Page 22 of Resisting the Temptation (Broken Shelves #3)

Ben

E mma’s fingers stop, and she pouts but doesn’t protest.

God, I’m filled with so many warring emotions. I thought she wasn’t going to show tonight. I sat here, anxiety and rage swirling around me like a dark cloud, trying to figure out how I was supposed to go on at work like nothing was happening if she decided she was already done with our deal.

I was… disappointed when she was late. Her reasoning made sense, traffic is unpredictable, but then she mentioned Jordan, and I was irritated.

Jordan, who I picture as a handsome man.

Jordan, who probably wants to fuck Emma as badly as I do.

Jordan, her roommate, who probably knows all the intimate details of Emma’s life.

Details I’ll never learn because she’s made it clear this is temporary.

I want it to be temporary .

Right. Sure. Keep telling yourself that.

I want to put her over my knee and spank her ass until it hurts to sit for a week. I want to mark her skin so Jordan knows she’s claimed, at least for the time being.

Shit, am I jealous?

No, I’m just… horny. Pent up from not being able to fuck for two weeks. That’s all this is. Pent up sexual frustration.

Emma still sits spread open, showing me just how wet she is while she waits for my next instructions.

“Is that how you touch yourself when you’re alone, Dulzura? ”

“N-no, Sir.”

“Hmm. I didn’t think so. Are you just trying to get yourself to come fast so your punishment is over?”

Her shoulders slump at being caught. “Yes, Sir.”

“That’s not what good girls do, Dulzura. Don’t you want to be a good girl for me?”

Her eyelids droop. “Yes, Sir, I want to be your good girl.”

Music to my fucking ears.

“Then show me how you play with yourself.”

She bites her lips and closes her eyes. She looks… nervous. Which isn’t an emotion I’m used to seeing from her. I crawl onto the bed and sit cross-legged in front of her without touching her.

“Do you want me to tell you what to do?”

“Please, Sir.”

“Start with teasing around your clit, honey. Take your pointer finger and tease yourself. ”

Emma hesitantly follows my command, bringing a perfectly manicured finger down to tease around her clit.

“Good girl, now use two fingers and slowly push them inside your tight hole. Get them nice and wet. Let me hear how sloppy your greedy little cunt gets for me.”

She furrows her brows but does as she’s told, gasping as she puts her pointer and middle finger inside herself.

I give my cock a squeeze through my underwear. I want to sink myself into her so damn badly, but I have to wait. “Mmm. Such a wet, needy pussy. Desperate to be filled. Now that your fingers are wet, pull them out and bring them to your clit.”

She whimpers as she pulls her fingers out and touches them to her clit, moaning as she applies pressure.

“Does that feel good, Dulzura ?”

“Yes, Sir,” she moans, slowly increasing the speed.

“Use your other hand, middle and ring finger, and slip them inside your pussy, but keep teasing your clit.”

God, I love how well she listens. How responsive she is.

“Pump those fingers, honey. Pretend they’re mine fucking you.”

She whimpers again, and I know she’s wishing they really were mine. She bucks her hips when she picks up speed, and it takes every ounce of willpower in me not to bat her hands out of the way and take over.

When her breathing speeds up and her pussy clenches around her fingers, I tell her to stop.

If looks could kill, I’d be a dead man.

“Start again, slowly. You’re not allowed to come until I say so. ”

I bring her to the edge and make her stop two more times. On the fourth time, I wait until she starts again before I shuffle off the bed so I can grab the paddle off the floor.

Emma’s eyes widen when she sees the red oak paddle in my hand, and I check for any fear or anxiety, but I only find hesitant excitement. Curiosity.

This room doesn’t have a spanking bench, but the bed is the perfect height to bend Emma over and deliver the remainder of her punishment.

“Remove your fingers.” She listens immediately. “Good girl, come here.”

She scoots to the edge of the bed and plants her feet on the floor before coming to stand directly in front of me. Her eyes keep trailing to the paddle in my hand, interest igniting in her eyes.

“Now, it’s time for the remainder of your punishment. I’m going to spank you a total of twenty times. Ten for being late and ten for touching yourself without permission. I’ll give you the first ten with my hand, then the last with the paddle.”

I instruct her to bend over the bed so her ass is in the air, but she can still grip the sheets if she needs to. When she gets into position and I step back, I groan at the sight of her glorious backside and glistening pussy bared to me.

“Count them out loud for me, honey.”

I rub her ass to warm her up and spank her right cheek with no warning, emitting a gasp from her as she counts.

The sight of my handprint on her makes me fucking feral. It looks too good, my hand marking her body .

I pick up my pace on the next four, increasing the pressure each time so when I use the paddle, she’s not as shocked. Emma grows increasingly wet with each spank, and on the eighth spank, I angle my hand so it hits the bottom of her ass and her pussy.

She lets out a loud yelp before she counts the number.

By the time I get to ten, I’m tempted to end the punishment here so I can fuck her.

Until I hear her hiccup and take in a shuddering breath.

When I see her face, there are tears streaming down her cheeks.

“Emma? What’s your color, Dulzura ?” I ask quietly. I’ve had subs cry during impact play before. Usually, it’s a cathartic release. They have a safe place to cry, and they know I won’t judge them. For some of them, it’s even been their goal. Other times, it’s been a sign we need to pause the scene.

But Emma’s tears gut me. If she had tears running down her face while choking on my cock, that’s one thing, but I never want to bring her pain to the point of tears. Only pleasure.

“G-green, Sir. I-I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m crying.”

I rub a hand down her back to soothe her. “No need to apologize, honey. Are you sure your color is green? We can stop any time.”

Emma takes in a shuddering breath. “I’m sure, Sir. I want to continue.”

“Okay. Feel whatever you need to feel, Dulzura . The paddle will feel different than my hand, so tell me if you need to stop.”

She simply nods, so I pick up the paddle and place a hand on her hip to brace her. With a loud thwack the paddle meets the flesh of her ass, and she gasps as she picks up where she left off counting.