Delightful.
She slid the lace over her skin, the edges of it dragging, and then stood in front of him and gazed at her feet with her hands clasped in front of her.
Tristan snagged a pencil from the desk and lifted her chin with the eraser end. “Chin up, looking forward or only slightly down and to the side, and cross your wrists behind your back.”
She moved her hands, exposing the softness of her breasts and the curve of her waist. Then her hands moved behind her back, pulling her shoulders back and lifting her breasts.
Even more delightful.
“Good. Across my lap now.”
She gingerly arranged herself over his spread knees, her naked body sliding over his clothes.
Oh, the torture of restraint. Who was punishing whom here?
Tristan said, “I told you last time I gave you a spanking that I would love to see your pretty ass paddled pink and sore, until you looked up at me with weepy eyes. And here we are, princess. I warned you. I guess it’s going to take you several punishments to learn to be my good girl.”
Her dark hair slid over her bare shoulders as she nodded. “Yes, please.”
Well, that was interesting.
To begin, he palmed the soft globes of her ass, massaging and tickling between her legs just enough to keep her interested. Then he started the spanking with a few of his hardest swats, his hand open and flat as he cracked his palm on the skin of her derriere.
She whimpered and squirmed on his lap with each spank, her voluptuous breasts and stomach rubbing on his trousers and dick.
Every wiggle of her body on his groin aroused him, and he began to see the attraction of being a brat tamer.
Constant provocation was not Tristan’s thing, though. The tender, quiet devotion of a Dom and a little was more interesting for him.
After a few hard, sharp blows that left pink handprints on Colleen’s skin and her breath caught between each tiny cry, he dialed back his power by half.
The point of starting hard and then lightening each stroke was to make each succeeding swat hurt less compared to how it began. People can take a lot of punishment that way because it’s less than it was, and subs usually viewed stamina as a source of pride. Some submissives saw punishment as beating the wrong parts out of them. Some thought of it as an almost religious sacrifice if their Dom was a sadist.
If you wanted to torture someone, you started light and increased the power of each blow so that each hit was the worst one, and they feared the increasing pain. Only a true masochist liked that.
He kept it at the half-level for a bit, spanking her rear until every inch of her ass and the tops of her thighs was a luscious dark pink, marking her skin as his. And he delved between her legs to caress her clit or slip his finger inside her a few times, bringing her almost to the point of climax.
And then he stopped and spanked her hard, turning her stifled moans to pitiful whimpers again.
If she required more punishments, he might eventually be able to make her come just with spanking. His head spun from the idea, and he inhaled hard through his nose and swatted her again.
She wiggled with every slap, her naked flesh separated from his dick only by fabric. The tension was becoming unbearable.
“Enough.” He shoved her off his lap, and she flailed and fell to the floor to crouch at his feet. As he unbuckled his belt, he said, “On your knees.”
Colleen scrambled to her knees. Faint black rivulets of mascara traced where the tears had smeared her cheeks.
Tristan growled as he retrieved a condom from his briefcase, “Do you remember the hand signal for your safe words?”
Colleen looked away like she was embarrassed, and she twiddled her earlobes with her fingers before grabbing her hands behind her back.
He unzipped his fly and flopped his cock out, slapping the condom on and angling it at her lips. Then, with his thumb, he pushed on her chin, opening her mouth.
Her jaw opened easily, and Colleen looked up at him as if she were helpless.
A brat would fight that, forcing him to wrestle her. Excellent.
He jabbed his cock into her mouth and throat, shoving it in and only pulling back enough to let her breathe. This was a punishment and he could do anything he wanted to her, so he did. He wrapped her hair around his fists and fucked her face.
When he came, the ecstatic snap and shudder blanked his mind, and his knees trembled as his balls pumped into the condom.
He was leaning on the desk, gasping, and then he pulled back to let her go.
He got rid of the condom and then looked back at her.
Colleen had rocked back on her feet, a small smile playing on her mouth.
He’d get rid of that. “On the bed. Face in the pillow. Ass in the air.”
She looked up at him with her lips parted, startled.
That was more like it.
“Now.”
23
Mine
Tristan
Tristan watched Colleen walk over to her mattress on the floor, glancing back at him nervously the whole way, even though it was just a few steps in the tiny apartment. She knelt on the bed and then arranged the pillow before she settled down just as he’d told her to.
He was going to be so amped by the time this was over that he would be able to write code without sleeping for a week, which was probably what it was going to take to finish the program that would wipe Colleen off the internet.
He walked toward her, dragging his feet over the carpeting so she would be able to hear him coming. He knelt on the mattress, bending it under his knees so she could feel that, too. “Knees wider.”
She spread her thighs but kept her face in the pillow.
Her ass was still paddled pink, and the sallow remnants of a bruise marked the inside of one of her thighs. The skin between her legs was dark pink and glistening, dew clinging to the softest flesh of her folds, already wet for him.
His blood raced through his veins and was already rushing to his dick again, stretching it and weighing it down.
Not yet.
He spread his fingers over her hips and bent to lick her, a long, deep glide of his tongue through her folds, and then he used his lips and his tongue to suck and caress and eat her until she was gasping, nearly standing on her head and her toes as he pushed at her.
And he stopped.
She was trembling, and then she collapsed, sobbing.
Because this was punishment. “On your knees. Ass up.”
She slowly crawled to her knees, still weeping piteously whilst he rolled another condom onto himself. They were going through these at an alarming rate. He might need a drugstore delivery soon. He drove his cock into her and took her long and hard, not letting her legs close to rub her clit.
Orgasm denial is a tough kink, but someone had to do it.
And tomorrow, she’d come like fireworks from all this tension and no release.
He licked his thumb and rubbed it over her tight little asshole. “I will take you here someday. I will.”
Just as her sobs were turning to moans because there were nerve endings there, too, he stopped and bucked into her, slamming his groin against the rosy skin of her ass until his balls tightened and he came again, a white-out blast that ripped through his mind and destroyed him. He dug his fingers into her hips as he mindlessly jammed himself into her, a raging animal, until the violent delight dissipated and he was spent.
He braced himself with his hands on her back, gasping as sweat rolled off his cheekbones and nose and dripped onto her.