Page 53 of Breaking Vincent
David doesn’t actually ask me to count, or apologise. He just leaves me to clench my jaw and accept the punishment. He switches between my left and right cheek, never leaving one side to cool down long enough before he hits again.
After I don’t know how many, my flesh goes numb and my head starts to float. The endorphin rush makes me feel like I’m flying in my own bubble of pleasure. Tears are streaming down my face and I can feel my chest heaving against David's body, but the thing that’s throwing me off is, I’m unsure if I’m shaking because of how violently I’m sobbing, or if I’m actually laughing. The blood is rushing around my ears so loudly, but I’m still able to hear the sound of my ass being smacked.
When I finally sink back down to earth, I feel fingertips softly stroking against my overheated skin, the welts making his fingers lift and dip like tiny little speed bumps.
David shifts slightly and I don’t even scramble to hold on to him, not caring if he drops me to the floor, even though in the back of my mind, I know he would never let me fall.
He stands me up and squats down behind me, and rubs his hairy jaw against my stinging skin.
“Tskk, ahh shit, that burns…” I end my complaint with a moan as he uses his tongue to lick across my backside. Warm saliva stinging my cheeks, but I can’t help but lift my hips higher into the air, silently begging for more.
Instead, David laughs before sinking his teeth into the flesh, again causing me to howl out in pain.
He unlatches his teeth and presses a sweet kiss to both cheeks and thighs, like he didn’t just spank the ever-loving shit out of me.
“Here baby, let me help you get more comfortable,” he says, holding my hands and pulls my sweaty body to the bed.
I land like a sack of potatoes, face planting the thick pillows.
After a second, I feel the mattress sink as David climbs onto the bed. He lays on his side so he's facing me, it takes a while before I gather the strength to turn my head to look at him. His face is flushed and his neck and chest hold an attractive sheen of sweat. Obviously, he went all out when spanking me, and excitement blossoms in my chest thinking about how bruised I’m going to be when I look in the mirror tomorrow.
“How are you feeling?” his voice barely a whisper, but since the room is now silent, I can hear him easily.
“Sore.” His eyes squint, causing me to laugh. “In the best way.”
He presses a light kiss to my sweaty forehead and when he pulls back, he asks, “Want to carry on, or are you ready to call it a night?”
Fear builds up in my chest. I don’t want this night to end yet. I’ve only just got him and I’m not prepared to see if he regrets all of this by the time morning rolls around. Plus, I asked the man to fuck me, like hell am I backing down now.
“I wanna carry on,” I say, looking him straight in the eyes so he knows I’m being honest. As exhausted as I am, I need this.
He leans down and presses his lips to mine. The kiss starts off slow, but quickly develops into something more. Something deeper. David is the one to pull back first and I can’t help but try to chase after him.
“Remember you have your safe words, but if you need to move into a different position or you’re uncomfortable, just tell me, ok?”
“Yeah, that’s ok with me.”
He presses a brief kiss to my lips. “Good boy. Now do you think you can get up onto your knees? You can relax your head and arms against the pillows.”
I nod my head and he helps me get settled into the position he wants me in.
I arch my back and enjoy the way it clicks and pops after being so tense. David scrapes his nails up and down my spine, goosebumps following in his path.
David gets settled behind me and kneels between my spread legs. If I wasn’t so relaxed, I may feel self-conscious about his face being right in front of my asshole, but I don’t even have the time to get embarrassed before he starts kissing and licking my cheeks.
I sign and sink further into the pillows. His lips and breath fan across my skin, slowly cooling the heated welts. I let my eyes close as he loves on me.
After a few minutes of kisses, he blows a cool breath on my hole. I flinch at the shock of temperature change, but then moan as soon as he flattens his tongue against my puckered skin, “Oh, David. That feels so good.”
He hums against my skin, the vibrations making my legs shake against the bed.
“Just relax for me, you did really well tonight,” he says before diving back in, feasting on my body.
So, I do. I clear my mind and forget about the rest of the world. Only concentrating on the pleasure he's so kindly giving me.
After a while, I feel him pull back for a second, before a wet finger presses against my hole. My body is so at ease, his finger just slips right in, meeting no resistance.
It only takes a second for him to find my prostate, my whole body seizing as he strokes my gland and I can only hold on for the ride. I can feel my orgasm slowly building, unlike when I’m doing this alone, trying to pass the finish line as fast as I can.