Page 135 of Maddox

A wave of desire coursed through me. If I had, look at all the fun I would have missed out on.

He crawled onto the bed, lifting my shirt and sliding his hand underneath. As he caressed my skin, I shifted back and forth on the pillow. The way he was increasing the anticipation was killing me. If he thought I craved pain, he was dead wrong. I loathed it. Going to the dentist took an act of God for me to endure.

His exhale was deep and long as he brushed his fingers down my spine to the crack of my ass. After opening my legs a few inches, he planted his feet on the floor.

Then the fun began.

The first strike of the brush against my bottom wasn’t too bad. Tolerable. The second, third, and fourth made me wince.

By the eighth, I was in full blown agony, writhing as he enjoyed the act of punishment.

My moans continued and he acted as if he was listening carefully. “Don’t worry, baby girl. This will all be over with soon enough.”

I would definitely get him for this when the horror was finished.

His happy-go-lucky face was matched with a snazzy little song he whistled while I endured anguish. He issued several more, moving from side to side. The heat building on my skin was mixed with the fire between my legs. Why was I wet? Why was my pussy clenching? Did he know me better than I knew myself and I craved harsh discipline?

“You need to learn my rules are the only acceptable ones.”

At least he didn’t control my eyes. I rolled them several times. Oops. He caught me, grinning like a Cheshire cat and bringing the brush down four more times.

Holy cow. I’d never experienced anything like this before.

Crazy heat.

Wildly pulsing heart.

Throbbing pussy.

This was ridiculous.

I kicked the bed and roared through the panties stuffed in my mouth. But he kept going, adding another six before he took a deep breath. Then he had the nerve to push the head, bristles and all, between my legs. My pussy lips were swollen and the instant the nylon touched my sensitive skin, I jumped and jerked, pulling at the taut rope.

The pleasure was incredible, so much so the contradiction in sensations drove me to an intense high. He rubbed several times, my pussy on fire.

“Do you like that, wild child? Do you crave more?”

I moaned my reply, taking several shallow breaths as the scent of my desire created a fog around my eyes.

“This is what good girls get.” He didn’t stop, pressing the bristles in deeply enough friction was created. I was mad with longing, realizing only a few seconds later I was humping the brush.

Who did this kind of thing?

I cinched my eyes closed, basking in the moment until he cracked the wooden head across my bottom twice. My moan was louder this time. He resumed pleasuring me and I could tell his breathing was as irregular as mine.

The climax that rushed up from my toes was electrifying. Every muscle tensed and I jerked up as far as possible as the orgasm rolled through me. The moment was incredible, spine tingling to the point stars floated in front of my eyes.

When I started to come down, I smashed my face against the sheet, thankful the material was cool.

He stood, gently placing the bath brush on the nightstand before untying me. I didn’t move after he did. Not even an inch. That’s how amazing the rapture was, so completely overwhelming I was having difficulty breathing.

His gentle moves continued and he pulled the thong from my mouth, brushing hair from my face.

I finally rolled over, peering up at him as he studied me. His eyes were brimming with several emotions including the joy of having spanked me.

After crawling to a sitting position, I reached for the water. He snagged it for me. “Thirsty, baby?”

“Mmmhmm…” Our fingers touched as he handed me the bottle and I licked my lips in appreciation.

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