I wanted him. The touch. The taste. I craved his scent covering my body, his lips pressed against every inch of skin. I wanted his hard cock buried so deep inside my pussy that the tip touched my womb.
I almost felt his exasperation as he gave the final strikes, the sound of him tossing the belt forcing me to jump all over again. Would he leave me this way? Would he have pity on the poor little girl he’d disciplined? When both of his rugged hands kneaded my bruised bottom, I cringed, biting back a cry. The sting was unimaginable but after a few seconds, the warmth from his fingers were comforting in some crazy fashion.
I closed my eyes, allowing my mind to fall into a lull. Everything seemed to be a blur, my heart racing and the sound thudding into my ears. I didn’t hear the fact he’d unfastened me, hadn’t registered that I’d been released until he took my hand into his, rubbing my palm with his thumb in circular patterns.
“I’m very proud of you,” he said ever so softly, turning me over. “It’s all right to look at me, Valencia. There will be no more pain tonight.”
I bit my inner cheek until I was forced to take several quiet breaths, my hand tingling, the sensations drifting all the way down the length of my legs. I opened my eyes slowly, basking in the aura surrounding him, one of danger and decadence. He seemed even more in control, his rugged features illuminated in the soft lighting.
“Do you remember what I promised you before, on that beautiful night on the balcony?” he whispered the words, the tone dripping with innuendos.
“Promised?” I could feel his fingers sliding down the length of my arm ever so slowly.
“Yes… Only you can unlock the key to pain or pleasure.”
I swallowed several times, the tension easing. As his fingers continued their trail, the tips brushing in a delicate manner between my breasts, I shuddered, unable to stop the maddening desire. He was now the one using a key made of gold, unlocking the very chains he’d placed around me when he’d left.
There could be no man.
There would never be another lover.
He knew it as if we’d been destined for each other.
Now he required not only my acceptance but my surrender.
“Only you can break free of the steel you wrapped around your heart,” he continued, the tip of a single finger swirling around one of my already hardened nipples.
“Oh…” Stars floated in front of my eyes as he made exaggerated moves, encircling my hardened point over and over again. When he pinched my nipple roughly, I gasped, the roar of electricity so unexpected. “I… Oh, God.”
“That is, release the woman from her prison, the one who I shared raw passion with.” His eyes flashed, a smile curling on his upper lip as he moved to my other breast, repeating the move.
I couldn’t take my eyes off him, the chiseled jawline, the aristocratic nose, and his beautiful honey-colored skin. He was perfection, except he was hiding behind his own mask, one forged from anger and retaliation. When he twisted my nipple, the pain became a wash of building excitement, every nerve standing on end.
Leaning over, he blew from one hardened bud to the other before darting his tongue around only once. He slowly dragged his fingers down my stomach, becoming more aggressive, his nails digging into my skin.
My breathing became ragged, my eyes foggy as he encircled my belly button. I heard the growl coming from the base of his throat, the sound primitive and barbaric. I realized I’d opened my legs as if beckoning for him, my hunger refusing to be denied.
“You’re wet for me,” he said in a dark and dangerous tone.
The words stuck in my throat, but I knew my body could tell no lies. I was enraptured with every stroke, the magic of his fingers.
“You’re hungry for me,” he added, his touch now little more than a breathless whisper as he rolled the tips over my swollen folds.
I was almost gasping, so wet and hot that I couldn’t think straight. “Yes.”
“Mmmm… So sweet. So obedient now.” He cocked his head as he ran the trail down my leg. Then his ravaging beast rushed to the surface, his actions more like the predator I knew him to be. As he crawled in between my legs, he pushed them up and out, pinning them against the bed.
“Oh, my…” I shifted my hand over my face as he lowered his head. The same breath of hot air was entirely different, setting my body on fire, every muscle and tendon seared. The moment his tongue darted around my clit, I shot up from the bed, issuing a strangled moan.
He was nothing but a savage as he pressed his face into my wetness, shaking his head back and forth in rapid motions. The sounds he made were sexual, primal, and ripped away every last shred of humanity.
I wanted him, the attraction far too intense. I slid my hands down to my knees, blatantly holding my legs wide open. When he issued a husky guttural sound, I quivered once again, falling into an abyss of pleasure.
He dragged his tongue up and down my pussy, lapping my cream, driving me into a state of madness. I took several deep breaths, trying to maintain my position, tossing my head back and forth. When he pushed a finger past my swollen folds, I jerked up, blinking several times.
His gaze was heated, dominating in every manner. He thrust a second and third finger inside, flexing them open as he nipped my clit.
All I could do was pant, fighting the orgasm that was ready to pull me into ecstasy.
“Not yet, little girl. Not yet. Now, keep your eyes closed,” he muttered before sucking my tender tissue in his mouth, plunging in rapid motions.
I did everything I could, trying to obey him, my body refusing to oblige. The tingling sensations were like a burst of white-hot heat, the caustic vibrations forcing my body to spasm. When he removed his fingers, I gripped the comforter, yanking in my effort to remain a good little girl. There was no advance notice of the pain as he slapped my pussy with the belt, the smacking sound filtering into my ears.
“Oh, fuck. Oh…” He delivered four more then immediately pressed his face once again into my wetness, licking in a way that nearly shattered my last resolve. I was on a different plane, every aspect of what he was doing surreal.
Miguel repeated the action, giving me four quick slaps of the belt then burying his head. When he resumed driving his fingers as deep inside as possible, I knew I couldn’t hold back.
I jerked up once again with a strangled scream, every part of me shaking as the orgasm tore through me like a tidal wave. I could no longer breathe or think, my mind and both rattled from the intensity.
He pulled all the way back, licking and nipping my inner thighs. The second he smacked my pussy with his hand, moving in rapid motions, the single climax turned into a wave, shifting into every muscle and tendon.
“Oh, God. Yes. Yes!” I continued shaking as the climax roared.
Only when I stopped trembling did he ease back, another raspy growl pushing past his lips. “You need training, my sweet. You aren’t allowed to come without my permission.”
I had no coherent words to say, my mind blank and my body exhausted.
He eased back from the bed, dragging his tongue across his lips.