He could feel her hips lifting into his hands, pleading for the punishment she knew was coming. Steve wasn’t going to give her a quick satisfaction, so he kept rubbing her ass cheeks sensuously. Occasionally he would lift his hand, watching her muscles tense and listening to her suck air into her lungs in anticipation. He would drop his hand gently to her cheeks and continue his slow sensuous caresses. Each time he did that she would wiggle her hips lifting them into his hand and whimper with disappointment.
He could feel her feminine juices pooling on his knee right below her clit. The first time he lifted his hand, and she did not anticipate the spank, was when he struck. It was a hard swat that left a red handprint on her ass cheek. Her whole body jumped, and a little scream escaped her throat. He quickly rained five more swats until her ass was crisscrossed with red handprints.
Emma’s cries were a mixture of pain, desire and need. She would give little squeaky screams with each swat and needy whimpers of passion in between each spank. Her body writhed on his lap in a mixture of pain and unrealized passion. Steve could feel her pussy nectar running down his leg. After six swats he stopped and resumed his slow sensuous caress of her now fiery red ass. After a few moments he slid two fingers between her legs and into her drenched pussy. He ran his fingers in and out of her needy slot until he felt her body begin to stiffen.
He pulled his fingers from her and smiled as he heard her whimpers of disappointment. Then he resumed his next round of six swats, followed by his caresses of her ass and finally the fingering of her pussy. He could feel the tenseness in her body and the desperation in her whimpers began to climb. At the end of the third round, he also stroked her clit and watched as she shattered into a mind numbing and body consuming orgasm.
The combination of pain and pleasure took her to the edge of ecstasy time and again. Each time he left her hanging over the precipice with her euphoria just in sight. He knew exactly how far he could push her and with each go round the inferno inside her got hotter. Steve was a master with his torment of her body. Each time he left her hanging it provoked her passions, leaving her yearning even more. As vexing as it was, she knew when he finally let her cum it would be unlike anything she had ever felt.
And when he finally let her cum her brain completely shut down. She forgot how to breathe, how to think or how to scream. The fireworks inside her mind sent her soaring into space. Her heart pounded out a rhythm like the jungle drums signaling her joyful exultation. All of his frustrating teasing led to this moment of excruciating rapture. Emma knew whatever it took to get her to this heavenly bliss was worth it. It also deepened her feelings for the only man that ever took her to this magnificent paradise.
Steve knew if the spanking had been to be a true punishment, he should have denied her satisfaction. He had to admit some of this was for him. He loved to see her explode in a brilliant display of uncontrolled feminine passion. In those moments, she couldn’t hide anything. When she orgasmed all her inner beauty came through and the real Emma emerged from her hidden heart. He could see all her fears, wants and desires. Watching the former ice queen completely lose control of her body in the most unexpected display of passion was awe-inspiring.
Steve knew he was addicted. He was obsessed with the feel of her silky skin beneath his hands. He was captivated by the way she squirmed under his ministrations. The way her muscles squirmed, dancing underneath her skin was enormously erotic and it enthralled him. The way he could breathe passion into her heart and body filled him with a joy he’d never known. Most of all he yearned to see the unrestrained love and awe in her eyes as she looked at him.
He turned her over so he could cradle her in his lap and the tracks of her painful tears were evident on her cheeks. Her face had a glowing satisfaction that was breathtaking. Her watery blue eyes were radiant with pure unadulterated love. She snuggled into the crook of his shoulder and breathlessly whispered, “Oh God, Steve, nothing in my life has ever compared to the way you make me feel. Thank you for being my Master and not letting the bratty girl get loose. I love you so much!”
Steve whispered in her eas, “Who do you belong to?”
Emma pulled herself tighter into his arms and in a husky passionate voice said, “You, oh, my God only you!”
“Who owns your passion and all of your orgasms?”
Emma took a deep shuddering breath. A wave of fiery desire rippled through her as he asked that question. Her world had been an icy wasteland before him and now she craved the heat only he could provide. It didn’t seem to matter, but his words, his looks or his touches would all immediately light a fire inside her. The answer to his question was simple; the fiery passion inside her was only there because of him. “You do. You are my Master, and all of my passion only exists because you put it there.”
