couldn't even feel the sting anymore. The early pain had given way to a tingling warmth, a liquid glow seeping through every atom, bathing me from head to toe.
Fiery. Hot. And...pleasant?
I looked up when there was a break in his strokes. Garrett had paused, probably to shake out the firmness in his fingers.
The heat formed a loop beneath my waist, circulating through my torso, all its energy congealing in my center. My entire core melted into a wet, steaming jacuzzi of pure honey and feral need.
Oh, oh, oh...if I'm still a virgin when this night is through, it'll really be a miracle.
Garrett circled around to face me. He truly resembled a tiger painted in dark stripes and that damnably sexy sparkle in his eyes.
“How do you feel?” He asked.
“Hot. Flushed. Embarrassed.” Those three words contained my whole confession. “I don't know.”
“But you're ready for more?”
“More?” My jaw dropped. I looked up at him in disbelief.
Jesus. Does he mean to keep whacking until I'm fully tenderized?
“I'm going to spank you until you come. I'm going to make you lose control, Princess. And then I'm going to shove my way between your legs and fuck you until you're howling and shaking all over again. You think that spanking burned? You have no idea.”
I clenched my jaw. He offered a sinister paradise, a scalding bright heaven I couldn't turn away from.
As if I had any real choice!
No, I have no idea. Something tells me I want to find out, though.
Next thing I knew, he moved behind me, running one hand across the warm globes of my ass. He caressed me, slower this time, as if making me guess the moment when he'd finally strike.
When he hit, he hit hard.
I bellowed loudly. My shriek snaked through the curtains, where it bounced around in the chamber and echoed back at me. Probably at all the other couples in their private rooms too.
Audio-voyeurism. Who knew that would be appealing?
I tried to hide, tried to stifle my moans. No suck luck.
Knowing that a bunch of total strangers knew exactly what he was doing to me only fueled my lust.
For the first time in my young life, I really felt dirty, and dirty was damned good.
I shifted my legs, preparing for another impact. One thigh was slick with leaking fluid, a torrent of rich cream seeping out of me, proven arousal I couldn't hope to hide.
Garrett's hand smacked taut, right on cue, a big flat palm pounding deep on both cheeks of my ass.
Muscles tightened in my legs, and then sent their tension higher.
Everything in my core contracted, spiraling inward, a hot and sticky powder keg readying an explosion.
I didn't believe him when he said he'd make me come just by spanking me. It sounded insane. But now, it just felt insane.
My hearing and vision blurred. Everything faded down to a soft glow, blue like the gentle lights above. Everything was peppermint cool, except my inner fire and the steady thump of his hand on my flesh.
I lurched forward, grinding my whole body into the padded table. The energy wouldn't stay tucked in a second longer.
Panting, screaming, sweating, I came, surrendering to the carnal passion seizing my muscles.
Everything puckered inward. I jerked on the table in small waves, circling my hips. My blood boiled at a thousand degrees, a strange, ungodly fire unlike anything I'd felt.
And there was no putting it out.
Garrett's blows stopped. His huge hands pressed on my shoulders, holding me down, letting the ruthless spasms have their way with me.
“You come beautiful, Princess,” I heard him say. “Just like I thought.”
I couldn't answer with anything more than a garbled moan. Hot, shallow breaths snorted in and out, in and out, matching the rhythm my wavering muscles adopted.
My clit ballooned, flickering with cruel energy, always on the verge of being satisfied, but never quite getting there. Its energy poured outward, a tunnel of light and heat snaking up my center, awesome and violent.
On the last great spasm tearing through
Fiery. Hot. And...pleasant?
I looked up when there was a break in his strokes. Garrett had paused, probably to shake out the firmness in his fingers.
The heat formed a loop beneath my waist, circulating through my torso, all its energy congealing in my center. My entire core melted into a wet, steaming jacuzzi of pure honey and feral need.
Oh, oh, oh...if I'm still a virgin when this night is through, it'll really be a miracle.
Garrett circled around to face me. He truly resembled a tiger painted in dark stripes and that damnably sexy sparkle in his eyes.
“How do you feel?” He asked.
“Hot. Flushed. Embarrassed.” Those three words contained my whole confession. “I don't know.”
“But you're ready for more?”
“More?” My jaw dropped. I looked up at him in disbelief.
Jesus. Does he mean to keep whacking until I'm fully tenderized?
“I'm going to spank you until you come. I'm going to make you lose control, Princess. And then I'm going to shove my way between your legs and fuck you until you're howling and shaking all over again. You think that spanking burned? You have no idea.”
I clenched my jaw. He offered a sinister paradise, a scalding bright heaven I couldn't turn away from.
As if I had any real choice!
No, I have no idea. Something tells me I want to find out, though.
Next thing I knew, he moved behind me, running one hand across the warm globes of my ass. He caressed me, slower this time, as if making me guess the moment when he'd finally strike.
When he hit, he hit hard.
I bellowed loudly. My shriek snaked through the curtains, where it bounced around in the chamber and echoed back at me. Probably at all the other couples in their private rooms too.
Audio-voyeurism. Who knew that would be appealing?
I tried to hide, tried to stifle my moans. No suck luck.
Knowing that a bunch of total strangers knew exactly what he was doing to me only fueled my lust.
For the first time in my young life, I really felt dirty, and dirty was damned good.
I shifted my legs, preparing for another impact. One thigh was slick with leaking fluid, a torrent of rich cream seeping out of me, proven arousal I couldn't hope to hide.
Garrett's hand smacked taut, right on cue, a big flat palm pounding deep on both cheeks of my ass.
Muscles tightened in my legs, and then sent their tension higher.
Everything in my core contracted, spiraling inward, a hot and sticky powder keg readying an explosion.
I didn't believe him when he said he'd make me come just by spanking me. It sounded insane. But now, it just felt insane.
My hearing and vision blurred. Everything faded down to a soft glow, blue like the gentle lights above. Everything was peppermint cool, except my inner fire and the steady thump of his hand on my flesh.
I lurched forward, grinding my whole body into the padded table. The energy wouldn't stay tucked in a second longer.
Panting, screaming, sweating, I came, surrendering to the carnal passion seizing my muscles.
Everything puckered inward. I jerked on the table in small waves, circling my hips. My blood boiled at a thousand degrees, a strange, ungodly fire unlike anything I'd felt.
And there was no putting it out.
Garrett's blows stopped. His huge hands pressed on my shoulders, holding me down, letting the ruthless spasms have their way with me.
“You come beautiful, Princess,” I heard him say. “Just like I thought.”
I couldn't answer with anything more than a garbled moan. Hot, shallow breaths snorted in and out, in and out, matching the rhythm my wavering muscles adopted.
My clit ballooned, flickering with cruel energy, always on the verge of being satisfied, but never quite getting there. Its energy poured outward, a tunnel of light and heat snaking up my center, awesome and violent.
On the last great spasm tearing through
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