Page 25 of Toy Shop

Feeling her tits bounce, watching the knuckles of her fingers whiten as she seizes the window—that’s what I get off on. But she’s too fucking quiet and I need more. Both of us do.

“No, we’re not doing quiet, just like we’re not doing nice.” The paddle hits her twice more, now on the left butt cheek, and harsher the third time it lands on her. Where the skin starts blooming is where I lower the fourth smack, connecting the leather side to her flesh. Stronger.

“Let me hear how bad you’re hurting.”

She groans, mouth open, body vibrating with the primal cry of pain on the fifth spank. It’s a sound of surprise, of an unpracticed partner. Of someone who currently believes the pain coming from my hands is her entire universe.

“Beautiful.” I reward her, gently rubbing the furry side on her ass cheek and pressing the button of the vibrator.

The pleasure device roars to life at the lowest speed.

“This…” Nola speaks just loud enough for me to catch her words. “I love this.”

Nola, in the visible pain she’s enduring, is finding a sliver of gratification. The moment, though, isn’t right. Not for a lingering pleasure.

“What you’re saying to me is this doesn’t hurt?” I press the button of the vibrator to the highest intensity, slamming it into her while spanking her other ass cheek.

While I press pause on the punishment in the form of paddling, I don’t for a second quit slamming the vibrator into her. I angle her ass higher, getting a view of the bunny ears stroking and vibrating her clit.

A pulse of heat emanates in my groin, knowing how sensitive she must be. What an overstimulation it has to be for her. “I can go harder. There’s always another level of pain I’m willing to deliver.”

“N—no.” She squeezes her thighs at the less-than-forgiving thrusts. “Yes. I don’t know. Oh. Oh!”

Her body takes on violent tremors, her chest heaving. I rub my cock on her ass, taking this moment for myself too, imagining I’m the one sinking into her while she comes and comes and comes.

“Well, then.” I yank the vibrator out of Nola’s pussy, leaning into her ear. “I guess this means you took everything you could from the class. No more teaching for the night.”

“What?”

“Right or left-handed?” The paddle on her ass is a threat of what happens if she doesn’t answer, the shaft of the vibrator tapping on her clit an arousing sensation to throw her off. Just because I can.

“R—right.”

“Give it to me,” I demand. I place the vibrator there, grazing my lips on the side of her neck.

“The teaching part of the class is over. Now, it’s your turn to show me what a good student you are. Fuck yourself for me to watch.” The threat of the paddle isn’t removed when I whisper, “Make it worth my while, or so help me God, I will not be as forgiving as I’ve been so far.”

CHAPTER TEN

Nola

“No.”

I’m positive the things Alistair has done to me caused some kind of hearing impairment. Because he couldn’t be asking for what I think he does. He couldn’t be demanding me to do something I can’t.

My knees are a wobbly mess, my muscles useless, and my head vacillates constantly between heaven and hell. Alistair has dragged me into the eye of the storm, agony blasting me on one end, pleasure twirling a silky robe around me on the other.

And in this temporary insanity, in this explosive takeover of my senses, am I really supposed to do anything other than survive?

“Be a good student, Nola,” Alistair encourages my feeble mind to move my weak limbs. “Don’t defy me.”

The device weighs heavier in my hand than any other toy I carried at the shop has ever been, and my heart sinks as disappointment in myself flourishes.

But with a slow drag of his finger on my nipple, he says the one thing to help me overcome my physical and emotional weakness, “Make Daddy proud.”

I want to. The need to satisfy him is abysmal, cavernous, all-motherfucking-consuming. My fingers contract tighter on the vibrator, skin attached to the silicone, my resolve intensifying.

Alistair senses the change in me and withdraws. His bodily warmth disentangles from my back, but his gaze never detaches from my profile. He strips and covers me, the attacker and the defender.

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