Scar (13 page)
Authors: Kassanna
“What are you up to?” She spoke against her arm.
“Your pleasure and punishment.”
She felt his tongue travel up the back of her leg and tried to jerk away.
The bed dipped where he crawled between her legs. His lips brushed her ass cheeks. Then she felt the sting of his palm as he spanked her. Cream flooded her pussy. The crack of skin hitting skin broke the quiet as he slapped her butt again. She wiggled and the chains chimed. Alternating between the left and right cheek, he struck a few more times. The skin on 84
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her ass was a bundle of nerves with a direct link to her clit. Every move she made caused her to rub her rigid nipples on the soft sheets beneath her.
“If you release your hands, I’ll stop.” He slid a finger down her butt crack. “Now that you’ve gotten your spanking… Have you ever been taken here?”
“No.”
“It’s time for your pleasure. I promise to be gentle.” His tongue followed his finger.
The tactile sensations of his rough tongue sliding over her sensitive skin sent shivers down her spine. She tightened her grip on the bars when she felt him spread her butt cheeks. He dipped his fingers between nether lips and traced her wet folds with his digits. Sliding them up to circle her rosebud, he pressed against the tight muscle with his fingertip. Fre tried to pull her body away from his probing digits. He nipped on her ass, then soothed the sting away with a lick.
Kissing her star, he worked his tongue over it. She humped air, her nails dug into her hands, and her damp palms slipped down the metal rods. He slipped one finger into her soaked passage. She flexed her vaginal muscles, undulating around his digit. He pushed his tongue harder. She felt his nails cutting into the soft skin of her pelvis. He slid his fingers out of her, working them in tandem with his mouth. She shook the headboard, lifting her torso off the mattress. The manacles rocked the footboard as she scissored her legs. A quick series of strikes to her ass cheeks stilled her. His lips brushed them and she felt his teeth scrub the spot. She threw her head back and yowled. The pleasure-pain sound bounced along the walls.
Rhys crawled up her body, and she felt his cock slide between her labia. He pushed her hair to the side and sucked on the spot where her shoulders met her neck. Trailing his fingers along her temple, he ran his tongue along the shell of her ear.
“I know you’re mine. You know it. After tonight, there will be no 85
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doubt in anyone’s mind as to who you belong to.” He rose up and cool air washed over her sweat-coated skin. She felt him push his shaft against her pucker. Her heartbeat sped up as she tried to breathe through her mouth, willing herself to relax. The crown of his cock slipped past the tight ring of muscle and he stopped, giving her time to adjust. Whimpers escaped her. He gripped her shoulder and pushed into her in increments. Her biceps strained as she held her body aloft and pushed back to fully seat him. She felt full. A multitude of feelings swirled within her—trust, pleasure, love. Her knees created deep craters in the mattress. The light dusting of hair on his thighs tickled the inside of hers. When he pulled out, she felt empty. He drove into her again.
Rhys covered her back as he created a rhythm. He slid his arms under hers and cupped her breasts in his hands, pinching her nipples between his thumb and index finger. She felt the familiar thickening of his dick. Fre threw her head back and thrashed it on his collarbone. He moved a hand to her throat and held her in place. Sliding his other hand down to slip into her pussy, he pressed a finger past her labia and circled her clit. All around them, she saw bursts of vibrant colors. Still sliding his shaft in and out of her ass, he pressed down on her clit and her world shattered, the colors broke, and she fell into a deep void of darkness. Cresting on the first orgasm, she felt his teeth pierce her skin and a second orgasm ripped through her. He lifted his head and growled, snapping his jaws. Cream pooled within her cleft and her body shook. She let go of the headboard, collapsing in a heap beneath him. He fell to the side, connected to her by the knot in his shaft.
He tugged her close, spooning her, the chains attached to her ankles clattering. Fre laid her head on his arm. She drifted off to sleep listening to his words as he breathed them into her ear. “I will always take care of you.”
The End.
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