Page 11 of Resisting the Temptation
“Thank you, Sir.”
“I almost wish they were real so I could pull them off with my teeth.”
I wasn’t asked a direct question or given a direct order, so I don’t say anything as he leans in and inhales deeply, just a hair's breadth away from my pussy.
A low, satisfied grumble works its way up his throat, and my pussy clenches at the sound. “You smell absolutelydeliciosa, Dulzura. I bet you taste even better.”
B looks up at me from between my thighs as he leans in the rest of the way and licks me slowly between the lips of my pussy. I gasp at the sensation.
It’s not like I’ve never been eaten out before, but for some reason, everything is heightened right now. Maybe it’s because I haven’t had sex in a few weeks, or maybe it’s because this dynamic with B is different from past hookups.
Whatever it is, I don’t want it to stop.
Of their own accord, my hands move, intending to grab onto his mass of curly hair. Before I can get my hands on him, B’s large hands wrap around my wrists and stop them.
His espresso-colored eyes meet mine as he pulls away. “Did I give you permission to touch me?”
I shake my head. “No, Sir. I’m sorry.”
B tsks. “I believe that’s grounds for punishment, don’t you think? Good girls ask for permission before touching.”
I suppress a needy whine. “Yes, Sir. I want to be your good girl.”
B stands, then sits back down in the armchair he vacated just moments ago. “Come lie across my lap.”
I stand but hesitate. Obviously, he’s strong, but I’m not a small girl. “I…”
He wings a dark eyebrow. “Tell me why you’re hesitating.”
“I’m not a small girl, Sir. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You think you’re too heavy?”
“Yes, Sir.”
B stands and crowds my body, using his pointer finger and thumb to tip my chin up so I’m forced to look into his eyes.
“I will not tolerate you body-shaming yourself,Dulzura.If I ask you to do something, trust I know whether or not I can handle it. Understood?”
“Understood, Sir.”
B’s eyes dart down to my lips, and his tongue pokes out to wet his own. I’m cursing myself for enacting my “no kissing” rule with him right now. Iwantto kiss him. I bet his kisses are commanding and intense, just like him. But my limits exist for a reason, and I have to keep that in mind.
He releases my chin and steps back to sit down again, then pats his lap in a silent command. I obey this time, draping myself over his strong thighs. His hard erection prods my side, but he makes no move to adjust it.
“I’m going to spank you five times as your first punishment for not asking permission to touch me and five times for not following my instructions and body-shaming yourself for a total of ten strikes. You will count them out loud. What’s your color?”
“Green, Sir.”
“Excellent.”
With no warning or warm up, he brings his palm down harshly on my left ass cheek.
“One,” I gasp.
Smack.
“Two.”
