Page 57 of Devotion

“You left before I could make you come.”

“I’m sorry. I thought you were falling asleep and didn’t want you to bother.”

“Maybe I want to bother. Don’t do it again.”

I swallow hard. “Okay.” I look again. He’s staring hotly at my half-naked body. “Are you going to spank me?”

Because I’m watching, I can see a flicker of surprise on his face. “I wasn’t. I was going to do you and thought you’d be too tired to stay standing the whole time. But I can be persuaded otherwise.” His tone changes as he asks softly, “Do you want me to spank you?”

“I…” I swallow over my sore throat, wondering why my head and my heart and my nipples and my pussy are all throbbing so intensely. “I don’t know. I’ve never… never been spanked before.”

Some parents do that as punishment, but mine never did. They almost never had to punish me in any way. I was always an obedient child who earnestly tried to make everyone happy.

Gabriel stands up. Rubs the cheeks of my bottom, one with each of his hands. Then he slides two fingers of his left hand into my pussy.

I make a whining sound because it feels so good.

He doesn’t pump them. Just holds them inside me. I whimper again and roll my hips slightly.

Then he slaps my butt lightly with his right hand.

The slice of pleasure the sharp sensation evokes surprises me so much I cry out loudly. My pussy clamps down eagerly around his fingers.

“You do want to be spanked,” Gabriel murmurs, curving his fingers slightly to rub against my inner walls.

I’m a lot wetter now than I was even a minute ago. I hear the wet sound when his fingers move. I stretch my arms out to grip the opposite edge of the desk, desperately needing something to hang on to.

“You should have told me you wanted this.” He gives my ass another swat.

I cry out again as the intensity of the slight pain mingled with pleasure once more takes me by surprise. “I didn’t… I didn’t… know.”

He spanks me again. Harder than before. And then again. And again. He keeps his fingers inside me but doesn’t move them, and at each spank I let out a helpless cry and clamp down around the penetration. On the eighth spank, I orgasm, coming in eager spasms around his fingers as my body shakes through the pleasure.

I can’t believe he just spanked me to orgasm. He wasn’t even moving his fingers.

He waits until my messy sobs of pleasure have shifted into soft whimpers and my writhing body has settled back onto the desk.

He rubs my sore butt gently. “Do you want any more?”

I might have been tempted to lie and tell him I’m fine now, but my pussy has a mind of its own. It clenches excitedly at his words, and since his fingers are still inside me, he knows the truth.

My hands tighten around the edge of the desk as he starts to spank me again. This time he pairs it with hard thrusts of his fingers, pushing into me with an embarrassing sound of wet suction. I come again, just as hard and loud as the first time, and then he finally stops spanking me.

He leans over, holding a fistful of my hair at the back of my neck as he keeps fucking me with his other hand.

I can’t keep quiet. I can’t hold back the sloppy sounds of pleasure and need that keep ripping out of my throat. He’s really going at it with his hand, pushing my whole body as he thrusts his fingers into my pussy. It feels like he’s fucking me for real, and I want it so much. My body keeps responding.

When he finally stops, pulling his hand out from between my legs and rubbing my tender bottom with it gently, I’m choking on sobs.

“Are you okay?” he asks, letting go of my hair and caressing my back.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m good.”

“I’ve never seen you lose control like this.”

“I… I know. I never have.”

“But it was good, right? I thought it was, but you’re crying so much now I need to make sure.”

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