Cassandra blew out a long, low breath. It was fine, barely any heat to it. No worse than using stimulating lube on a plug.
“That’s it, open up, take it all,” he said, easing the wet ginger farther into her.
“Mmm… Yes…” she said, enjoying the filling and his attention. “Yes...”
“The burn will build,” he said.
“Okay.” She could handle this fine, it had to be nearly in now, her rim was stretched…
Her rim was… On fucking fire.
“Oh, Jesus,” she said, squirming. “Bloody hell…”
“It’s okay,” he said, pressing it in some more.
Her ass was scorching hot, and the temperature was mounting, not just her hole but inside. It was like nothing she’d ever felt before. White fingers of electricity were splintering through her.
“Oh, oh, Sir…” she said, shifting to look at the opposite wall. Would she be able to handle this?
“It’s in, good girl.” He stood, came to her head and gently stroked her hair. “Cass, look at me.”
She was panting. It was as if real flames were licking over her ass, in her ass. “Oh, God.”
“It will build and build, for about two minutes, then stay intense for five. Then it will fade.”
“I don’t know if…” She shifted her feet, raised her hips off the table then set them down.
Perhaps she could dislodge the damn thing.
“What? You don’t know what?” He kissed the tip of her nose. The touch so soft in comparison to the powerful sensations she was experiencing down below.
“If I can take it…Oh…”
“Of course you can, turn the heat to pleasure. Capture it the way you do pain.”
“It is pain… Sir…” She sucked in a breath and stared at him. “It is pain.”
“It’s good pain, pain you crave.”
“Ohh…” She rubbed her mound onto the table, stimulating her clit. That would be a way of handling the intensity that had her safeword forming in her mouth.
“Stick with it.” His voice was stern. “I’ll help you.”
“I need to come.”
“You will, soon.” He straightened and pulled in a deep breath that expanded his chest. “Soon enough.”
He pressed his hand into the small of her back, pinning her to the table and stopping her from thrusting her hips up and down. “But first this.”
A thwack rained down on Cassandra’s right buttock.
“Argh…” She’d clenched as he’d hit, the flames roaring even higher inside her. “Oh…my…God.”
“Take it.” There was excitement in his voice. He was loving this. Seeing her like this, on the edge.
He hit again.
Once more Cassandra clenched. It was instinctual. The ginger played havoc inside her. How much more could she take?
Sir began to slap her with vigor. A steady pounding rhythm alternating between buttocks, which was his preferred way to administer spankings.
Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.
Each time he hit, Cassandra squeezed her anus around the root and rubbed her clitoris on the table. Pain blurred her vision and she folded in on herself, losing herself in the bright lights behind her eyelids.
The hits all merged into one, layering the pain from deep and massaging to sharp and stingy. It was a feeling she craved, a state she longed for and needed.
But the ginger. Oh, that was a whole new layer of pain. Heat like she’d never experienced.
“Yes, yes, yes…” Sir said, breathlessly. “More.” He upped the speed with which his hand connected with her ass.
She was being bashed almost violently against the table, her heart rate was racing, her breath hard to catch between smacks.
On and on the blows came. The sound of his hand clapping against her skin became one long rain of noise.
Cassandra needed to come. She whimpered, the sensations overtaking her.
“Yes, baby, I know.” Suddenly the hitting stopped.
Cassandra found herself turned onto her back and staring at the ceiling. Her limbs were tense but somehow weak. But it was okay because Sir was in control.
Her ass cheeks throbbed and her rim stung, but the heat had steadied to a simmer, not building anymore but still very intense.
Sir put her knees over his shoulders and sat on the chair again. He buried his face between her legs and shoved his tongue into her soaking entrance.
“Oh, please…” Cassandra said, reaching for his hair and gripping it. “Please, I need to…”
“I know what you need,” he growled.
“Yes… Ah, yes…”
He flicked over her clit, his tongue a strong, steady pressure. He wriggled two fingers into her pussy and fucked her with them.
That was what she needed, yes. More of him. More stimulation to topple her into ecstasy.
Her blood was awash with pain hormones and lust. It was so good, how could she have thought about safewording? The ginger was perfect.
She tensed her belly as an orgasm raced toward her.
Suddenly he lifted up.
“Oh, no…” Now was not the time for orgasm denial, not when they were playing such a new game. “Please, Sir, I want you.”
“And I want you.” He stood, placed her lower legs over his shoulders then shoved one-handedly at his jeans. His cock sprang out, hard and thick, the end shiny with pre-cum.
“Please,” Cassandra moaned. She felt delirious, high on desire, like her body would ignite with frustration if she didn’t get what she needed soon.
He loomed over her, bending her double so her knees were up by her chest. “I’m going to fuck you now, baby,” he said onto her lips.
“Yes, now…”
He shifted his hips, placed his cock head at her entrance, then shoved in.
Cassandra cried out. She was already full, full of ginger, which made the space for Sir’s cock constricted.
But it felt so good, more than good, incredible to have him drive deep.
“Ah yeah,” he said. “All evening this is where I’ve wanted to be. Fucking my spanked, ginger-figged sub.”
“Yes, oh yes, more, Sir…”
He gave it, thrusting his hips wildly and bashing them both up the table. Cassandra clung to his upper arms. Her hips ached but that was nothing. She liked him folding her up like this and fucking her. It made her feel tiny and helpless, and not only that his cock nudged her cervix creating a dense sensation that always led to a super-strong climax.
“Are you hot inside?” he asked through clenched teeth.
“Yes, yes, so hot.”
He reached down and grabbed her sore, smarting right buttock. He squeezed it hard. Pain shot through Cassandra’s pelvis, thrumming against her clit and filling her pussy.
“Come,” he gasped. “I’m coming, come with me.”
“I am...” She allowed the orgasm to grip her with a fury that scared her for a moment. It went so high, on for so long, then she spiraled into ecstasy.
Sir came with her. His cock releasing pleasure deep into her body.
“Holy fucking hell…” he gasped.
He claimed her mouth, shoving his tongue in the way he was shoving his cock into her pussy. Cassandra clung to him as her internal muscles hugged his pulsating shaft. It was hard to breathe but she didn’t care. Feeling his pleasure spun her into a higher state of being, it thrilled her and completed her satisfaction. It made her feel whole.