“So, my pet, are you going to obey my commands for the rest of the day?”
Emma lifted her head so that she could look into his eyes. She wanted him to see the deeply devoted love she felt for him. She wanted him to see that she belonged to him body and soul. Finally, she wanted him to see through her eyes that yes, she would do what he said. In a breathless whisperer she said, “Yes, my love, I will obey your every command. You know how hard it is for me to give up control, but for you I will do anything. It scares me to give up control to you, but it frightens me even more to not belong to you. I know this is all my choice and I choose to surrender myself to you.”
As she gently laid her head back on his chest, she knew mere words could never express what she felt. She ached to please him and yearned for his ownership. Her heart and body burned for the touches from his hands and kisses from his lips. She belonged to be him and craved to be his toy, his slut or his property. Emma hungered for whatever it took for him to keep loving her. She belonged to him completely and her soul begged to be possessed by him. Very simply, she was his girl.
Steve stood from the bed and gently set her on her feet. Her soft adoring eyes looked up at him questioningly. Steve looked down in those loving eyes and felt himself getting lost inside her. He gently leaned down and kissed her lips and whispered, “Breakfast, baby, it’s time to fuel our bodies.”
Steve’s massive hand engulfed her tiny hand as their fingers wove together lovingly. As they both walked naked down to the kitchen, Emma saw her strawberry red tush in her mirror. She felt the heat on her cheeks as she blushed. However, this was not a blush of embarrassment or shame, but instead it was one of pride. Her flaming red ass was a badge of honor and a symbol of his ownership. For a split second, she relived the extraordinarily blissful pain of his spanking and she delighted in his ownership.
Her ass cheeks throbbed from the spanking, but she only felt satisfaction. Every moment they were together, he proved how much he loved her. It was not what he said, but what he did. He wouldn’t let her spoiled, bratty behavior ruin what they had. That’s what the spanking was. He showed her that he loved her and would not indulge her spoiled conduct. Instead, he loved her enough to only demand the very best from her.
Somewhere along the line, she realized that her self-indulgent behavior diminished him as a man. They were a reflection of each other and her impudent behavior reflected badly on him. They were part of each other now. If she were indeed to honor and respect the man she loved, she needed to show it in her actions. Again, he proved how much he loved her by not indulging her performance this morning. She knew he would always be there loving her.
As they walked into the kitchen, they both groaned. Steve had stacked all the dishes from yesterday’s breakfast in the sink and they had some cleanup to do before they could start today’s breakfast. As if they had been doing this forever, they automatically split duties, with Emma washing and Steve rinsing and drying. Soon the dishes were all done and again he seemed to automatically know their respective tasks.
Steve started coffee and whipped up some sausage and eggs. While a couple of feet away, Emma made some hash browns and readied tortillas and salsa. Once the sausage, eggs and hash browns were finished Emma pulled everything together creating breakfast taquitos. During all the preparation, she gave sideways glances at the man she had fallen so deeply in love with. They seemed to fit so perfectly together with everything they did. Even now creating breakfast, they never spoke, but they both automatically knew their role and what the other was going to do.
Their stomachs were rumbling as Emma served everything on the plates. Emma carried the plates into the dining room while Steve followed with cups of coffee. Steve followed slowly enjoying the view of her sleek form. She was the most magnificent woman he’d ever come across. Even when she was not trying, she was sexy, captivating and all woman. Her still strawberry red ass only added to the appeal. Emma felt his eyes on her and shifted her hips a little more than she needed to as she walked to the dining room.
As she arrived in the dining room, Emma placed his plate at the head of the table and hers on the floor next to his seat. Steve watched with pride as she did this, but he knew this was not the time for humiliation or other lessons. This is a time to reaffirm the love they had for each other and the bond that joined them. As Emma knelt behind her plate, he picked it up off the floor and placed it next to his at the head of the table.
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