Page 101 of Beautiful Disaster

He does that a few more times before we’re back to spanking. “Instead of counting, I want you to say, ‘Sorry, Daddy.’”

The slaps are really burning now, but I want more. I push out my ass further and yell, “Sorry, Daddy!”

When we reach ten, he checks on me, but I’m not done.

“Do you feel sufficiently punished, my pet?”

He’s not really asking my opinion. He makes those decisions for me. This is a test I’m willing to fail at, so I say, “Fuck no.”

I bite my bottom lip, waiting for my next spanking. Mason doesn’t disappoint. We count out another ten spankings before we’re done. He refuses to do it anymore.

“I don’t want you injured, Precious,” he says, pulling out some beads again and pushing them back in, brushing along my spot over and over. By now, I’m a whimpering mess. The tip of my cock is resting on cold pre-cum soaked into the sheets.

“Look at you. What a beautiful little pet you are. So eager and responsive. Your hole is stunningly sloppy.” He reaches toward my front and swipes the head of my cock. I literally tremble and nearly nut right then and there. “And you’re so wet for me.”

The tip of his thumb brushes over my lips. I lick them and suck on his thumb, tasting my earthiness.

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

I nod as he slips his thumb into my mouth.

“Do you think you’re ready to come?”

I nod again, quicker, suckling him.

“Tough. You’ve been exceptionally bad today. You don’t get my cock in your ass. You don’t get to come. Instead, you’re going to choke on my cock.”

I’m fucking dying to come, but I definitely don’t mind sucking him down either. I love wrecking him with my mouth, but he won’t go easy on me.

Mason maneuvers in the bed in front of me and grips my hair, pulling my head up. “I won’t let you literally choke. Do you trust me? Green light?”

“Yes, yes… Green.”

A growl slips out of him, going straight to my tight, heavy nuts.

The tip of his cock brushes against my lips, and I instinctively open and swallow him down. He hisses from the sensation and gently thrusts in my mouth, his pre-cum bursting on my tongue, his taste now as familiar to me as his scent.

“Perfect brat. Perfect sub. Perfect mouth,” he rasps. While I can’t see him, I can hear his panting and the strain in his voice, now clearer since I can’t see. I preen at his words, feeling perfect for my Dom. My sir. I will always keep being a brat for him because I know it pleases him, even if he doesn’t admit it.

It’s a little hard to breathe from how I’m bent to my stretched mouth, but Mason is happy. He’s in his element, and I’m in mine.

I squeeze my lips tighter around him and roll my tongue over all the spots I know will pull out his orgasm faster. He groans again, pumping into me a little faster, but still careful. There’s fucking drool everywhere. My favorite kind of sex with Mason is the messy kind. The kind that makes you ooze pre-cum as much as coming itself.

“Get ready to take my load, but don’t swallow it,” he grits, his voice hoarse from pleasure.

Soon, his cock swells before the first spurt hits the back of my throat. I try to hold it all in while continuing to suck him down, but some leaks out of the corners of my mouth.

Another growl slips out of him, and a relieved moan.

When he’s finished, he quickly pulls out of me and lifts my head higher by my hair. “Give it to me,” he orders.

Mason presses his mouth to mine, and I transfer his cum to him. I’m assuming he swallows it because he’s licking my lips clean.

“Amazing,” he says before kissing me.

He pulls away, and there’s shifting in the bed. His fingers pull off the blindfold, and I blink back the blinding light until my eyes adjust. Then he unbinds me.

Mason massages my wrists and ankles. “You were absolutely perfect, Precious.”