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He released my wrists. I maintained my position, but tentatively pulled my arms underneath my chest. I couldn’t help but brush my fingers against my turgid nipples.

They were so very sensitive it hurt to touch them, but my breasts were aching.

It startled me when I felt his hand slip between my thighs.

I gasped at the stinging sensation that came with the lightest of his touches. His fingertips grazed my wet folds, sliding back and forth as if to taunt me.

“My, my, naughty girl. You’re so much wetter than when I first took your panties down.”

I blushed so deeply, I’m sure my face matched the color of my ass. Both were on fire. Ryker traced one single finger pad over my clit, and I cried out as a savage whirlwind of pleasurable bliss surged through me.

“Please, sir. I need…”

“I know what you need, Naomi,” he said quickly, cutting me off as his fingers began working between my thighs. I couldn’t fight him, not that I wanted to.

More than anything, I wanted to come once more.

My ass was throbbing. As I lay there bent obediently over the couch, I thought I could feel each individual welt rising, but that only added to the fierce pleasure coursing through me. No matter what I did to try to quell it, it only grew stronger and more intense with every passing second.

Before I was ready, I could feel my orgasm approaching.

I whimpered and moaned and writhed against his fingers.

His other hand dipped between my thighs from behind while the first focused solely on my clit.

I shuddered with need as a single finger swirled around my entrance before pressing gently inside it.

Fuck.

I was not prepared for that.

His fingertip slid in and out of my entrance, just enough to drive me absolutely wild.

Then he pushed a little deeper. A second finger followed, stretching my pussy a bit more than I was ready for.

It burned a little, but not in a bad way.

In fact, as he slid those two digits inside me, I realized how impossibly good it felt when combined with the stinging burn that was still pulsating across my backside.

I tightened around him, and my legs started to tremble.

My orgasm seemed to begin in the tips of my toes, rolling up through my body and rising up the muscles in my legs. When the intensely hot sensation burst through my core, my entire world blasted apart in a blazing heat that obliterated my every coherent thought.

I opened my mouth in a silent scream, unable to even produce the sound.

“Did I say you could come yet, little girl?” From far away I registered that growled, dreadful sentence.

It was too late. I couldn’t stop it now. His warning tone made my release burn that much hotter, fiercer, and more terrible than any of the ones before. My cries were strangled in my throat.

My eyes rolled back into my head. My fingers dug into the couch cushions beneath me, holding on as I lost control of every single aspect of my body.

His thick digits were pumping in and out of my pussy, stretching me open at the same time my inner walls tightened around him.

Every muscle in my body constricted into tight bands before bursting outward all at once in a torrent of euphoria that sizzled through every nerve in my body.

Finally, a cry surged forth from my very depths, then became a scream, then long, low moans of ecstasy.

This was the longest and hardest orgasm of them all.

I didn’t understand it and didn’t try to.

I simply enjoyed every savage moment as it happened.

My orgasm finally peaked. I writhed over the couch, thankful it was holding me up as my legs gave out beneath me.

His fingertips never stopped taunting my clit, dragging out every terribly delicious second of my release as humanly possible.

By the time it was over, I was out of breath.

My heart was racing, and my head was pounding with the blood surging through my system.

He didn’t pull his hands away from my body just yet, making me suffer through one aftershock after the next until those finally tapered off.

I twitched from overstimulation several times before he finally did.

Gently, he traced his fingers up my spine. I could feel small beads of sweat gliding along my skin as he wrapped his arms around me and lifted me off the couch.

“You looked so very beautiful when you came for me with your bottom covered in my marks,” he praised, and I blushed deeply, only just catching a full breath before I looked away.

“You were to wait for permission to come for me though, weren’t you?”

My stomach dropped with anxious fear. Would he spank me again? Would he use his belt?

“Yes, sir. Please, I couldn’t… I didn’t mean to…”

“I know, naughty girl. I think your bottom has had enough punishment though. Now, lower yourself down to your knees and I will deal with your disobedience in a very different way,” he directed.

