew so much more about her body than she did, that she was helpless against him and the torturous teasing of his lips and tongue.
Just as he brought her to her second and third orgasms in rapid success, he reiterated his stance that, if he said that he was going to paddle her, then that was exactly what
He’d never heard anyone issue such a strangled scream in his life. It seemed to straddle that line between annoyance – he knew it wasn’t pain – and pleasure, almost a growl but more of a moan. “No, please, Brandt, don’t do this.”
“What are you so afraid of, baby girl?” he asked.
She closed her eyes, as if she could wish him – and his blasted nosy questions – away.
“Ah, you’re worried that you’ll like it too much, aren’t you?” He’d hit the nail on the head, of course, but she refused to acknowledge it.
“Do I have to flip you over and paddle you until you answer me, darlin’?”
She wanted to melt at his use of the endearment, but couldn’t because of the content of his question. “No, I— no, you don’t, and yes, I am,” she said both things very quickly, like ripping off a band-aid.
He smiled broadly. “No need to worry, Lita. I won’t stop until you’re satisfied.”
That was what she was worried about the most! She wanted to scream, but then he enveloped her in all that hot, wet teasing and she couldn’t have come up with her name if her life had depended on it. Luckily it didn’t.
“You can cum any time you feel like it, Lita, because this is not going to be the only time.”
She sighed, but he had just begun flicking the barest tip of his tongue over the very tippy top of her clit, teasing, tempting, making her rise up to meet him, trying to get him to broaden and flatten his tongue to cover more area, but he refused. She could come, all right, but he would still pretty much control when.
It wasn’t until he inserted a big finger up inside her and began to work it slowly in and out, then adding a second to stretch her that much further that he could hear that she was seriously close. “That’s it. Let it happen. Don’t fight it. Obey me, Lita. Submit to me. I want you to cum, right now—”
Her full-throated scream rose to a fever pitch that she had to close her mouth to stifle, then slowly – very slowly – wound back down. Damn, they had to get a more private place to live. He hated the fact that she couldn’t respond as naturally to him as she might because any of the neighbors around them could have been listening to them having sex, or to her being punished. The walls of these condos were made out of little but toilet paper and spit.
When she had quieted a little, but still seemed to kind of be off in her own little world, he returned to his luscious work, feeling her whole body contract as soon as he took his place again.
“No, not again, please!”
“Oh yes, Lita. First I’m going to wear you out with orgasms, and then I’m going to wear out your little bottom with the paddle and put you to bed with a very sore behind.”
She couldn’t put her hands down, but she could crane her neck up to look down at him, outraged. “The paddle? Why?”
“Didn’t I tell you that if I found you within fifteen minutes, I was going to try out your new implement?”
“No! You can’t! That’s not right!” She wanted to cry and scream and most of all get away, but she couldn’t do any of those things because of his damned hands and tongue! She’d never imagined that anything could feel this good, and she knew that it was a shameful thing and that she shouldn’t have been getting any pleasure from it at all, but there was no way she could avoid her body’s response to him. He played her perfectly, responding to even the slightest hint of a sigh or caught breath or moan. He knew so much more about her body than she did, that she was helpless against him and the torturous teasing of his lips and tongue.
Just as he brought her to her second and third orgasms in rapid success, he reiterated his stance that, if he said that he was going to paddle her, then that was exactly what
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