Page 42 of Her Michigan Mob Boss

“It’s just a small table,” Ciaran said in response to me raising my head in alarm. “I need to place a couple of things on it.”

“Oh.” I didn’t ask him what things. “Okay.”

He tapped my back with his finger. “Okay…..?”

I couldn’t prevent a little smile from forming on my lips. “Okay, Sir.”

Though I heard him taking up his position behind me, the first slap of his hand on my bottom surprised me. I gasped loudly. It had been a couple of days since he first spanked me, but I was sure his palm hadn’t stung as much then. The next blow also made me yelp.

As Ciaran fell into a rhythm, peppering my ass with sharp smacks, I found myself being lulled into a strange calm. My breathing steadied and my body hummed with a quiet pleasure. It was almost like being hypnotized. When Ciaran stopped, I felt bereft.

“Now you’re nicely warmed up, we’ll move on to the paddle.”

Unsure what to expect, I tensed. How much was this going to hurt?

“Unclench.” Ciaran’s one-word command had me immediately loosening the muscles in my backside.

A rush of cold air preceded the crack of the paddle off my ass. My mouth fell open. Fuck! That hurt. Behind the blindfold, my eyes watered. When the second blow landed, I clenched my fists. The next few strokes lit a fire across my ass. I panted as I tried to absorb the pain. Being spanked with his hand had not prepared me for this.

When he swatted me again, I lifted my hips as far as they would go and tugged at the restraints binding my wrists. My cheeks were drenched with tears, but I had to acknowledge the throbbing between my legs. A part of me relished the pain.

“Do you need to use your safeword?” Ciaran asked.

“No,” I blurted out.

His warm hand wrapped around my shoulder. “Take a second to think about it.”

I considered the situation more carefully. Was I reaching the limit of what I could cope with?

“No, Sir, I’m fine.”

“Okay, sweetheart. Three more. I want you to count them.”

He swung the paddle, and it struck the back of my thighs.

“One!” I screeched as I pushed up onto my toes.

The paddle landed in the same spot again. I wailed as the sting rippled out across my aching flesh. Somehow, I forced myself to yell, “Two!”

“Good girl.” Ciaran splayed a hand across the small of my back.

Since the restraints prevented me from moving more than an inch or two, I suspected he wasn’t holding me in place but offering a measure of comfort. I didn’t have time to analyze why I might need it before the long, rectangular paddle thudded across my ass again. It fell across the entire width of my bottom, the impact knocking the breath from my lungs.

“Three.” The number came out as a whimper.

As my body sunk into the cool leather beneath me, silent sobs shook my shoulders. I wasn’t sure why I was crying so hard. Yes, my bottom was throbbing, and it probably glowed red enough to be seen from space, but the pain wasn’t excruciating. In fact, the way my pussy clenched suggested I’d enjoyed it more than my mind would allow.

Heaving in gulps of air, I struggled to get myself under control. I stiffened as Ciaran laid his hand on my ass, then relaxed as he caressed it gently until I eventually stopped crying.

“You did good, sweetheart. You didn’t complain and you’re dripping wet. I think that deserves a reward.”

Unable to see, I had no idea what Ciaran was about to do until he pushed something long and smooth inside me. It wasn’t as thick as his cock, but still stretched me. When I felt something press against my clit, I realized it was one of those vibrators with the rabbit ears.

“Woah!” I breathed out sharply as the gadget buzzed to life.

Vibrations from the shaft ripped through my insides as a rapid pulse tormented my clit. I clenched my fists as my pussy throbbed with need. As the sensations threatened to overwhelm me, I tried to get away, but Ciaran shoved the toy deeper. My mouth twisted as the first waves of pleasure lapped over my flesh. As I came closer to orgasm, my breath came out in frantic gasps.

Suddenly, Ciaran pulled the vibrator out of me. As it clattered to the floor, he impaled me on his shaft. I welcomed the warmth of his body, the intimacy no toy could provide.

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