Page 23 of Tornn's Mate
“How would you do that?”
His eyes glitter for a moment, and he stares at me for so long that I start to think he doesn’t plan to answer. Eventually, he says, “I could spank you to help alleviate your feelings of guilt,” in a low rumbling tone that makes me quiver with longing.
My breath catches, and I struggle to find my voice. I hold his gaze as he continues stroking the most sensitive part of me. Fear and desire converge, causing deep aching pangs in my core. I’m close to climaxing. A few more caresses to my clit and surely I’ll shatter…
But Tornn retracts his hand before I can reach the precipice of ecstasy. I whimper at the loss of his touch. He reaches underneath me and grasps my right cheek, giving it a hard squeeze. I gasp more from the surprise of his manhandling than from the pain. Only a faint sting lingers in the aftermath of yesterday’s spanking.
“You don’t need to punish me,” I say in a beseeching tone. “I-I don’t think a spanking could help release my guilt. Besides, I didn’t really do anything wrong—you said it’s okay if I touch myself. A spanking isn’t necessary.” I hold my breath, hoping he doesn’t flip me onto my stomach and start swatting away at my bottom.
And yet… the idea of submitting to his authority sets my desires ablaze. The heat pulsing in my core strengthens, and my clit throbs so hard that it’s all I can do to keep from reaching down and rubbing myself to a climax as he watches.
Surrender. I want to surrender to him, even if it hurts. Especially if it hurts. Because there’s a sweetness to the pain that I crave beyond all reason.
“I think a few hard smacks to your bottom will do you some good,” he says as he draws a hand down my inner thigh. His eyes meet mine. “In fact, I think you’re aching for it, Ellie.”
Chapter12
TORNN
There isno question about it—the prospect of punishment excites my little human female. Her pink nether lips are gleaming under a sheen of arousal, and the intoxicating scent of her excitement hovers in the air.
She blushes as I guide her into a sitting position, and she lowers her head, trying to allow her long dark locks to shield her bosom. I quickly brush her hair over her shoulders, then reach for one nipple and pinch it until she whimpers.
“I want you to present yourself for chastisement, sweet human,” I say, moving to her other nipple and giving it the same harsh treatment. I’m rewarded with another needy whimper.
“Present myself?”
“Yes. I want you to bend over the bed with your bottom lifted high and your legs spread wide. I want an unhindered view of your soaking wet pussy as I spank you.”
Her expression fills with shock, but she slowly climbs off the bed, and I watch with satisfaction as she assumes the ordered position. Such a good, obedient little female she is. My dual shafts harden, sticking straight up as I remain seated on the bed. She glances at my erections and her eyes widen.
Sliding off the bed, I circle around to stand behind her. Her legs are parted to give me a perfect view of her wet, swollen parts. I step closer and run a hand over her ass but don’t find any marks from her previous spanking.
“The next time you experience guilt, sweet human,” I say as I alternate massaging and squeezing her bottom cheeks, “all you must do is ask for help in atoning for your sins. I’ll always give you what you need.”
She whimpers and shuffles in place, her feet leaving the floor momentarily only for her to resume the original position. My cocks throb harder. I like watching her struggle to obey, especially when she surrenders in the end.
I press a hand to her lower back and deliver the first blow, letting my palm impact her cheeks with an echoing slap. She gasps and rises on her toes, but she doesn’t try to evade the next smack, or the one after that.
I administer ten rapid spanks in total, just enough to make her bottom sting. She didn’t disobey me, but for a reason I can’t quite grasp, the idea of her carrying around guilt leaves me unsettled. Certainly a quick dose of punishment will help expunge the shame she harbors over touching her pussy.
My balls vibrate as I admire the slickness between her thighs. I help her stand, only to immediately lift her up and place her in the middle of the bed atop the disheveled covers. Before she can ask what I’m doing, I shove her thighs wide apart and bury my face in her sweetness.
Fluxx. The taste of her is celestial. I can’t get enough of her feminine pungency. I drag my tongue up and down the seam of her nether lips, then settle my attentions on her distended clit. It’s so swollen, it’s protruding from her folds. I like that she’s so responsive she can’t hide her desires from me. I like that I know the instant she becomes aroused—I would have to be dead not to detect her excitement.
Her hands delve into my hair, tangling in my short locks. Recalling how she enjoyed the vibrations of my balls, I release a steady growl as I continue worshiping her button with my tongue.
It doesn’t take long to make her shatter. She tightens her grip on my hair and cries out as her center jerks against my face. I pay homage to her clit until the last remnant of her release undulates through her and she goes limp.
I pull back and meet her gaze, then wipe my mouth on my arm. Part of me enjoys the fresh blush that covers her face. Some of my actions have scandalized her, and I cannot wait to see how she reacts when I start training her bottom hole to accept my upper shaft.
“You’refluxxingdelicious, Ellie.”
Her blush deepens, but she doesn’t respond. Her eyes dart around the room as she avoids my gaze. I lift her against the pillows, positioning her so she’s sitting upright, then I angle my erect upper appendage toward her mouth.
“Open up, little female. I tasted you. It’s your turn to taste me.”
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