Page 143 of Masters of Pleasure
Hefting its weight, he smacked her ass again, enjoying the sound of the impact and her cry immediately after it.Even better, he was enjoying it without the guilt that had been weighing him down.He could see how much more relaxed she was, despite him laying down a paddle over her already spanked ass.
The two spots where he’d been spanking her were now dark red in a sea of pink, and his dick throbbed at the sight.
Fucking beautiful.
Maybe some people would think they were a little messed up because of what they wanted, but he and Avery were messed up in the same way.They fit together.He didn’t think there was anything wrong with Avery wanting what she wanted, which meant he needed to stop thinking there was something wrong with him for wanting those same things.
Just enjoy it.
He certainly planned to.
Another hefty whack of the paddle and the sound of her cry was like music to his ears, a high-pitched squeal, ending in a short sob—yet she didn’t say her safeword.She didn’t even say ‘stop’ or ask for relief.
She needed this.He did as well.
There was something beautiful about that complementary perverseness.
“Good girl,” he said, crooning his praise and enjoying the shiver that went down her spine.“Last one.”
She gripped, flexed, then relaxed, realizing he wouldn’t use the paddle again until she did.
Thwap!
The impact caused her loudest cry yet.Nick bent enough to lay the paddle on the ground, undoing his pants as he straightened.The other wonderful thing about spanking benches, besides how well they positioned a naughty sub’s ass for her punishment, was they also positioned her perfectly to be fucked.
Freeing his cock, Nick moved behind her, gripping her hips with his hands.He buried his length into her wet heat with one hard thrust that made them both groan.Avery’s muscles quivered around him, squeezing and contracting, massaging the length of his cock.Holding it inside her, he let her adjust around him.
“Oh, fuck…” Her panted words made him throb.
The heat of her punished ass emanated off her skin, warming to his groin and adding to his arousal.When he looked down to see those pink and red cheeks snug up against his body, the visual was almost too erotic to bear.
Dragging his cock back, he thrust again, watching as those pink cheeks jiggled enticingly, rippling from the force of his thrust.He wished there was a mirror set up in front of them, so he could see the expressions on her face as easily as he could see her slick pussy and red cheeks.
Maybe he’d make that suggestion to Olivia.
For now, he gripped Avery’s hips hard and braced his legs.
“You may cum if you can.”
Pounding away behind her, he vented his frustration, fear, and all the emotions that had bottled up inside him on her slick pussy.If she came, she came.If she didn’t, that was part of her punishment.
Avery
The rough, pounding strokes of Nick’s cock in and out of her body were driving Avery wild.
He wasn’t trying to pleasure her, wasn’t trying to make her cum, and she could feel the difference.Her body was being used forhispleasure.
Perversely, that turned her on even more.She whimpered as he rode her, every thrust slapping against her already stinging buttocks, adding another flash of pain while her pleasure surged higher.Her muscles clenched, trying to grasp his cock, but she was so wet, her movements didn’t slow him in the slightest.
The friction, the sensation of him moving in and out of her, the slick glide of his cock hammering home, and the inconsistent stimulation of her clit, thanks to the position, was sending her soaring, but she didn’t know if she was going to come in time.The uncertainty made her even more aroused.
Her body was hurtling toward the peak of her climax, but she didn’t know if she was going to make it or not.
Every hard thrust slammed her against the bench, leaving her writhing and crying out, sobbing with the need for release, yet unable to exactly get the right stimulation.Her mound pressed against the leather of the bench, but whoever built it must be one hell of a creative sadist.They’d made it so she couldn’t quite get the right spot, no matter how she squirmed against the padded leather.
“Please!Nick, please!”she begged as her muscles tightened and quivered from the tension winding inside of her and on the edge of snapping… but not quite making it.
Ignoring her pleas, his fingers dug in, and he moved harder, faster, and she knew he must be getting close to his own peak.Her time was almost up.Tears dripped onto the leather beneath her cheek as she cried out, squeezing her muscles tightly, knowing it would get him off faster but hoping it might do the same for her.
