Page 96 of My Dark Fairy Tale

When I did, he reached for the garments and tossed them somewhere behind us. I waited for him to touch me again, but he didn’t. For a long moment that felt like minutes, I stood still, almost trembling with anticipation. A faint sound like a choked-off moan made me wonder if he was ... touching himself to the sight of me presented like that.

Heat sluiced over my skin and pooled low in my belly.

Just when I was going to cave and look over my shoulder, his naked body pressed into my back and his hand was at my sex, cupping it in one palm.

“Already wet just from the anticipation of a good spanking and standing so pretty for me. I could have come just from looking at you, painted my load on this pretty ass and left you wanting. That would have been a better punishment for my greedy girl. But alas, I am too addicted to the way you moan when you come to leave you without an orgasm.”

I panted as his fingers moved over my clit, dragging my wetness from my center up to the bundle of nerves.

“Do you want to say something to me?” he asked pleasantly.

“Thank you, Raffa,” I said instantly, because it felt natural to thank him for indulging me. “Spoiling me.”

He hummed with pleasure. “Such a good, sweet girl. I wonder if you will say that when I’m done with you.”

His words were followed swiftly by the hit of his other hand against the underside of my ass cheek. The skin was tender, and I jumped in surprise at the sting.

“Count for me,” he commanded, nipping at my neck as I arched it back on a moan because his other hand was still playing in the increasing wet heat of my pussy.

“One.”

“Parla in Italiano.”

“Uno.”

His hand disappeared from between my legs.

Smack.

The same place on the other cheek. My toes curled into the floor, and I pressed my hot cheek to the cool wooden door.

“Due.”

His hand was back, playing at my swelling clit, pinching it and then soothing it with circles of his thumb. I panted and canted my hips back even more.

Another smack.

“Do not move.”

“Tre.” I moaned around the number.

The heat of the slaps built on itself as we continued in this rhythm, the burn digging roots that alchemized into pleasure as they reached my pussy. Raffa continued to play with me randomly, almost bringing me off before spanking me, harder and harder, and then playing with me again.

By the time I choked out “venti,” I was sweating, my skin too tight for my body so I felt I would burst.

I was achy all over, not just my bottom burning like banked coals, a deep fire I knew would last through the night, but also my pussy. It throbbed around an emptiness that obsessed my mind. All I could think about was the need for impact there too. A slap, a cock, a tongue.

Anything to provide the friction I needed to get off.

“I need,” I tried to say, but a frustrated whimper interrupted my speech as Raffa cupped my entire soaking cunt in one hand with just enough pressure to make me crazy. “I need more. Please.”

“Where do you need it?” he asked coolly, because somehow, he always knew how to read my body. “Another set to this sweet pink ass, or something here, where you really ache?” A finger moved infinitesimally over my clit.

I ground my teeth in order to stay still.

“Such a beautiful, obedient girl,” he said, voice thick with desire. “I think you deserve a treat now that you’ve taken your punishment so well.”

He stepped even closer, bringing our hips together so the hot, thick line of his cock rested in the crease of my ass. The hand that wasn’t cupping my pussy went to my neck, cupping it in the same way, from pulse point to pulse point, his thumb under the hinge of my jaw topush my head back into an arch. My whole body was bowed like that, quivering with tension. All I needed was one sweet piercing arrow of pain or pleasure to trigger the release of all this tension at my core.