Page 56 of A Gold Medal in Love

“Cupcake, Cupcake, Cupcake. What will I do with you?” I ask her rhetorically, walking around her in a circle and letting her see me and the paddle. She shivers when she sees us. “Oh, you fucking slut. I haven’t even done anything to you, and you’re already halfway to creaming.” I smack the wooden side against my own thigh to elicit a nice thuddy sound. Imani jumps, and I laugh, throwing my head back. Then I move behind her, grasp her chin, and pull her face back. “Open,” I demand of her.

Good little girl that she is, she immediately does so, eyes widening in excitement.

I spit in her open mouth. “Stay open—let it sit there. Bad girls get bad things done to them.”

Imani whimpers.

I spit twice more, watching my saliva catch on her pretty pink tongue. Fuck, I have plans for that mouth.

Snap.

Imani rearranges back into Nadu.

“It’s so strange, Cupcake. You’re being so good for me right now, but I think you’re just a desperate slut for my cock.” I push her forward and onto her hands and knees with my bare foot, making sure to put force into it.

Imani grunts but goes fairly easily. She does, however, wiggle her ass once she’s in the new position.

“Ah. There’s the brat. Let’s see what I get when you’re punished: Is it good girl Cupcake or bad girl Cupcake?” I flip the paddle so the flat side is facing her ass, then I double-tap in forceful but quick succession.

Imani shrieks, and it turns into a moan, but unfortunately, she falls forward onto her elbows. It has the beautiful effect of placing that sinful brown ass closer to me, but I can’t allow her to go off-book.

“Hands and knees. Now,” I correct.

Imani goes, but grumbles while she does.

“Unless I’m half naked in front of you, you don’t listen to a goddamn thing I say. And you certainly don’t listen when any of it’s for your benefit,” I growl, accentuating my words with a matching double-tap to the other cheek, then landing two more thuds on either cheek. I pause. “Color?”

Imani pants, catching her breath while I wait. “Green, Sir. I’m your… bad girl.”

“That’s fucking right, you are,” I agree verbally and also by administering a handful of thwacks. I move them all over her: the thigh, the ass, the hip.

Imani’s sounds are a symphony that I want to hear for the rest of our lives—a kinky soundtrack that I want to replay until I get too feeble to raise a hand to her.

I lean forward and bite into one beautiful globe, and our neighbors can surely hear the scream she releases, but I don’t give a fuck about them. I latch my teeth on and dig in until I achieve the satisfying taste of copper around my teeth.

When I pull back, I think about asking for a color, but Imani is mindlessly chanting SirSirSir, so I continue. I flip the paddle to the LEGO side and grin, blood pooling in the corners of my lips.

Grasping Imani by her bun like a handle, I hold her in place while I place strategic hits all over her backside, making sure to hit the bite mark several times. I listen to her music as I go, making sure we’re creating the same song—I don’t want to go too far.

When I’ve abused her so much a dark violet that’s nearly black has started to shade her ass and thighs in, I walk around to her front, but I don’t have to force her to look at me—she does it all on her own. As expected at this point, her glazed pupils are completely blown out, her gaze full of stars. “How’s that subspace feel, Cupcake?”

Imani nods enthusiastically and reaches for my boxers.

Smirking, I decide to give her what she wants. “On your back.”

“Yessir,” Imani slurs, practically falling backward, splaying her little pink legwarmered legs in front of her. I see an obvious wet spot on the gusset of her black leotard.

I retrieve a vibrator from the closet and then come back to her bottomless, watching a satisfied smile creep over her lips. She may be blissed out of her skull, but she knows what’s fucking coming.

“Open wide, tongue out,” I repeat for the third time tonight, barely giving her enough time to follow through on my orders before I sit directly onto her fucking face.

Her tongue slides through my folds easily, finding my hole. It plunges inside, spearing me through and lapping up my arousal eagerly.

I let myself sink into the pleasure I’m allowing her to grant me, making note of her hands that come up to dig into my thighs as if she would gladly suffocate if it meant pleasing her Sir. “Fuck, Cupcake. Bad girls do fuck better, don’t they?” I croon, praising/degrading her in the way I know she’s craving.

Imani groans into my cunt, and I feel the happy vibrations of her mouth as she suctions harder and licks up to my clit, beginning to flick furiously. I mimic her, granting her my own sounds as I grind into her face just enough to make that bun on the back of her head press into the floor and hurt.

“Make me come, and maybe I’ll play with your pussy. Would you like that?” I purr, wanting to drive her insane with lust.