“So sexy, mon petit jouet très sale. You should see the way your body begs for the plug, just the way you’ll beg for my cock. You can’t wait to take me there, can you, bébé?”
Deliberately, he slowed his fingers down, sliding them from her pussy, trailing them over her clit, flicking hard so she cried out, and then removing them altogether.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Yes, what? Answer me in a full sentence.” He was relentless. After all, this was a punishment and she was enjoying it far too much.
“Yes, I can’t wait to take your cock there.”
He flicked her clit again and shoved the plug all the way in, at the same time pushing two fingers deep in her entrance. Instantly he was flooded with hot liquid. She cried out, her hips bucking.
“You’re so hungry for my cock.”
He laughed and began to pepper her bottom with hard smacks. He loved spanking her with his hands. The way her body responded, the way her skin turned color, the moans and pleas for more, all of it drove the blood to his groin, and made him hotter than hell. He warmed her up slowly, enjoying the way her skin turned color, matching his rhythm to the wild storm, listening carefully to her little cries and paying close attention to the signs her body gave him. He wanted her close, very close, but he wasn’t going to allow her to get off. Not yet. She had a long night ahead of her.
Elie waited until Brielle’s body was coiled tight and she was shaking before he halted the spanking and stepped back, reaching for her shoulders to pull her into a standing position. He had to hold her up, she was so weak with arousal. He wrapped his arm around her waist and allowed her to lean on him, his mouth on the side of her neck and then sliding up to her ear.
“You were very naughty today, mon petit jouet très sale. You shocked me with your wanton disobedience several times.” His teeth nipped her earlobe as he walked her across the room to the table where they’d eaten their dinner.
He’d always, always been calm and cool when he’d played sexual games, but he found he had to work at keeping his heart from accelerating as he indicated the higher tabletop. “You’re going to lie facedown and I’m going to administer the cane to your very pretty ass.”
She gasped and swung her head around to look up at him, her eyes wide with shock. He nodded, keeping his expression implacable. He wouldn’t cuff her, and if she said no, it was no. She didn’t. She took a deep breath and glanced at the thin cane lying on the small end table and then back at him. Her breathing changed, turning raspy, her eyes growing dark with the combination of lust and trepidation he was familiar with in her. Elie could see she wanted that cane desperately. At the same time, she feared it. The idea of it heightened every one of her senses, so that she could barely breathe.
He brought her to the edge of the table and indicated for her to climb on. She did so, hands and knees, giving him a good view of her very wet pussy and the jeweled plug in her ass. He could barely stand the material containing his monster of a cock. Every brush of fabric against his straining shaft and the broad, sensitive head sent hot blood coursing through him and filling his groin until he thought he’d burst.
“I won’t harm you, Brielle, but this will leave marks on you. You’ll feel it for a day or two. Do you still want to go through with your punishment?”
Brielle looked back at him, a haughty look on her face as if he’d challenged her, which wasn’t his intent. He could see visibly the endorphins running wild, the goose bumps rising, her entire body flushed. She might look haughty, but the anticipation was all about the expectation of what she was going to experience.
“Yes.”
She stretched out and the higher table gave him much better control. It was her first time with a cane and he had no intention of hurting her or causing her not to want to ever have him use the cane on her again. He needed to introduce it to her slowly. That meant keeping light strokes on her buttocks only.
He warmed her bottom again by using his palm and then slid a tiny little button vibrator over her clit. The remote he had set up worked the plug and button in opposite rhythms. He started them out slow. She gripped the edges of the table.
“You need to keep your ass cheeks relaxed, bébe, or this is going to hurt like hell.” She would think it would anyway.
The first lick of fire came with a flick of his wrist, the rattan striking across her buttocks. He didn’t lift immediately, allowing the rod to settle into her skin, an almost intimate experience. The compression felt like a sharp, blazing sting and then, as he slowly lifted the cane from her bottom and her nerves were allowed to decompress, the pain was like a fiery, white-hot line. It took a moment to process and she bit back a cry and clenched her cheeks.