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“Yes, Master, I was just about to come when the doors opened. It felt so good, your tongue on me. It’s perfect.”

I chuckled; it sounded a little power-crazed even to my own ears. “And all that time you kept that treat from me. But let me tell you, from now on, when you’re submitting, I’ll lick your cunt whenever I damn well please, and actually sometimes even when we’re not playing. In fact…” A sudden thought caught me. “I might get inventive. Tongue fuck you on the way home, on the plane, or grab you when you’re doing this cooking you’re so keen on learning and lick you out from behind
, over the kitchen counter.”

She whimpered. The glass misted slightly. I took that to mean she liked th
ose ideas particularly. Oh, yes, indeed she did. I’d meandered further between her legs. She was hot with juice; her folds were heavy with lust and her clit so hard and swollen it had reared from its hood.

Shifting so the heel of my hand was in front of her, giving my fingers easy access to her clit, I held the paddle high.

“You’re going to have to multi-task,” I told her. “You’re going to get spanked raw with VP, shout out your ten words and come all at the same time.”

Whether she’d manage my request remained to be seen, but I knew she’d give it a damn good try. She wasn’t one for not rising to a challenge.

“You’re going to watch me paddle you,” I said. “You’ll see it all—my face, your face, your tits jiggling, my cock swaying.”

“Oh, God,” she whispered.

“Step away from the mirror a bit,” I said. “I don’t want you hurting yourself if you lurch forward.”

I moved
backwards so she could, too, and once she was far enough away that I was satisfied, I took a deep breath, readying myself to hit her ten times in succession while at the same time listening out for her safe word.

Not that she’d say it.
I’d bet
smitten
had never crossed her lips during a scene.

“Turn to the side and bend over,” I ordered. “And spread your legs a bit and put your hands on your knees to give yourself some stability. That’s it. Now look at yourself. See how your tits are dangling? See how fucking gorgeous they are? I could forego this spanking and take you from behind right now—up your damn fine arse or in your tight little cunt, I don’t mind—and grab those tits, squeeze them hard the way you like it, make you come.”

“But you won’t, Sir. You want to hit me.”

“I do, and I will.”

I stared at her reflection, at the dip of her back and the way her arse jutted out in the perfect position for what I was about to do to her. Every part of her backside was available, her cunt lips, too. I’d strike as close to them as I could so she’d feel the reverberation there, revel in the pleasure as it streaked up to her hole and skirted around it to her clit. I’d bet she could come just from being paddled.

“Are you ready, sub?” I asked, more than ready myself. My cock ached to the point of soreness. I stared down at it, thinking that those ten strikes I was going to apply to her sweet, perfect rump would put me at just the right point where I’d seriously be verging on coming.

“Yes, Sir. I want it now.
Now!
”

“Are you forgetting your role,
sub?
You’ll just have to wait a second or two. I’m going to take this ring off. I want to be ready to shove my cock into you and come hard and fast once your punishment is over. No fumbling with the ring in between. And I don’t want it holding back my cum, either.”

She moaned her frustration.

“You just moan away,” I said, balancing the paddle on her back. “And think about that paddle there and how it’s going to feel.” I reached down to slide one finger beneath the cock ring and carefully tugged free some of my hairs that had got caught. “And you know exactly how it’ll feel, don’t you? Sore and hot, beautiful and evil, all at the same time. You’ll want it harder but you won’t. You’ll want me to stop and you won’t. You’ll have no bloody idea,” I tugged the ring up then off my cock, “
what
you actually want.”

I tossed the ring away and reclaimed possession of the paddle. I stood behind her and rubbed my free hand over her arse cheeks, warming them a bit before I assaulted that delicate skin. She stared at me in the glass, willing with her eyes for me to get a move on. I stared back, telling her with mine I’d take my time if I damn well wanted to. But I didn’t want to. No, I needed an orgasm as much as she did. She licked her top lip, and I narrowed my eyes as I watched her to make sure she didn’t swipe anything off the bottom one.

“It’s still there, Sir,” she said.

“It had better be.”

We had a battle of wills then, glaring at one another, me thinking I was the Master, the one in control, when possibly, she wasn’t the sub at all here. Far from it confusing me, I was further aroused by it. Although I was the one holding the power and the supposed control, her challenging me the way she did when she was meant to be in sub mode…

Ah, she
was
a vixen, sly and calculating. I realised then exactly what she was up to. Goading me to become even more of a Master, pushing me to prove to her that I was running the show now. Her way of manipulating me to get exactly what she wanted.

And I loved that manipulation.

“If you think I’m going to get riled, Vixen, and take it out on your arse, giving you the harshest hits of your life because that’s what you’re after, think again.”

She glared harder, then whispered, “Bastard.”

“If you want it hard, sub, then beg for it.”

I trailed the paddle over her arse cheeks then flipped it on its side to drag it down the cleft, right to the very bottom. I prodded the edge of it into her slit, and she went, I was sure, to clamp her
mouth closed and must have remembered the pre-cum sitting there.

“This,” I said, jabbing at her cunt again, “is so needy, so bloody
greedy
, it seems wetter than it’s ever been. You can’t wait, can you?” I stroked it towards her clit, enjoying the fact she jolted at the contact. “No, you can’t wait. Just by that little reaction there I can tell. You want my cock inside you, don’t you? Ramming into you once I’ve scored your backside with my initials. Stretching you so you think you might split. And that stretch—one of your favourite things, isn’t it?”

I waited for her to start begging, and when she didn’t I continued, sure that she was on the threshold of giving in.

