Page 77 of Seven+Four

His legs give out, but I don’t let him fall. Never will. I keep his body against mine as I move us to the bed. I sit on the mattress and shift him until he’s belly down astride on my lap. I search over the table close by until I find what I’m looking for. I take it out of the package and leave it on the mattress for now.

“You know I need to punish you, Baby Blue,” I tell him, letting my fingers trail up his perfectly shaped thighs, forming circleson the sensitive skin of his rear. “I know what you want. What you need. I know now. But you can stop me anytime.”

My words make him clench those round cheeks over and over, and I part them to give his little pucker a first look. Fucking hell, I’m going to fuck this ass so hard, it will never be the same ever again.

My hand lifts and then comes down hard, making his ass cheek jiggle, the right one—the left is still bright red. A burning sensation spreads across my palm while my handprint appears on his skin, covering the whole cheek. The perfect size. Sari emits an indefinable sound filled with twisted desire and uncontrollable lust.

“Just a smack, and I have you dripping on my leg. You’re so fucking responsive,” I rumble, dropping my hand down on his flesh again. I’m spanking my Sari, and he’s fucking begging for it. The wicked smirk on my face turns devilish.

“You won’t ever keep anything else from me. I want to know every tainted, impure thought passing through your mind.” I squeeze the heated flesh.

“Yes!” he cries out, pushing his sexy ass more firmly against my hand. “It burns…I love it. Your hand…more.”

“Turn your face toward the mirror on the wall.” He does so without waiting for an explanation, too eager for more. Our reflection is right there for him to see and I want him to see.

I don’t soothe him or give him words of encouragement. What I give him is another hard smack, followed by a third, a fourth, and a fifth crack, all on the same area. His lips are parted, letting slip small whimpering sounds; his eyes are watering, locks falling down like dark waterfalls, hands fisting the sheets.

“Count for me. If you make it to six, I’ll reward you.” I’ve never felt the need to reward one of those faceless fucks. I inflicted pain, and then if I felt like it, I chased ecstasy using one of their holes. A means to an end, nothing more. But with Sari, I want to take my time and relish every single fucking hot-blooded moment.

Another smack. Every inch of his skin is exposed to my touch. Mine to do with whatever the fuck I please.

The silence tells me he’s already drunk on pain. I slap his thigh. “Why aren’t you counting?”

“O-one,” he stutters. Our reflection in the mirror is making my cock weep. My heavily tattooed torso is such a contrast to his alabaster lines. He’s a fascinating blend of delicate and masculine. His long, androgynous body draped over my strong legs, covered only in those flimsy scraps of lace. There’s something about the piece of translucent fabric that sends a burning hot chisel straight to my heavy balls.

I know he has more at home in his drawer. I’ve seen them. Thigh highs, garters, babydolls, and bras of thin fabrics so erotic, I couldn’t help but imagine topping a slutty Sari while holding his ass cheeks open as he begs for dick. I grab the edge of the thong and pull on it, making the thin strip of fabric between his cheeks rub against his sensitive pucker.

“Mmm. It hurts so good,” he moans, trying to move his hips. His eyes look cloudy, his back tense with anticipation, as if he’s utterly focused on my hands and the bliss they are giving him.

“Keep going,” I demand, just before another crack resounds in the room.

“Two. Ahhhh! Three-ee, four, f-five.”

“My marks on you get you all riled up, eh, Sari?” I tease him.

I grab the butt plug I left on the bed and twist the head, turning the vibration on. I trail it down his nape, his shoulders jerk at the sensation.

“Six,” he continues, moaning as I move the small vibrator further down the long, perfect curve of his spine, tracing the edge of his slutty thong. He’s visibly shaking on my lap, and when I spank him again, he jumps and cries.

I pour a generous amount of lube on the plug, and after moving the thin strip of fabric aside, I push it against his entrance. “Here is your reward,” I whisper darkly.

He pants as I keep rubbing the vibrating plug against his hole. I can see he’s already on the verge of coming, writhing and squirming, trying to push the anal toy inside.

“Please.” Fuck, he begs so damn perfectly.

I grab his left ass cheek to better witness the moment his hole spreads open and gobbles the plug right up.Damn, what a sight.

He lets out another scream, and then another when I land my hand right on his hole pushing the toy further in.

“How does it feel?” My voice sounds hoarse. I’m so damn horny.

“W-weird,” he cries out.

I chuckle darkly, wrapping a hand around his nape to hold him still. “Are you sure? The moaning mouth on your face and the greedy, hungry one down here are both telling the same story.”

I lick my palm and press it against Sari’s hole. I flex it and relax it, creating a suction around it like a vacuum that moves thevibrating toy inside him. He pumps his hips as I up the tempo. A growl leaves my throat, and I tighten my grip around his neck.

“Feel your belly coiling? Everything in your body tightening?” There is tension in my voice. I want to fuck him badly. “You like being dominated by me, like the pain I give you. Do you know why? It’s because you belong to me.” I smack his hole.

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