Page 82 of A Forbidden Arrangement
I hum in approval as I slide my tongue along her, following her curve until I reach her perfect fucking ass. She jerks when I circle her rim with my tongue, trying to get away.
“That’s dirty.” Her voice shakes.
“That’s not your concern, is it? You asked me to do what I want, didn’t you?” I run my tongue flat over her. “Are you going to stay still for me?”
“Yes.”
“Good girl.” I alternate between circling her rim and breaching her hole with the tip of my tongue. She twitches in my hold but doesn’t try to pull away.
I listen to her breathing and read her for any signs of discomfort, but everything about her tells me she wants this. That she wanted me to take control so that she no longer had to take the responsibility of being embarrassed.
She completely gives herself over to me, and my tongue sinks deeper, moving in and out until I’m fucking her ass with it. She moans each time, over and over.
She trembles all over, whimpering as she rocks back into me. She tenses, shivers rolling through her, gasping with her release.
“Who said you could come?” I stand tall, spreading her cheeks apart, looking at the mess I made of her. “What do you think? Do you think you’ve earned a punishment?”
She twists her head where it’s still pressed into the wood so she can see me. There’s a nervousness to her, almost fear, not knowing what a punishment would entail. I run my fingers along her spine, stroking in soothing motions until some of the tension leaves her. Her gaze is softer as she watches me.
“Hmm? Did you want to be punished, Dahlia?”
I wait for her to decide. I may have control, but she holds all of the power.
“Yes, please.”
Fuck,she’s good at this.
I lower her so her hips meet the edge of the table and her toes barely touch the ground, then kiss the small of her back.
“You’re going to take the punishment I give you, and you’re going to thank me for it.”
Her wrists strain against the restraints. Without the use of her hands and not touching the ground, she’s laid out, helpless.
I circle her wrist. “Don’t hurt yourself.”
She stills under my command. She’s so natural.
I rub circles over her ass, warming the skin, then slap my flat palm against it.
A cry rips from her throat, goose bumps erupting where it stings.
“I’m going to give you five spankings, just like that. Can you handle that?” There’s no way she’s ever done this before, so I want to take my time. Make sure all she feels is pleasure.
“That’s one. Count it for me.”
“One.” Her voice is strained.
I spank her again in the exact same spot, and this time, her cry is more pleasure than pain.
Pausing, I don’t touch her, and she starts to uselessly wiggle.
“What’s your job?”
A heartbeat passes, and then she says, “Two.”
“Hmm, that’s right.” I reward her with another spank, this one on the other side.
“Three,” she gasps.
