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‘Fuck,’ he says, sounding anguished. ‘On second thoughts, get up on your knees. I want this greedy little cunt in the air for me.’

God, yes. I want that. I want to be even more exposed to his magic hands. He removes his fingers, and I pull myself up so my bum is in the air and my chest is pressed to the bed, as if I’m attempting some kind of cobra pose.

‘Ready?’ he asks before using his left hand to press myshoulders down and administering spank number six. This time, he doesn’t attempt to soothe my skin but instead immediately jams his fingers back inside me, and the jolt of stimulation is so gloriously intense that I gasp as I push against them.

‘I really think you’re enjoying this,’ he muses in a voice of quiet satisfaction.

‘I am,’ I plead.

He pulls out his fingers and strikes me, harder this time. Back in they thrust as I count aloud, twisting inside me in a way that’s borderline brutal and so fucking good I might actually die.

By the time we reach nine, I’m so aroused I can barely count. I may still be flinching at each spank, but Adam’s diabolical spin on Pavlov has my insatiable pussy overriding the pain in favour of the reward it expects each time.

‘Ten!’ I scream in victory and anticipation.

‘Good God,’ Adam groans. ‘Such a good fucking girl, letting me spank you like that. You did so well. Feel this, sweetheart.’

Thisis those magical fingers again, but it feels like three this time, because the burn is real. He keeps his other arm banded around my shoulders as he works my pussy with deep, deliberate strokes. And when his thumb finds my poor, swollen clit, I press the side of my face deeper into the mattress and my pussy into his hand.

I don’t know if it’s the spanking-related endorphins (with which some googling has acquainted me), or the relief of not only surviving but adoring Adam’s “punishment”, or the simple pleasure of a gorgeous, stern man putting me over his knee and then finger-fucking me into oblivion as I writhe upside down on his lap, but I’m on the brink.

He pauses. ‘Sayplease, sir, make me come.’

‘Please, sir, make me come,’ I gabble. I’ll do anything, say anything, to get my mitts on this promised orgasm.

‘That’s my very good girl.Nowyou can move that gorgeous little arse,’ he tells me, and I do. I drink in every bit of sensation I possibly can. His movements are rough, his fingers invasive, probing and rubbing me as hard as they can. It’s too intense, too glorious, this relentless assault on my most aroused parts, and when the searing heat grows too much. I’m flooded, engulfed, with the molten lava of my orgasm as it takes me under.

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ADAM

There’s no going back from this dynamic.

Nat, so prettily on her knees for me, sucking my cock so well.

Nat, pliant and shuddering and greedy on my lap as I spanked her arse and finger fucked her little pink cunt.

And now, Nat, a post-orgasmic heap of long, pale limbs and crumpled red silk, lying face-down on the bed as I grow impossibly harder beneath her.

‘Roll over, sweetheart,’ I say gently to her after removing my fingers, and she does so with what feels like the effort required by a body leaden with pleasure. I gaze down at her flushed face, her smudged mascara, glassy eyes.

She’ll do very nicely indeed.

Nope, there’s definitely no going back from here.

‘Clean up the mess you made on my fingers like a good girl,’ I say, sliding them into her mouth. Her eyes widen, but she sucks obediently until I remove them.

‘How do you feel?’ Her dress is twisted, its skirt still bundled up around her waist, panties down around herknees. I smooth a hand up her thighs and over the neat strip of dark hair on her pubic bone, and she shivers.

‘Like I want you to put me over your knee every single hour of every day from now on,’ she slurs, and I laugh. I’m a missionary of the Church of Corporal Punishment, my beautiful, sensual girlfriend my newest and loveliest recruit.

I’m desperate to push inside her while she’s like this—swollen and sated and glowing. I wrap an arm around her shoulders and another under her knees and manage to get us both to standing.

‘Turn around, sweetheart,’ I tell her, unzipping her dress at the back as soon as she does and letting it slide down her body and to the ground. Her bra follows, and I get down on one knee to tug her panties the rest of the way down until she’s naked. I pause for a moment on bended knee, transfixed by the sight of her before me, by this perfect bottom, its cheeks still pleasingly flushed from my ministrations.

With a hand lightly on each of her hips, I lean forward and kiss each pinked-up cheek in turn. As I rise, I trace the delicate bumps of her spinal column with my lips until I’m standing behind her and burying my face in her neck as my dick flexes against her lower back.

Ravenous as I am to be inside her body, I’m loath to sully a moment that her trust in me has distilled to an essence of such perfect purity. I slide my arms around her waist, and she crosses her own, pressing her palms to my forearms.

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