Stronghold (Stronghold 1) (41 page)

Every part of her body ached to
be touched, and yet she was content as long as he was.

"Fuuuck... Angel... I'm
gonna cum..."

She recognized it for the warning
that it was; he wasn't going to give her the option of pulling away this time,
he wanted her to swallow him.  And she wanted it too.  His hips
thrust, much less gently than they had been, and they were working in tandem
now rather than it being her efforts alone.  Tears sparked in her eyes as
his cock pushed at the back of her throat and she pushed down the instinct to
gag and did her best to accept him into that tight space. 

Whimpers worked their way around
his cock as she sucked hard, eagerly.  She could feel his cock pulse
against her tongue and then hot fluid was coating the back of her throat.
 Swallowing convulsively, she closed her eyes and held on as she suckled
his orgasm, milking him for every last drop.

Finally his groans and heavy
breathing slowed, his hands relaxing on her head as his cock began to slowly shrink
inside of her mouth.  She could breathe again, but she was reluctant to
let him go.

A low chuckle made her open her
eyes and look up at him, her lips still firmly wrapped around his base. 

Adam tapped her hand.  
Oops.  Both of
her hands were wrapped around his legs again, nails digging into the backs of
his thighs, as if she'd been trying to drag him deeper into her mouth.

"You are both a very good,
and a very bad girl."

The look on Angel’s face was of conflicted
desire as his cock finally fell from her lips.  Immediately he missed the
warmth, and at the same time, he loved seeing the turmoil in her full
expression and the way she nervously flicked her tongue out along her lower
lip. 

"Sorry..."  Her
hands fluttered away from his thighs.  "I don't know why...
Sorry."

Hiding his smile, because he
really had enjoyed the way she'd clutched at him while she'd been swallowing
him down, Adam just shook his head.  "So you've built up a small pile
of punishments already, sweetheart.  Calling your Dom names, disobeying
orders..."

"I didn't mean to!
 Well, okay, I did mean to call you names but I didn't know I wasn't
supposed to.  You never told me not to."

The best part was, she really
wasn't trying to be a brat and gain more punishment by arguing.  He could
tell.  No, she was genuinely trying to talk him out of it, and from the
way she was squirming, he was pretty sure it was because she wanted an orgasm,
not a spanking.  Well he was fully prepared to give her both.  

"Stand up," he said,
holding out his hand in case she needed assistance.  She took it, even
though he could tell she didn't really need it.  "Take off your
jeans."

As she was doing so, he finished
taking off his as well, leaving him standing naked while he looked over her
matching bra and panties.  She'd been surprisingly graceful taking off her
jeans, definitely positioning herself to give him the best view of her butt.
 The firm curves were not entirely covered by the thin fabric of her
underwear, which he had to admit was one of his favorite looks if a woman
wasn't wearing a thong.  Or nothing at all.

Sitting down on the edge of his
bed, he held out his hand.  "Come here, Angel."

Her face reddened as his eyes
swept over her nearly bared body, but she reached out and took his hand.
 The little squeak that she gave as he tugged her quickly down over his
lap was too cute for words.  

"Lovely," he murmured,
running his hand over the purple fabric stretched over the cheeks of her ass.
 It was soft cotton, closely fitted to her skin but without digging into
it.  

"Um... thanks."
 Angel peeked at him through the cloud of hair that was covering her face
and he chuckled, rubbing the rounded curve of her butt a little harder with his
hand, squeezing her cheeks.  With a little moan, she wiggled her bottom at
him, her body asking for more.  

"So.  Twenty for moving
your hands after I told you not to, fourteen for the seven names that you
called me, and ten for trying to argue your way out of those fourteen."

"But-!"

"You want more?"
 His hand tapped threateningly on her bottom and she immediately fell
silent.  "Respect is always important, and I shouldn't have to tell
you not to call me names."  Try as he might, he couldn't entirely
keep the amusement out of his voice and he felt Angel relax over his lap.
 Which was good.  He wasn't going to give her a very hard spanking,
just enough to heat her bottom to a nice bright pink.  And he was quite
sure that she was going to enjoy it.

Mostly.

"So why are you getting a
spanking, sweetheart?"

