Page 18 of Desire

She sounded less sure of herself, so the first spank was a love tap, making more noise than bringing actual pain. Emma grunted in surprise, her fingers clutching at the upholstery of the chair.

“I think five more hard spanks will suffice. Count.” He let his hand fly, cracking down on the sweet, plump globe.

“One,” she shrieked.

Oh, yes. Smack!

“Two.” Her voice wobbled.

Smack!

“Three.” Her skin was reddening nicely and she whined a little announcing this one.

“You don’t want me to stop, do you?” he asked, then suddenly plunged two fingers inside her pussy.

“Oh,” she cried out, arching up.

He fucked her slow with them, hearing the thick, wet sounds of her arousal. Emma went up on her hands and knees to get more. Dante chuckled when she pouted when he removed his fingers.

“Please, sir,” she moaned, her voice desperate and needy. “I want more.”

Dante smiled darkly, his own desire growing stronger as he witnessed her complete submission. “As you wish, my sweet fairy,” he whispered, his hand coming down in a sharp slap on her already reddened flesh.

Smack!

“Four,” Emma cried out, the mixture of pain and pleasure pushing her toward the edge of ecstasy. Her body was still bucking as if she was still fucking his fingers.

Smack!

“Five,” she keened, panting now.

“Now, let’s try this again.” He slid off the chair until he was the one kneeling before her. He spread her legs wide, making each one hook over the arm of the chair. The boots were a perfect frame to the beautiful picture of her pussy. “You don’t come until I allow it, or I will get the flogger. Understand?”

“Yes, sir,” she said.

“Such a pretty little pussy. I can’t wait to taste you.” He pressed a kiss to her inner thigh before running his tongue up her slit, tasting the sweetness and savoring every drop of her arousal.

“Oh, God,” Emma moaned, her entire body arching as he began to lick and suck on her clit. His tongue flicked at her most sensitive spot. She tasted like ambrosia—sweet and addictive. Dante could feel her trembling as he continued to tongue her clit.

“Please, sir, m-may I come?” she begged.

Dante loved to hear the desperation that was edging into her voice.

“Not yet.” He pulled away, making her whimper in frustration.

“Please, sir. I need it so much.”

Dante smirked, loving the sight of her submission. “Then beg for it.”

“Please, sir,” she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. “I need to come.”

Dante chuckled softly, running his fingers through Emma’s tangled hair. “You’re so beautiful when you’re needy, my sweet fairy.”

He spread her lips wide with his fingers and explored her with his tongue. He could do this all night with her making those wonderful little noises. Emma’s eyes bulged, her thighs quivering.

“Please, please,” she said.

He continued to lap at her.

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