Page 168 of Enthrall Ecstasy
Of affection and love.
“Look at me,” he demanded.
Leaning forward, I took him in my hand and then waited for permission. He gave it with a nod.
I kissed his cock reverently.
“I approve,” he said, his tone edgy.
“Please,” I begged.
“Suck it.”
I lavished affection onto Shay’s enormous shaft, lapping and sucking and leaning low to draw his balls into my mouth, suckling them and then returning to the width of his cock.
“Good girl,” he said huskily.
Knowing he was looking down at me with admiration gave me the rush I yearned for, my arousal spiking.
Gripping him with my right hand, I cupped his balls with my left. When his hand came down on my head as though anointing me, I began a faster pace, wanting to please him more.
“Take it deeper,” he demanded.
And I did, swallowing his tip each time it was thrust to the back of my throat. I enjoyed the silky feel of his iron-hard length in my palm.
His fingers clenched my hair, controlling my pace.
Then, still gripping locks of my hair, he dragged me to a standing position.
I was spun round and nudged against a post, my thong ripped from me.
He’d tucked himself away, but I knew, just knew, he was straining against his sleek black pants.
With my hands on the post and my butt out, I leaned forward and bit down on my lower lip. At some point there would be pain. I’d always known it would come at last but had been scared to think of it.
When Faulkner had insisted on my punishments, they had been cruel and agonizing but I’d endured what had been expected.
Now, I would have to face my new master’s demands.
I was on display.
The one to be watched.
I felt alarmed when I saw my master standing beside me, holding nothing. He merely stood close to me with his left hand on the post.
“Have you ever been paddled?” he asked.
I shook my head no.
“Then it’s time you were,” he said.
He made me push my butt out farther while leaning against the pillar, making sure my pussy could be viewed easily.
My Dom gave a nod to someone behind me.
Sir wasn’t going to be delivering my punishment.
“Don’t turn around,” he ordered.
