“Naughty, Mia. That takes us up to seven in total.”
Once her mouth reaches the curve of my ass, I’m almost delirious. A sharp nip to the delicate skin brings my total to eight. Her tongue, teasing the inside of my thigh where I’m so desperately wet, takes it to nine. I don’t think I’m completely still after that, but she doesn’t say anything until she’s made it all the way down to my ankles, torturing every inch with her mouth and fingers.
When my shoes are off, she catches me easily before I collapse in a heap. She seems composed as she steers me gently to the bed, but her breathing is shaky as she bends me over the edge, my body pressed against the mattress and feet resting on the floor. She gives my trembling legs a second to steady themselves before pressing her lips up against my ear.
“Do you think you can make it to ten? Will your legs hold? You’re already so shaky.” Her voice is gentle, and I know it’s not part of the game.
“Yes Ma’am, and then-”
“And then I’ll touch you, for being such a good girl for me.”
“I can do ten, Ma’am.” As she steps away, I’m about to bury my face in the bed. Remembering the first time, and how she wanted to hear me, I rest my cheek against the covers instead. Gentle fingers tangle themselves in my hair, and her thumb brushes against my cheek.
“I love how hard you try to please me. You’re too sweet, Mia.” Her tone is so soft and loving I want to melt into the bed. Then her hands are on my hips, positioning them so my legs can hold my weight properly.
“This is going to hurt more than anything else we’ve tried. Do you remember our safe word?”
“Emboîté, Ma’am.”
“Good. I want you to count out loud for me too, Mia. If you forget, I’ll add another. Do you understand?”
“Yes Ma’am.” My legs tremble as she strokes and squeezes my ass gently.
“I wish you could see yourself right now. Your amazing ass is going to look even better once I’m done with it.”
Her hands are gone now, and the anticipation is killing me. I bite my lip and steel myself, but, even though I hear the flick of the wood beforehand, the pain of the first blow still takes me by surprise.
“One.” It comes out as more of a gasp as I try to catch my breath.
The second blow hits a different spot, but it’s no less painful. It’s more of a burn than the sting I was expecting and much more intense.
“Two.”
The third blow lands across the back of my thighs, and the burning is so intense I can’t help but cry out. Hearing Natasha’s little gasp of pleasure makes my blood burn even hotter, and even though it hurts, I’m so wet it must be dripping down my thighs.
‘Three.”
Every muscle in my body is tense and trembling in anticipation of the next blow, so when she strikes two in the same spot, it burns so badly it’s impossible for me to stay quiet.
“Four. Five.” My voice cracks, and my breathing is ragged. The pain sears, but I’m so hot in a different way that I’m pressing my hips into the bed. When Natasha presses herself against my back to check on me, I can feel her trembling; her heart is pounding. Her hand is in my hair, and she presses soft kisses all over my face and neck.
“Half way. You’re handling it so well, baby. I’m so proud of you.” Her voice is nothing short of adoring, and she’s as breathless as I am. Her other hand finds its way between my legs and I feel, rather than hear, her gasp when she discovers how wet I am.
“Just a few more, ok? And then I’ll take such good care of you.” I can feel the effort it takes for her to tear herself away from me. When the sixth blow lands on the back of my thighs again, the pain is so intense my counting comes out as more of a sob.
“Six.”
She hits the seventh and eighth blows in quick succession, and I sob and press my hips harder into the mattress. The sensations are all mixed up, and I’m so hot and wet, and it hurts so much I almost forget to count. I don’t hold back the sobs.
“Seven. Eight.”
I didn’t realise how hard I was clutching the covers until the ninth blow hits at the very lowest part of my back, and I have to grip the bed to stop my legs from giving out. I’m starting to feel almost lightheaded and detached, and I have to force myself to count.
“Nine.” It still comes out as a sob – I hadn’t realised I was still crying.
