“Twelve.” His voice was firm.
She tilted her head to the side. Twelve was a lot. She could work with it, but she would have to get creative.
Stepping to the side, aiming, she said, “Okay, I accept. Count.”
The first blow whistled through the air, hitting his inner thigh.
Bryson was quick. “One.”
The second was just above.
“Two.”
The third and fourth mirrored the first, on the other side.
The fifth one was right on his taint.
“Fuck, fuck.”
“Fuck is not a number; we’ll have to do that one again. Try to get it right this time or we’ll have to start over.”
She managed to hit the same spot, and Bryson’s voice cracked. “Five.”
With a flick of her wrist, she gave him two, back to back, on the right ass cheek.
“Six, seven.” Bryson pressed his face into the bench.
Adria did the same on the opposite cheek. “Eight, nine.”
Three left.
This one hit his left testicle, and he gasped for breath while choking out, “Ten.”
Her legs were slick with wetness, and she felt a heat radiating in her core.
Moving her body, she aimed and hit the right testicle this time.
It took him longer to catch his breath, but finally he breathed out, “Eleven.”
It was weak, and she knew she had to make this last one count.
“Spread your ass cheeks for me.”
His hands came back shakily, and he spread himself open for her. Seeing him obey her, expose himself for her,hurt for her, she nearly came right then. Her arm wound back, and the tongue of the tail hit the bullseye.
Bryson nearly levitated off the table and shouted twelve into the room.
Adding some lube, she moved close to him and pressed the tip of her appendage into the newly abused asshole. The lube would feel cool against the newfound heat.
He moaned as she entered him; and her knees buckled. She pressed her hand into his back, steadying herself. Moving in and out, she felt the power in her body grow.
He was hers.
He took everything she gave him.
Normally, she went slow, but down into her core she knew he could take it. He could take the pain; he could take her.
She moved faster.