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Trish burned on the outside, froze on the inside, and wished she’d just told Jordan to shut up or something.
Running and hiding, just for the fun of it, when it would upset him to have her so outside of his control, even for a few minutes, had been a poor choice.
Not that her pussy cared. It spasmed emptily every time the paddle landed on her already throbbing bottom, her arousal growing higher along with the pain.
Thwap!
Thwap!
Thwap!
“Ow! Too much! Jordan pleaaaaaaase, no more! The plug is getting bigger!”
And it was. She wasn’t imagining it. The cold of the plug moved deeper, stretching out her channel, burning it with cold, even as the rest of her bottom was being seared.
Trish writhed, but the most movement her body could manage was to wag her bottom up and down in the air, as if begging for more.
“Then next time, maybe you’ll think before trying to scare me.”
Thwap!
Thwap!
Thwap!
Trish howled as the paddle came down on already swollen tissue, the cold plug pressing against her clenching walls as it burrowed deeper into her tight hole.
“Pleaaaaaaaaaaase!”
Thwap!
Thwap!
Thwap!
The paddle dropped beside Trish as tears slid down her cheeks. Her bottom was hot to the touch as he leaned over and licked the scalded skin, which was so sensitive even that small stimulation felt like too much.
When his tongue moved to her pussy, Trish’s small cries turned to sobbing moans.
She was soaking wet, her pussy lips as swollen and aching as her ass, but in an entirely different way.
Jordan’s large hands pressed on her hot cheeks, kneading the soft flesh and making her whimper as he began to pleasure her with his mouth. The surges of pain and pleasure slid against each other, winding together and confusing her body. She arched against her bonds, trying to get more of his tongue on her clit, her senses confused by the conflicting stimulation.
Just when she was about to come, he pulled away.
“Noooooooooo!” She cried out, her bottom wagging again, uselessly now, this time begging Jordan to return and finish her.
A smile of pure sadism spread across his lips as he looked down at her hot bottom throbbing from the paddling, her rear channel tingling with cold, and her pussy swollen, needy, and unfulfilled. Trish moaned.
“I feel like something’s missing.” Jordan started to take off his clothes, deliberately tossing his shirt over Princess, as if to make doubly sure she didn’t see anything Trish wouldn’t want her to—which was not reassuring. His pants quickly followed, but those he dropped on the floor rather than over Princess.
Jordan knelt in front of her bound body and fisted his hand around his hard cock, pumping it and tracing patterns across her hot cheeks with the tip. Trish whimpered, and the cool, sticky fluid the head of his cock left behind on her skin almost surprised her when it didn’t sizzle on contact.
“My orgasm?” Trish asked hopefully, even though she knew that wasn’t what he was referring to. When Jordan talked more in the bedroom, it was usually because he was about to do something exquisitely painful to her.
“No… I don’t think so. I know. I think I’ve been neglecting these.” He released his cock and leaned forward to cup her breasts, and then bent down over them.
“They don’t feel neglected!” Trish squeaked. It wasn’t entirely true: part of her wanted him to continue ignoring them, while another part of her thrilled to know her breasts wouldn’t escape untouched. Her nipples throbbed as he traced them with his tongue, his fingers squeezing her soft flesh roughly as he gently mouthed the sensitive buds.