Angel groaned and wiggled her
bottom, but he just left his hand resting there, waiting for her answer.
 She sighed.  

"For moving my hands,
calling you names and trying to avoid a spanking," she said softly.
 Her head twisted around, her bright amber eyes wide and innocent.
 "But I really didn't mean to move my hands, I didn't even notice
that I had."

"Well then it will be good
for you to work on it," he said sternly.  She let out another little
huff of air and twisted her neck back around, laying quiescent over his lap.
 "You'd better keep them in place now, grip my quilt if you have
to." 

Waiting until she'd bunched the
fabric into two tight little fists, Adam raised his hand as she tensed,
anticipating the blow. 

"Relax.  And count each
one."

A deep breath and she did as he
commanded, a feeling of delighted power rushing through him.  

SMACK!

"Oh!"  There was
more surprise in her voice than anything else.  He hadn't hit hard, just
enough to sting.  "One."

"Good girl."

SMACK!

"Two."

By the time she got to ten, her
voice was becoming a little more strained.  Now that she was warmed up,
the skin of her bottom slightly pinker than the rest of her, he felt able to
begin to spank her a little harder, knowing that it would still be enjoyable.
 

"What color are you at,
Angel?"  His fingers drifted down to where her panties were covering
her bare pussy lips, teasing the outer lips of her labia through the wet
fabric. 

"Green, Sir."  The
breathy response was accompanied by a little wiggle of her bottom, seeking out
more touch from his fingers.  She whimpered a little as he pulled them
away instead and returned his hand to the warmed skin of her ass.  

SMACK!

"Eleven!"

His cock was already beginning to
swell again and she counted out each slap, her body rocking against him.
 Not because she wanted to get away from it, but because she desperately
wanted to rub her clit against his thigh and she wasn't in quite the right
position to be able to do so.

SMACK!

"Twelve!"

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Thirteen, fourteen,
fifteen!"  She sounded almost breathless at the end of that little
salvo.  Adam rubbed his hand roughly over her bottom again; he loved
watching her flesh jiggle and move. 

When he reached twenty, Angel was
squirming a lot more, moaning a little with every slap.  He could tell
that the spanking was starting to hurt, but that she was also more and more
aroused by it. 

"Good girl.  That was
the first set." 

Admiring the rosy pink of her
bottom and how it contrasted with the deep purple of her panties, Adam decided
he wanted to do the next two sets on her bare bottom.  Not that it would
really change the sensation level for her; that thin fabric was absolutely no
protection from his palm, but he knew that it would add a certain fillip to the
second part of the spanking.

******

This was so much more intimate
than being on the spanking bench at Stronghold, and not just because no one
else was around and they were in Adam's bedroom.  Angel had never been
across a man's lap before, never felt a man's cock beginning to harden against
her side as he spanked her, and never wondered how much of her body a man in
Adam's position could see.  She hoped it was just her bottom, because the
idea that he could see how soaked through the crotch of her panties were just
seemed embarrassing.  

Why?  No idea.  Innate
modesty?  Something that had never bothered her before, but then again
she'd never felt this kind of vulnerability before either.

Then he started pulling down her
panties and she moaned, both embarrassed and aroused, as she knew there was no
way he could miss how freaking turned on she was by this.  And somehow,
the embarrassment just got her hotter.  She knew that she wasn't into
humiliation, but being embarrassed over Adam knowing that he'd gotten her hot
with a spanking?  Yeah, that revved her engine even more, despite the fact
that it also made her want to sink into the floor.

The one nice thing about this
position was that he couldn't see how beet red her face got when he chuckled
and ran his finger up the lips of her sopping wet pussy.

"Hmmm... it seems as though
you're enjoying this a little too much for it to be a punishment," he
said, swirling his finger around her wet flesh.  Angel moaned and clutched
at his quilt even tighter, unable to stop herself from following the movements
of his finger.  She gasped when his other hand squeezed her ass hard,
igniting little sparks - not quite painful, it was more like little
pleasurable, stinging bites against her skin.  "I guess I'll just
have to make sure these next ones are harder."

