Page 56 of Punishing Penelope
I moan. He lets it fall again, a little differently, then again. Blood rushes to the surface of my skin, bringing heat with it. He gets into a rhythm of increasingly stern whips on my breasts, my belly, my pussy, and the insides of my thighs.
Teeth clenched, I arch and tense before each hit, my pants getting louder and louder. I don’t notice when he changes the tool until a much sharper sting hits my pussy.
“God!” I jerk up but get nowhere.“God!”
Looking at Peter, he seems to be in a trance. His eyes are glossy, focused entirely on the riding crop with its little leather paddle, where it meets my skin. It’s incredibly sexy and unexpectedly touching, knowing he’s completely entranced by me. He looks up, meeting my gaze, and puts the crop next to me. Lowering between my legs, he licks a path along my slit, then finishes by sucking my tender clit into his mouth.
I arch up from the explosion it sets off. My thighs shake as my pussy clenches, convulsing around nothing, desperately needing him inside.
“You’re driving me crazy,” I gasp.
He looks up, tries to look stern, and fails adorably.
“Were you allowed to come?”
I laugh. “I can’t—”
Peter slaps my pussy, and I jolt, trying to scoot away from the torment. Peter tsks and slaps again. I scream.
“Were you allowed to come?”
“No!” I cry. “Please.” I’m so close to coming again, my head spins. My pussy aches. My inside pounds, like beats, like a silent rhythm. “I need you, Peter.”
Falling on top of me, heavy and all man, he drags his nose along my neck before he grazes my earlobe with his teeth.
“Do you?”
“Mm-hmm… yes!”
The head of his cock pushes at my entrance, and I raise my hips the little I can, trying to catch him.
“Ah-ah. Bad girl.” He strokes along my slit, so close, but not there. “What do I do to bad girls?”
“Punish fuck them into oblivion!”
He slams inside me, thrusting all the way, and good God, it sets off a new orgasm. My every nerve ending is so sensitive, I come without clit stimulation, which is a whole new level of sexy.
Peter fucks me through my convulsions, his breaths turning to groans, a toe-curling raw sound that reverberates through me. It awakens a deep primal need to be taken, to be dragged by my hair to my man’s cave, and made to do unmentionable things. I want his pleasure. I want to give him all of mine. If I could, I’d curl up inside this man and stay there forever.
“You. Feel. So. Fucking. Good.”
I can’t even speak.
Grabbing my chin, he fucks me harder, faster.
“Do you like what I’m doing to you?” He gives my cheek a light slap. “Do you?” Another slap hits a little harder. “Hm?” He plows his way deep inside me, and I rock up with every thrust.
“Yes!” I whimper. “I like it.”
He slaps me again. “This, too?” He slaps me again.
“Yes. Please.”
He grabs my chin again in his large hand and squeezes my cheeks, shaking me a little.
“Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours.”