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“Fuck… Yas…” he groaned, thrusting up, and heard the sweetest sound of all.
The light, barely audible thump of the vibrator as it hit the floor between her legs.
With a groan, he pressed his hand against the back of her head, holding her in place as he began to cum. The feel of her lips on the base of his cock, past where the end of the condom was, added an intensity to his pleasure as he sagged in pure erotic bliss.
Her throat worked, milking him of every last drop, and he could feel her sigh as his cock began to soften. Dark eyes opened, tears streaking her cheeks as she tilted her head back enough to look at him, his cock still between her puffy lips. Zeus used his thumb to wipe away one of her tears.
“You did a very good job with my cock, princess,” he said approvingly, before slowly shaking his head. “Unfortunately, you didn’t do what you were told to with the vibrator. Good girls get orgasms. So do bad girls, but not until after they’ve been properly punished.”
Yas’ tear-streaked face lit up with anticipation.
Chapter 24
Yasmine
It felt like every single part of her body was buzzing, even though the vibrator had slipped out of her pussy. She’d been too wet, too slick, to hold on to it. Her pussy clenching and relaxing so much, she’d ended up pushing it out of her while she’d taken Zeus’ cock down her throat.
There was something about the dichotomy of how gentle he could be, the way he called her princess, then treated her like his own personal fuck toy that just flat-out did it for her. This was what she always craved in the bedroom, and so many of the men she’d dated had never quite gotten it. Maybe because they’d been dating.
Maybe she should have always been looking for a fuck buddy. Someone who wasn’t as involved on an emotional level. Maybe that’s what was required for this kind of filthy hot sex.
Hooking his finger around the underside of the chain between her nipples, Zeus used the poor, tortured buds to pull her upward while she let out a small cry. These weren’t the harshest clamps she had, and she wasn’t anywhere near the point where they absolutely had to come off, but they’d been on for long enough that holy fuck that hurt.
He got her up on her feet, then pulled her right back down over his lap, at which point he let the chain go, leaving it swinging in the air next to his leg. Arms still locked behind her, she was squirming when he put his arm along the length of her back, resting his hand atop her forearms to help pin her into place.
“I told you not to lose the vibrator, naughty girl,” he said, rubbing his hand over her buttocks.
Yasmine moaned in response as her body lit up with anticipation, insides clenching at being called a naughty girl.
God, she needed a spanking so very badly.
She could feel him shifting next to her, his hand sliding between them, taking care of the condom, which he put to the side while she squirmed over his lap.
“Sorry, Sir,” she replied, not even making an attempt to sound sincere. It was quite possibly the most lackluster apology she’d ever given.
Chuckling, Zeus rubbed his hand even more roughly over her skin.
“You aren’t, but you will be.”
Oh, yes, please.
Not that she thought he could actually make her sorry, but she was very much looking forward to the attempt.
Then his hand lifted, and so did her hips, her body begging for the hard smack she knew was coming. When it landed, she rocked forward, letting out a gasp as the shock and stinging pain ricocheted through her. That was not a warm-up swat.
Well, that was what she got for being insincere and bratty.
The second swat, on her other cheek, was just as strong.
Now both of her cheeks were throbbing in equal measure. Yas panted for breath, squeezing her thighs together as the pain turned to anticipatory pleasure. It hurt, but it felt so good.
The third time his hand came down, it was not quite as intense. The swats turned crisp and sharp, but not quite so powerful as the first two that had left her breathless. More of a warm-up, allowing her to catch her breath. She moaned as his hand came down again and again, turning her whole bottom hot and tingling.
Her hips started lifting to meet his hand again as her insides clenched in response. Every time his hand came down, her body jerked forward on his lap—or, at least, attempted to—but his arm kept her pinned in place. It was enough movement to make the chain between the clamps sway, tugging gently on her nipples with every swat.
Yas whimpered as the sensations curled and collided inside her, closing her eyes as he rubbed his hand over her hot, sensitized skin, and she went limp over his lap.
“Mmm, I don’t think you’re sorry yet.”
