Her shallow breathing made her voice come out in a whisper. “Yes, Sir.”
Oh, he loved it when she called him that. Would love it even more when she called him Master. “I’m going to take my belt off and spank you.” Her pulse jumped underneath his fingertips, and he swore he could smell a surge in her arousal. “If you take your punishment like a good girl, I’ll reward you. If you disobey me and fight it, we’ll start all over again. Do you understand?”
“I-I… Sir…” She glanced up at him, his finger still on her pulse as panic filled those pretty eyes.
“Little flame, I’m not going to do any of the things you put on your hard list.” He leaned over her and rested his cock between the silk-covered globes of her ass and bit the side of her neck hard enough to hurt. She gasped and thrust her butt at him, rubbing it against his dick as he continued to nibble and lick away the sting. He pulled back and whispered in her ear, “I’ve found a bit of pain, done in the right way with the right woman, can make her orgasm like she never has before.”
“Oh my. Yes, Sir.”
He regretfully moved away from the fullness of her ass and promised himself that someday he would shove his cock in there while she came. But not today. He slowly slid the belt from the loops around his waist and slapped the leather against his palm. She jumped but quickly placed her hands back on the hood.
“I want you to try to relax. Let your muscles go loose and accept the kiss of my belt, accept that I’m going to be touching you soon, stroking my body over your skin, warmed from your punishment, and dipping my fingers into your wet cunt.”
The first gentle strike of leather against the bottom of her butt cheeks made her flinch, then relax. He followed with another slap to her left thigh, then her right, working her and waking up her nerve endings. She responded beautifully, holding still for him as her hands clenched into fists on the hood of the car.
“Now put your hand between those pretty legs and play with yourself.”
She flinched, the fair skin of her bottom and thighs red from his strikes. When she just placed her hand between her legs and gave a token stroke, he decided it was time Tanwen learned the price of disobeying his wishes.
The next strike of the belt straight across her bottom gave a satisfying crack that silenced the singing of the birds and allowed him to hear her yelp, then a gasp and soft moan. With his free hand, he cupped his fingers over hers and pressed her palm against her mound. To his delight, her panties were soaking wet with her arousal. When her hand moved beneath his, stroking herself, he smiled.
“That’s a good girl.” He traced the delicate bones of her hand, enjoying the silk of her skin. “Stroke that pretty pussy, but you may not orgasm.”
She stiffened, and he waited to see if she would argue with him. Excitement lit his blood as he allowed himself the pleasure of running his hand over her bottom. She tilted her hips into his touch and made a little mewling sound that drew his balls up tight. She widened her stance until most of her weight was supported by the Corvette. Gravel crunched beneath his boots as he leaned back enough to enjoy the view.
She’d moved aside her panties, and with her skirts pushed up around her waist, he had a glimpse of hot pink flesh and red curls that glistened with her juices. He hadn’t told her to but decided to let her mistake go as he couldn’t find the strength to deny himself the sight of her wet cunt. A nice, full pussy with inner lips that protruded out, begging to be sucked. Her cheek pressed against the hood, showing him her profile as she closed her eyes and moaned. She brought the hand that wasn’t busy teasing her pussy to her mouth, biting her knuckle as her hips began to rock in earnest to her touch.
While he didn’t know her well enough to read her personal signals, he had enough experience with women to know when one was close to orgasm. After he told her not to. He debated stopping her but decided to egg her on, to see if she would come against his wishes. When she did—and he had no doubt she would as she rubbed her clit in increasingly hard motions—she would pay the price for disobeying him.
With that plan in mind, he decided to play the devil’s advocate and push her over the edge. She seemed to like dirty talk, and swear words definitely hit a hot button with her. He stepped closer and trailed the belt over her body, giving her little slaps here and there, little stinging kisses of leather. “That is a lovely cunt you have, Ms. Evans. Tight, wet, and begging for my cock to ram inside of it. For my balls to slap against your ass while I fuck you.”
She moaned and went to her tiptoes, the car rocking slightly with the motion of her hips as she began to finger fuck herself in earnest. Her other hand joined the first, and he knelt behind her, his face level with her pussy, watching how she worked herself. With the froth of her skirts framing her body, she reminded him of some kind of sweet candy surrounded by its wrapper. Her inner thighs shone with her cream, but he didn’t dare take a taste. As it was, his self-control hung by a string and his cock felt as if it was going to explode in his pants.
Her body tensed, thigh muscles trembling as she frantically worked herself. He took a deep breath of her musk, pulling the smell of delicious pussy deep into his body. “You have a rather big clit, Ms. Evans. Right now it’s sticking out, swollen and stiff, begging me to suck it. Would you like that? Do you want my mouth on your pussy, licking you while you come all over my face?”
He quickly stood and waited for the first contraction of her orgasm. Sure enough, her body bucked against her fingers, and he was surprised to find out his little flame was a screamer. She held nothing back, her delicious cries ringing across the forest as she came. He put some force behind his hand and began to spank as she came and came.
“I told you not to orgasm.” Smack. “You disobeyed me.” Smack. “Willful sub.” Smack.
Her hands fisted on the hood, and she tossed her hair back, a blazing sheet of embers in the late-afternoon light. “I’m sorry, Sir. I thought—”
“You don’t think.” Smack. “You obey my wishes in all things.” A softer spank now, lower on her bottom, on the tender curve where the thigh met the buttock. “You exist for my pleasure.” He gave his final slap directly on her pussy and enjoyed the gratifying yelp of pain. He had a small sadistic streak, especially when a sub responded to pain. Oh how he would enjoy finding this woman’s limits and pushing her beyond them. To teach her how the fire of submission could burn away everything until she became a phoenix in truth.
Chapter Four
Tanwen cried out as the last spank hit her swollen flesh. Her clit still throbbed with her hard orgasm, and the smack sent bolts of pain through her pussy that faded into a pounding warmth. Darn that man, he’d made her disobey him, made her orgasm. She had totally forgotten his demand when he began to speak to her in that wonderfully deep voice, telling her all those naughty things that lit her on fire from the inside out.
She was jerked out of her thoughts when he pulled her off the hood and wrapped his arms around her. The evidence of his arousal dug into her backside like an iron bar, and she wiggled against him. It was nice to know he wasn’t as unaffected as he pretended to be. She’d never been with a man with so much self-control, and it drove her crazy. Made her want to watch him take his pleasure with her.
Normally the knowledge of the kinky things he’d just done to her, that she had willingly participated in, would have brought an arousal-killing shame. But because this was VR, it didn’t really count. She could do anything she wanted, be as wanton as she’d always dreamed without any of the embarrassment. A sense of freedom followed on the heels of her realization and sent a shudder through her body that caused Bryan to growl in approval.