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Angel cried out, her hips lifting
up and down as if asking for more; every muscle in her legs tensed and relaxed,
trying to ameliorate the painful slaps on already sensitized skin.  In
complete opposition to the painful spanking, her pussy got even wetter.

"Keep counting, Angel, or
I'm going to start over."

"Twenty-one, twenty-two,
twenty-three, twenty-four," she said quickly, her voice catching a bit.

The heat seemed like it was
growing, both along the top of her skin and between her legs.  Adam's dick
was growing harder as well, pressing into her side, and she desperately wanted
to turn and rub herself against it, to relieve some of the pressure that was
building up inside of her.  

The spanking hurt more than she'd
imagined when she'd just been reading and fantasizing about experiencing it,
and unlike when she was over the bench at Stronghold, she was having trouble
losing herself into a haze of lust.  Maybe it was because Adam was pressed
so close to her, maybe it was because he kept changing the rhythm of his slaps,
or maybe it was because he was making her count, but she was completely present
in the moment rather than losing herself in it.  

He started a pattern down each of
her buttocks, from the top of the curve down to her sensitive sit-spot, and as
he got closer and closer to her pussy it hurt more and it made her want his
touch more.  The counting kept her focused, the heat made her want to
writhe.  Trying to rub herself against his thigh didn't quite work because
she didn't quite have the right angle.

Feverishly she wondered if she
would have better luck at rubbing her clit against him if her head was towards
the floor, rather than having her upper body laid across his bed.  Had he
done that on purpose?  She definitely wouldn't put him past him.

Tears sparked in her eyes, both
of the mingled pleasure and pain and from her sexual frustration.  The
spanking hurt, wonderfully, horribly, and she was so confused as to whether she
wanted him to stop or to keep going forever.  Each blow made her butt
tingle and sting, but it was followed by a warmth, a glow, that heated up her
insides until she was twisting her hands in his quilt just to keep herself from
going for her pussy.  

It didn't help that her breasts
were still covered by her bra either.  Her nipples were aching for some
kind of contact, but she couldn't even rub them against the nubby fabric of his
quilt.  Maybe the spanking wasn't the real punishment, maybe making her
ready to climb walls in order to have an orgasm was.

"Thirty-three!"

SMACK!

"Thirty-four!"

Only ten more to go, she thought,
clinging to the quilt.  Ten more and... he'd said she was a bad girl and a
good girl.  If this was what bad girls got, then hopefully she would get a
good girl's just desserts afterwards.

"Last ten.  What color
are you at, Angel?"

"Green, Sir."
 Funny, that her color for feeling good was green, when her ass was being
turned red.  At least it felt red.  Hot and red and making her
insides oh so very needy.

SMACK!

"Thirty-five!" 

Adam began spanking her faster,
as if working his way to a grand finale, each blow coming down a little bit
harder and working its way towards her needy core.  Her body throbbed,
torn, wanting more and yet concerned about taking any serious pain... as if of
their own volition her legs spread, giving him access to her pussy as his hand
came closer and closer.

Would he spank her there?
 Or was he only teasing her again?  And which did she want it to be?

"Forty!"

SMACK!

"Forty-one!"

SMACK!

"Forty-two!"

THWAP!

Angel cried out.  His hand
hadn't come down nearly as hard, but it had come down with absolutely
precision, squarely onto her splayed pussy.  Her body jerked, the spasm
going through her was as much pleasure as it was pain.  Fire... heat...
and the strange revelation that if he kept doing that she was going to
cum. 

"Forty-three!" she managed
to gasp out when he cleared his throat and reminded her that she was supposed
to be counting.  

Her head felt fuzzy.  Like a
radio station with too much static.  Adrenaline, endorphins and fifty different
kinds of sexy crazy were running through her veins.  

THWAP!

"Forty-four!"

It felt like everything inside of her tilted
and strained, her inner muscles clenching as she approached orgasm and was left
clawing for the edge of the cliff.  The blow had landed directly where the
last one had, leaving her pussy lips stinging and unfulfilled.

She let out a frustrated scream.

And ended up on her back in the center of
Adam's bed, one of his hands underneath her, making her arch up her breasts...
and then they were free.  Since his other hand was firmly planted on the
mattress next to her, she knew that he'd undone her bra with one hand.