Page 88 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

“No, Master Clay.”

I knew what was on the agenda for the next time when we played out a scene. I gripped her nipples between my fingers. A shudder ran through Melody, her panting breaths came out faster and harder as I pinched them between my fingers, aggressively rolling them until she was on her tiptoes trying to get relief from my unrelenting fingers. I stopped and thrummed the hardened nubs. Then began again, repeating this process until she was jutting out her breasts, begging for more sensation.

Gorgeous.

Her earlier panting had changed to mewls of pleasure, but again she was growing impatient. I released her breasts and put one knee on the counter, shoving my cock deep inside her sweet pussy at last.

I grabbed the hairbrush and tapped her ass. My cock stroked her slowly with long strokes, massaging her vaginal walls. I felt her muscles gripping me as I drew out. Like a sword from its sheath, the hiss of our organs rubbing was palpable. Her static hitched breathing told me she was close to having an orgasm.

“No coming without permission.”

I smacked the brush a little harder to show her I meant what I said. I put it down and grasped her hips. Adjusting my grip and rhythm, I took her hard and fast like I had with her ass earlier.

Then back to soft, releasing her hips and gripping the soft flesh of her breasts, tweaking her nipples. Her cunt clamped down on my cock, the mirror showed me her gritting her teeth in an attempt not to come.

I relished the control. I dipped my mouth to her ear and whispered, “Come.”

Melody fell apart as her orgasm ripped through her, along with a primal scream that filled the room. It rolled through her in waves, her body frozen in climatic rigor mortis as she rode the waves of ecstasy, collapsing forward into my arms. I held her, supporting her while she caught her breath.

“Look, beauty, look at you in the throes of passion.”

Melody gazed into the mirror. “I don’t recognize myself. I’ve never seen me this way.”

As I had suspected.

I pulled out and carried her to the foot of the bed and lay her in the swing. Perfect height to fill her up. I started slow, massaging her walls again while Melody groaned in pleasure.

“Wrap your legs around my hips.”

She did, allowing me to free my hands and go back to torturing those sexy nipples, or any other body part I wished to pay homage to.

“Master Clay, do I still need to ask permission to come?”

With her punishment over, she was allowed to speak. Not only had she done very well, but I had enjoyed every second of it and that deserved a little reward.

“No. Don’t hold back as I wring every last ounce of pleasure out of your body.”

I circled her clit with my thumb as I thrust at a modulated pace, building her, edging her closer and closer to the edge of climatic liberation. I kept my eyes glued to her, watching and feeling all of her tells as she moved closer. Her desperate mewls pushed me ever closer to the end of my endurance.

I rubbed her clit quickly and upped the speed of my thrusts.

“Ahh!” Melody clamped down and I knew I was done and roared my release right along with her.

Her half-lidded gaze was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. She was a well-satiated, punished little submissive. I slid my partially hard cock out of her slick warmth, moving to the bathroom to grab a washcloth and towel.

She didn’t budge a muscle as I cleaned her. Funny how fast one could become comfortable in this type of setting. She’d done a complete 180 from earlier and was not shy in the least with me seeing or cleaning her.

When I was done, I carried her to the bed and covered her in blankets. Grabbing more chocolate and water from the mini fridge, I joined her in bed.

“Hi,” she said almost shyly as I slid in beside her.

“Open.” I held a piece of chocolate inches from her mouth. She opened and I slid the chocolate onto her tongue. A smile lifted the corners of her lips as she chewed.

“Almost as good as the sex,” she uttered in a playful manner.

“Really? Almost as good as sex? I’ll have to remember that next time you’re on the edge of release. Instead of an orgasm, you will eat chocolate. Candy opens an entirely new realm of possibilities. Thank you for the sweet imagery.”

I was teasing, mostly.

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