My blush deepened as I tried to figure out what he might mean.

I searched his gaze, seeing his own arousal and dark intent.

“No more spanking?” I asked.

“No, little one. A spanking isn’t the only way to discipline you,” he grinned mischievously, and I swallowed nervously.

I stared back at him uncertainly, not obeying him right away.

His hand snaked up to cup my left breast, squeezing it gently before he captured my nipple in his fingers.

I was so taken aback by the unexpected caress that the pinch that followed caught me entirely unaware.

He pinched it hard, making me whimper at first. Pain blossomed across my breast, ballooning outward and intensifying as he twisted it harshly. He held on, squeezing my nipple mercilessly. I whimpered, hissed, and twisted my body, but he did not relent.

“Oh! Please! I will! I’ll be your good girl,” I finally pleaded, wanting to do or say whatever he wanted so that he would release it.

When he finally did, I wasn’t prepared for the painful volley that followed, a cruel burn that was far more intense than the initial sharp pinch. I cried out at that.

Not needing to be told again, I began to lower myself to the floor.

He offered his hand, and I used it to balance on my still-wobbly legs as I went to my knees before him.

I looked up at him, feeling vulnerable as he stared down at me.

His hands went leisurely to the waistband of his pants, and I gulped anxiously.

“Sir?”

“You came without permission, Naomi. You screamed for me, over and over. As punishment, I’m going to fuck your mouth and leave that pretty little throat much sorer than it already is,” he threatened.

My entire body shivered with anticipation and a bit of fear.

He unbuttoned his pants and the realization that I was about to see a man’s cock finally washed over me.

Not just any man’s cock.

Ryker’s cock.

I wasn’t just going to see it either. I was going to take it in my mouth.

My pussy clenched embarrassingly hard at the thought.

Until this evening, I had been innocent.

I hadn’t had an orgasm before, not ever.

I’d never been naked in front of a man. I hadn’t known what a hand spanking felt like, or how much a belt could hurt either.

Even worse, I’d enjoyed all of those shameful things.

What if I liked this too?

I glanced at his groin as he dragged his palm up and down over his pants. I licked my lips, unable to miss the hard line of his cock beneath his trousers, and a small wet spot of his own. Up close like this, he seemed even bigger than when I’d felt him against my hip.

I swallowed anxiously.

He grasped the zipper and slowly slid it down. With a building sense of impatience, I watched as he pushed down both his pants and his black underwear, revealing his cock to me for the first time.

I gasped openly, stunned by the sheer size of it.

It was even bigger than I’d imagined it would be. Sure, I’d seen a male penis in textbooks and on old, preserved carvings in the museum archives and even once in a human anatomy course on a cadaver, but never like this. Never in person and most certainly not from a position down on my knees.

It was intimidating to say the least.

His fingers curled around his thick shaft, stroking up and down. It was shaped like a forearm and fist, though not quite that big, with the head thicker than the rest of it. There was a slit at the top of it that was already dripping with his arousal.

The sudden yearning to lean forward and lick that drop clean off took me by surprise.

I didn’t know where this part of me had come from. I was ashamed of how I was behaving, but not enough to make me want to stop. My shame simply turned me on that much more.

“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue,” he commanded.

Without thinking, I did exactly as he wanted.

My eyes rounded, wide as saucers as he leaned forward, sliding the head of his cock against my tongue.

Immediately, the musky taste of him washed over me, strong, sweet and salty, maybe slightly bitter.

A part of me told myself that I should hate it, but I didn’t.

I liked it.

Just like I enjoyed the fact that he was fucking my mouth right after he’d whipped my bottom with his belt.

I stiffened as he reached to the side and took that same belt in his fingers.

He made no move to swing it, simply holding it by his side within my sights as he slowly pushed into my mouth.

When his cock hit the back of my throat I wanted to pull away, choking a bit, but that didn’t give him pause either.

“Keep your teeth off me. Focus on swallowing my cock,” he dictated.

I swirled my tongue around his length as best as I could.