Page 85 of Off-Limits
“What is your safe word?”
“Tin Man.
“If at any time you feel you can’t take anymore, I need you to say it clearly, ok?
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl,” I praise her, grabbing the lube and squirting it all over her ass. I pull the plug in and out a few times, lubing her up, pushing my fingers in and out a few more times, entranced at how her hole gapes when I remove them.
Taking a shuddering breath, because I’m seriouslyreconsidering the punishment and fucking her instead, I slather her asshole in more lube, pump my fingers in and out again as she cries out in pleasure, her body gyrating on my lap, and then I’m lifting my hand, and it connects with her fleshy ass, causing my cock to twitch.
“One!” she screams out.
I rub the handprint to ease some of the pain. I move to the other cheek and in quick succession, I land another blow.
“Two!” she cries out while I soothe the area with my palm.
“How are you feeling, sweetheart?”
“Good.”
My hand comes down again in a different area, careful to stay in the middle or lower of her ass and avoid the less fleshy parts. Her ass jiggles on connection.
“Three!”
Her voice comes out less sharp, bordering on a moan, eliciting a growl from me. “Goddamn it, Dorothy, you’re going to kill me.”
She lets out a strangled laugh, but doesn’t say anything, and it brings out the beast inside of me, the one that wants to ruin her for any other man, the beast that wants to own her, possess her,keep her.
My palm comes down in a quick slap, the noise echoing around us, and causing her to squirm on my lap as she cries out.
“Four!” she keens, the count ending on a moan, and a growl bottles up my damn throat.
Caressing her cheeks, I can’t help but feel like a caveman when I see all my handprints adorning her ass. Glancing away from her ass for a moment, I look at her hanging over my lap, her curled hair curtains around her face, and I notice the paintbrush hanging out that she always has in her tied-up hair.
“How are you feeling, Blossom?”
“I feel…” She hesitates, and I encourage her by running my hand over her ass. “Turned on.”
“Yep, it’s done. You’re going to kill me,” I tease, and she laughs.
Focusing back on her ass, I spread her legs a little and feel her juices drip onto my lap. Fuck me seven ways to Sunday, she is drenched. I move my hand that is caressing her ass and my finger glides through her saturated folds.
“Oh, god…”
“Shh,” I say again, pumping my fingers in and out a few times before withdrawing. Dottie mewls in protest, but I hush her.
Manoeuvring her a little on my lap, I reach into my pocket and grab the remote for the anal plug. She repositions herself on my lap again with a breathy moan, and it goes straight to my hard cock.
“We are going to try something, baby. For your last two counts, I’m going to turn the plug on. Ok?”
She nods her head.
“I need your words, Blossom.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“That’s my good fucking girl.”
