I was now bare. And he had a complete view of me. His thumb dipped into the crevice of my ass and, as he reached lower, just brushing against the folds of my pussy. He put my pants on the chair's seat so I had to look at them directly in front of me, as if to remind me of how exposed I was.
"Such a gorgeous pink cunt, just begging to be fucked hard, like it deserves." He remarked and I whimpered back. " But first, little temptress, you must be punished before I can accomplish it."
My ass was touched by his palm. "Perhaps you require a firmer, more personal touch, hmm?" he mused.
He repeatedly rubbed my beaten posterior till I started to unwind. Although smooth and soft, his touch was wholly deceptive. I thought he was teasing me, but I knew better. I didn't know what he was preparing, but he was planning something.
The moment his palm left my flesh, it hardened into a crack. Oh my God, he was about to spank me.
"Wait! I beg you not to spank me!"
" You brought this upon yourself, Mani." He replied
He gave me a harsh spanking, despite my pleading with him to stop. His rough, painful palm crackled on my skin. His touch on my buttocks felt intimate. The sensation of his punishing palm made it even worse if I already thought I had upset him.
His disappointment seemed to be directly emitted into my body from his. He quickly transformed me from an overstimulated mess to a sobbing, blubbering, mischievous girl with a few spankings.
Each slap was much rougher than it should have been because my ass was burning and already welted from before. He gave me a hard spanking, and I tried to dance around his grip so that i could avoid the painful blows, but it was fruitless.
"Are you yet prepared to submit? Are you willing to grovel? "After a few particularly hard smacks to my upper thighs, he inquired. I sighed in relief at the small reprieve as he stopped for a second to brush his warm hand over my burned skin.
As I comprehended the idea that I was being punished for the first time in my life—and that there was a small part of me that enjoyed it—tears continued to pour down my face. The more I considered it, the more I came to see that it wasn't a little aspect of who I am. Now that it was over, my entire body erupted with ecstasy. I wished he'd try it once more.
I must be completely mad!.
His nails continued to descend, getting ever-closer to my drenched pussy. I took a tense breath in as he scratched my outer lips. He gently patted my mound after slowly cupping it in his hand. Even though I knew it did absolutely little to shield me from the subsequent wet sound, I had to close my eyes almost as a defensive mechanism.
"Your skin looks wonderful. When my mark is on it, I like it much more "I trembled at the promise in his gently spoken words. My skin was starting to itch, and I could already feel the welts growing.
Moreover, I was aware that this lesson would have an ongoing impact on me.
I complied with his request to spread my legs. His warm hand slid over my throbbing clit and between my thighs, brushing across my folds. I was still as moist as ever even though my ass hurt horribly.
My body reacted to his gentle finger placement on me. It was unstoppable by me. I responded to his summons despite being weak from pleasure and worn out by my struggle.
He played with me, gently tickling my eager bud until I was pliable in his hands. His moist fingers playing with my folds made loud, raunchy noises that made my hips thud lewdly against him. He wouldn't let me come, no matter how hard I tried to cram my pussy into his hands.
He pounded my ass with his other hand, and I felt my pussy contract in response. He repeated it, and I felt myself clench as I grew more and more antsy for his touch with each passing second.
Fuck.
I wished not to beg.
He kept teasing me. He smacked my pussy hard enough to hurt after spanking my ass. My clit beat rapidly.
"Please." I plead, I sobbed and begged him to have mercy for me, but he refused. I became more and more frantic as he went on. I did everything I could while writhing beneath him.
I exerted every effort to keep his hand on my ravenous body. When his fingers pushed more firmly, I meowed, and when he released them, I cried. He played with my pleasure, nudging me toward orgasm with the lightest, cruelest touch but never letting me fully experience it.
My core ached horribly and my skin tingled with want, needing release. My toes curled, and my fingers formed small, tight fists. My throat was raw as I yelled, but he paid no attention.
" please what, Mani?" he retorted.
"Please, I need you in me." I said, His fingers released me, and I turned to face him, wondering why he had stopped until I noticed the smug expression on his face, demonstrating that he had succeeded in obtaining his goal.
Sin picked me up from his lap and helped me stand, before getting up and starting to take off his shirt, exposing his abs and toned muscles. He removed the tie from my hands, placed the shirt on, let it fall to my thighs, and then buttoned it.
"Why don't you go grab yourself some fresh clothes and get some rest? Surely you're worn out." He says as he approaches the door, unlocking it.