“That bud of yours, it’s throbbing, I’ll bet. You’re just about ready to let yourself go, to give in to pleasure and just have it ripple the hell through you. But you want the pain first—the pain that gets you off, gets you moving on the fast track to the ultimate ending. Just me making you come with the end of this paddle isn’t going to be enough—isn’t going to give you the orgasm you’re craving. You want the kind that’ll threaten to knock you sideways, and the only reason you won’t is because my fat cock will be inside your sopping wet cunt and I’ll be holding you upright.”

“Please…” she whispered.

“What was that, Vixen?” I circled the paddle over her right bum cheek. “I didn’t quite hear you.”

She narrowed her eyes, giving me such a stern glare that at one time I’d have shaken to my bones because of it. But I’d grown into my role, into
me
, who I am, and she didn’t have the ability to knock me to my foundations as easily as she’d been able to do before. The only way she could do that now was to say we were over.

And that wasn’t going to happen. I wouldn’t let it. Not again.

“Please, Sir,” she whispered, a little louder. “Give it to me. I
need
it, really need it.”

“Good girl. That’s all you had to do, all you had to say.”

I swiftly moved behind her and held her on one side of her waist then gave it to her full pelt, smacking her arse with my paddle, watching her flesh ripple with the contact. Before I could talk myself into giving her a breather in between, I raised my arm again and swung. The second shot connected, and I shifted my gaze from her body to her reflection. She watched me raise the paddle again and bring it down a third time.

“You’re not saying your words, sub,” I said. “I want them now, all at once. Do it.”

I whacked her again.

“
Collar. God. Hate. Love.”

“That’s not enough,” I said. “Yes, you’ve said the amount that match the number of whacks, but you’re supposed to say them all.” I hit her again, knowing I wasn’t playing by the rules either. I should have hit her ten times already by now, but her little bit of power play back there in the mirror had knocked me off course.

Was that what she’d intended?

You little…

I smacked her again. “You owe me two.”

“And you owe me four, Sir.
Cream. Piss.”

Cream, yes I liked that one.
I gave her arse my all, raining four stinging, hard whacks down on her in exactly the same place so the sting was more wicked, the burn more intense. If she wanted it to hurt so bad, she’d got it. My hair was damp against my forehead, and sweat dripped down my temples. Our gazes locked as I stared at her and waited for her to spew filth.

“
Bastards. Blood. Orgasm, fucking yes,
orgasms
, multiple fucking orgasms. Cum. Girl cum. Boy cum.”

“Good girl, keep going. Get it all out. Tell me what you love and what you hate.”

“Pain, I love pain. My mother, I hate. Cocks. Arseholes. Flowers. Flowers and wine and you and oh, oh…”

After a final, brutal whack
I launched the paddle across the room to the bed and gripped her waist with both hands. She panted, and I rammed into her cunt, jabbing relentlessly while looking into her reflected eyes. Her eyelashes fluttered, and I knew, from that and the incessant clutching rhythm of her channel on my cock that she was about to let go. She dug her nails into her legs beside her knees, the skin indenting from the pressure. Her hair swayed with the rhythm of my shunts, her tits following suit. I swooped my hands beneath her and grasped those tits, holding them in my palms and massaging them roughly. She keened, a low, strangled sound, and I knew I’d got her. I gave her breasts a couple more squeezes then gripped each nipple between a finger and thumb—and tweaked them so hard she released a hoarse, pleasure-filled cry.

“Oh, Sir, that’s it. Hard, like that.”

I pinched them harder, twisting them first one way then the other, tugging them downwards so they were distended. They looked beautiful, and it wasn’t lost on me that what I was doing was similar to what she’d done to my balls, stretching them, pulling them so taut they became numb.

My balls swirled with cum, as though it boiled and bubbled, ready to overflow at any moment. Pleasure-pain from the intensity of how hard I was sent knife
slashes of heat from my root to my tip. I throbbed so violently I went lightheaded, and all the while she watched me with that predatory gaze of hers, letting me know she was holding off deliberately, because she wanted me to come first, effectively making her the ‘winner’.

I pulled out abruptly and rested my cock in her arse cleft. I throbbed, wished I hadn’t taken the ring off, and tried to keep my mind off of coming. She wasn’t swift enough to hide her surprised expression at my action, and I hid a smile of victory. I took one hand from her nipple and reached down to rub four fingertips over her clit in a jerky circle, her wetness making it so easy to glide over her engorged spot.

“You want to play games?” I asked, taking my attention from the mirror to lick a slow strip of wetness up her spine.

I looked at her in the mirror again. She had her eyes closed, channelling, most probably, making her mind go elsewhere so
she
didn’t come. I frigged her harder, faster, feeling her clit throb beneath my touch.

“You need to come. Yeah, you need to come.”

She whimpered as though in defeat, and I plunged my cock back inside her, violating her hole, ravaging it, owning it because it was
mine.
Her walls spasmed around me, and, game or not, I was going to have to give in. I moved my hand from her clit and slapped her rosy arse cheek with my open hand, Vs and Ps peeking between my fingers. I gave her nipple a particularly hard pinch.

“I’m coming, Sir. Oh, God, I’m coming… Please, Sir, hit me again…”

And she
was
coming, the wetness of her soaking the hairs at the base of my dick. I barrelled into her, no mercy in me now, and took what I wanted, giving her what
she
wanted. I whacked her arse again—once, twice, three times—my palm stinging. The finger and thumb of my other hand on her nipple almost touched where I pinched her so tightly. I yanked down on her breast then let up, timing my torture with my rhythm inside her.

She opened her eyes and stared at me
in the mirror for a second, then scrunched them closed and pushed back into me, asking for more of me inside her. I reached down and added two fingers to the mix, stuffing them into her alongside my cock. The added tightness was all I needed, all she needed, and she cried out at the same time as me.