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The slow, sensual spanking continued, increasing in intensity every time. Not just the hand slaps, either. After blow number six, when my ass had just begun to sting a little, he slipped his fingers into my slippery cunny to the last knuckle. He kept the fingers right where they were, stroking and squirming inside of me, while he spanked me with the opposite hand.

My eyes squeezed shut as he slipped three fingers inside, his thumb teasing my swollen clit. My bound hands clenched the edge of the counter with white knuckle intensity. My legs grew weak, and I wondered how much longer I could hold out.

“Nine,” he said, slapping his hand home. I couldn’t do anything but moan and pant. I wanted his cock inside of me so bad, but his fingers just felt amazing. He was in tune with my responses, making adjustments as needed.

How did he figure out the combination to my orgasm lock so quick?

“Listen, Megan,” he whispered in my ear. His hot breath blowing across my bare skin gave me goosebumps. “I can tell you’re about to cum, and cum hard.”

“Yes…” I groaned out through gritted teeth. “Please don’t stop.”

“Oh, I have no intention. In fact… I want you to cum right when I spank you for the last time. Are you ready?”

As soon as he even suggested that I had to hold back my orgasm, it crashed insistently against my nervous system like a tidal wave. I managed to keep it in check—barely.

“Yes!” I cried sharply in a stifled voice. My whole body shook as I struggled to maintain my control.

It seemed to take an eternity for his hand to land on my ass the last time. When it finally struck home, the hardest blow of all, I screamed out an orgasm fit to wake the dead.

I was trembling, my knees gone to water. I still managed to cry out in shock when he whipped the towel away from my body, exposing me utterly to him.

“Your ass is so nice and pink,” he purred. I heard his fly unzip, and then felt his hands slap to either side of my hips. I felt him inch closer, until I felt the throbbing head of his cock pressed against my glistening wet, wide open pussy.

“Oh god, yes,” I gasped, leaning into it, groaning as he stretched and filled me utterly. Mason whipped the towel off my hair as well, and then tangled his hand in my still damp tresses.

The feeling of his mostly clothed body against my utter nakedness added something to the experience and the powerplay dynamic. I leaned into him, grinding my ass against his body as he slammed his cock home into my kitty again and again.

Fireworks exploded behind my eyes as I came harder than I ever had in my life. I would have fallen but Mason caught me in his arms, shuffling us over to the sofa and seating me on his lap.

As I shivered and writhed from the aftershocks, he kissed me softly on the back of my neck. I felt around with my bound hands until I found his semi-flaccid cock.

If I had my way, it wouldn’t be semi flaccid for long.

Chapter Twelve

Mason

I stood up, surprising the kneeling Megan. Her hands dropped from my cock as I stared down at her with a grin.

“I need to get out of these troublesome clothes—what are you doing?”

She smiled up at me, her hands in her crotch. Megan fingered her pussy with her bound hands, eyes full of mischief.

“I can’t help myself. I was playing with your cock and you took it away.”

She gave me a little girl pout and I felt my cock twitch hard.

“Stop that,” I said. “That’s my job.”

She continued to stroke herself, eyes half-lidded. While I enjoyed the show, I was supposed to be in charge.

“Unless you want another spanking?”

She stopped, then cocked her head to the side, eyes rolling up toward the ceiling as if considering her answer.

“These clothes are bothersome. Take them off of me.”

Megan looked up at me, a happy smile spread over her face.

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