The last blow catches both sides of my ass, searing across my raw skin, and my counting comes out as more of a scream. I’ve barely got the words out before I’m on my back and Natasha is kissing me fiercely, sucking and biting my lips and pinning me to the bed with her body.
I hadn’t realised how much she’d been holding back on me. I’m swimming in a sea of sensation, and even if I wanted to fight back against her, I wouldn’t stand a chance. I’m not sure when it happens, but I realise she’s finally shed her clothes and every inch of her glorious body is pressed as close to mine as it can get.
She yanks my wrists above my head, only letting go for a second so she can lift my head and take my hair down. Pinning me again roughly, she nips and sucks all over my neck and chest, delighting in the noises I make when she bites down hard on my nipples over and over again. My legs end up around her hips, and her free hand is between my thighs, her fingers inside me. She’s so rough that it should just hurt, but it’s exactly what I need. I sob and moan into her mouth as she sets a bruising pace with her fingers, the tension building so quickly in my body that I barely recognise I’m ready when she growls in my ear for me to come for her. She clearly knows my body better than I do, even after all this time, as I finish so intensely I end up screaming and sobbing into her mouth.
She doesn’t even begin to slow down. I’m floating at this point, in and out, but I know I’m overstimulated; everything feels too good and too much. Her mouth and hands are still everywhere, still greedy and pushing me further than she’s taken me before. She keeps up the brutal pace with her fingers until the sensations shift from ‘too much’ to ‘just enough’, and she drags a second orgasm from me, kissing me wherever she can reach and praising me over and over.
When her fingers become too much, she switches to her mouth, using her strength to pin my hips down when they buck uncontrollably, because even just her tongue teasing me feels too intense. Her fingers pinch my bruised nipples at the same time, and at some point I realise I’m begging her over and over for more – because I don’t think I can ever get enough of her – even too much from her is still never going to be enough.
After an eternity of gentle pressure, she adds her fingers, pressing in all the places I love and giving me something to bear down on. Her tongue teases my clit in just the way I like, and she builds me up so slowly this time, letting the tension gradually fill every inch of me. Her free hand keeps pinching my nipples and matches the rhythm of her fingers and tongue until every cell in my body is screaming and I can’t take anymore; and my body gives into her once again. Her mouth finds mine, kissing me desperately and telling me how beautiful and good and perfect I am. And then I can’t really think or feel much more. I just float.
After a haze of water, sleep and aloe cream, the light filtering through the cracks in the blinds is soft and golden. Natasha looks tired but glowing. She’s gazing down at me, and the only way I can describe the look on her face is… awestruck.
“What time is it?” My voice is cracked and hoarse, which is hardly surprising, but we both wince at how bad I sound.
“Late morning. You’ve been out for quite a while.”
“Wow…”
I snuggle closer to her, revelling in how good her bare skin feels against mine. She pulls me closer, so our limbs are all tangled up together and I’m tucked under her chin. She gives a content little sigh, and my heart feels so full
“You didn’t sneak away to get dressed…” I don’t mean to sound as relieved as I do, but she just holds me tighter and laughs.
“I did throw something on at one point as caring for you was a bit impractical without clothes. But this feels too good to pass up, and I’ve been dreaming about it since the last time…”
She sounds so sad, and I can’t allow it. At first, my kisses are supposed to reassure her. Then, when she pulls me on top of her, her hands in my hair and touching me all over so gently, I’m suddenly aware of how generous she’d been to me the night before.
I remember the first time with her, and how she used her beautiful mouth to make me feel so good, and how badly I wanted to repay her, but she’d never let me get close enough. When my mouth moves away from her lips to the base of her neck, I expect her to distract me or take back control.
Instead, she makes the most delicious, contented noise, then grabs my hair so she can push my head lower. When my mouth finds her nipple she arches her back and moans when I graze it with my teeth. I’ve imagined this so many times, but it never came close to how good this feels. I’ve not spent nearly enough time toying with her before she growls in frustration and tries to push my head lower.
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