Page 37 of Masked

The cool plastic against her hot skin made her gasp when he rubbed it against her. “We’ll keep it light tonight and just do a dozen.”

Watching the brush make impact on her still pale cheek delighted him. The skin beneath it reddened almost instantly, and he repeated the process on the other cheek. She hollered when he hit her a third time just above her thigh.

He delivered the next three in quick succession in the same spot.

“Yellow,” she whimpered.

“Good girl,” he said, rubbing the brush over the offended area. “We’re halfway through. Can you handle it?”

“Yes, Sir. Just not all in the same spot like that.”

He made the next six just as fast as the previous three, but moved the brush around so he covered her entire ass by the time he was done. She squirmed around on his lap when he laid the brush down and put a hand on her back.

“You did well. Now let’s get you up on the bed. I want you on your back with your arms above your head so you can touch the headboard.” He nudged her off his lap and stood to watch her follow his instructions.

When she was in place, he picked up the tie and moved to kneel next to her head. He used the tie to secure her wrists to the headboard, before he bent and sucked one hard nipple into his mouth. She bucked against him, and he fisted a hand into her hair and let go of her nipple. “So eager. I’m going to taste every inch of you before I bury my cock in you, little siren.”

He kissed his way to the underside of her breast and down her abdomen until he got to her thighs. She squirmed and cried out, fighting against the tie that held her in place as he tortured her with tender kisses and caresses, purposely avoiding the spot she wanted him to touch. Her legs spread wider, and moved to kneel between them, drinking in the sight of her splayed out before him.

“Your tight little cunt is soaked, my sweet slut. Are you ready to come for me?”

“Yes, Sir. Please,” she begged. “I want it so badly.”

It took all of his willpower not to shed his towel and roll on a condom right then. He owed her a few orgasms first. It would be his pleasure to make sure she got them.

Without warning, he plunged two fingers inside of her and pumped them in and out. She clenched around his hand when he grazed a thumb over her clit.

“So ready for me. On the edge already, aren’t you, little siren?”

She nodded eagerly, and he chuckled. “No coming until I’ve tasted you.”

He rearranged himself and pressed his lips to her soaked entrance. His tongue darted out, and he dragged it up her seam until he reached her swollen clit. She raised her hips up, thrusting herself against his tongue.

“Right there,” she moaned as he tortured her relentlessly. He pulled his tongue down and she fought against her restraints. “No. Don’t stop, please,” she begged.

Her cries made him smile against her soaking pussy. At least she knew how to ask for what she wanted. That deserved a reward, as far as he was concerned. He slowly dragged his tongue back to her clit and didn’t stop his assault until she cried out and exploded against his mouth. Watching her fall apart was everything he imagined it would be, and he wanted to experience it over and over again.

“Oh, you sweet, dirty girl. You come so beautifully,” he crooned as he sat up and slipped two fingers inside her. “Can you give me another one?”

Her eyes were wide as she stared at him, but she nodded, and he smiled. “Good girl. This time, you need to ask for permission.”

She whimpered and looked panicked as he finger fucked her.

“What’s the matter? You don’t want to ask for your orgasms? If you can tell me where you want my mouth, you can ask for permission to come. I believe in you, little siren.”

She bit her bottom lip but didn’t object anymore as he picked up the speed and used his other hand to stroke her clit. It took no time at all to have her hovering on the edge, and she squeezed her eyes shut as she tried to back away from him.

“No, no, naughty girl. No trying to get away from me. Just ask.”

Her eyes stayed closed, but she relaxed in his hand despite his continuous onslaught with his fingers and thumb. After several long seconds, she cried out. “Please let me come.”

“Do it,” he encouraged, never breaking the pace. She squeezed his fingers like a vise when her pussy contracted around them. Watching her face as she fell apart was even more exquisite than the sensation of her coming on his tongue. The pained and pleasured expression as she rode the pleasure was too much. He had to have her now.

He leaned over to the nightstand and grabbed the condom he’d put there earlier. Before kneeling up to roll it on, he whispered in her ear. “Next time, I’m going to make you look me in the eye when you beg for release.”

She thrashed her head back and forth and he chuckled. “You’ll learn soon enough not to tell me no, sweet siren. For now, I need to be inside you. Are you ready for my cock?”

“Please,” she begged. That was all the encouragement he needed. He made quick work of the condom after chucking his towel out of the way and spread her thighs wide as he knelt between them and stroked himself for several seconds before lining himself up with her entrance. She was swollen but soaked and ready to take him in.

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