Page 39 of Good Girls Like it Dirty
Her attention turned to his balls, at first licking the scrotum, then taking each one of them into her mouth. He pulled at her ponytail, and the act sensitized her scalp like someone had lit it on fire. A moan escaped her lips when she switched balls, her pussy wetter than she could handle. She resumed touching his cock, running her hand up and down his length.
“Enough,” he rasped. “I want to fuck your mouth.”
He slid his cock inside her mouth again, but this time he set the pace, slamming into her. Stroking his cock, he thrust it inside her then retreated, only to return with a vengeance, mimicking the crazy rhythm he’d use later on her pussy. Or her ass.
She squared her shoulders, so excited. When he withdrew from her mouth, her head bobbed forward, and she blinked at him, confused.
“Stand up and bend over the desk.”
She followed suit, her legs trembling. “Why—”
“You need the principal to teach you a lesson. You cheated on your test, didn’t wear the bra, and sucked my cock like a pro. That’s not how a good girl behaves.”
“I told you I’m a bad girl,” she said, remembering the conversation they had before, unsure if she should bring it to this little pretend play or not.
“Yes, you are. That’s why you deserve what’s coming for you. Head down.”
She glanced at the dark oak table’s polished finish, her face so close to it she could smell lemony pine cleaner. Hips undulating, she found it impossible to keep from moving. He swatted her ass, and she jolted, a tingly ache quickly spreading across her cheek. Instead of delivering another smack, he kneaded her butt with both hands, caressing her until her skin warmed up for more.
Zings of need formed in her core. “What’s your punishment, principal? For fucking one of your students?”
He smacked her ass harder than the last time, but strangely she didn’t feel pain. A surge of excitement traveled in opposite sides of her body, washing over her in waves, causing her pussy to clench. A sinful pulse throbbed in her clit, and she fought the desire to touch herself. She knew he wouldn’t let her, not when he was in control—and she didn’t mind giving it to him, because she trusted him. Trusted in a way she couldn’t explain.
Trusted him with her body—with her heart.
“My punishment is having to wait to screw you.”
She bit her bottom lip. She wanted to shout he didn’t have to wait, but shit, she knew they’d both enjoy it more if they continued this crazy scene.
He grabbed the paddle and rubbed it between her legs. She arched on the desk, flattening her breasts, fogging the smooth surface with her ragged breath. Gently, he caressed her folds with the edge of the wide side, and the contact with the leather sent a ball of heat through her.
More of her pearly essence coated her folds, and she moaned, loving how sexy he made her feel. Her heart filled with joy, like she had found her home without knowing she’d been lost. She and Zaine fit together in so many ways.
The scent of her arousal and the new leather from the paddle blended into an intriguing fragrance, swirling around her. Sweat slicked her palms, and she struggled to keep her hands from sliding off the desk.
He pressed the paddle at her entrance and just kept it there, still. She sighed, finding comfort. When she relaxed, he withdrew it, and said with a steady voice, “Now it’s time for that punishment. I’ll spank you three times, one for each infraction. You’re ready?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
Smack.“One.”
She yelped as an ache much more intense than when he’d just used his hand pinched her cheek. She closed her eyes, her heart throbbing in her mouth. A rainbow of emotions flowed through her. The ache seared her flesh and brought an awareness that prickled and stung.
Smack.“Two.”
This time, electrifying tingles bolted from her spanked skin to the rest of her. She opened her eyes, moaning, absorbing every impact of his claim on her. A claim she didn’t want to end. The idea of saying goodbye to him, to them, pierced her heart. Tears brimmed at her eyes and she blinked them back, sucking in a breath and willing them away. This is about fun, not overthinking.
Smack.“Three.”
The last one pulled her from her thoughts, and though his hand seemed heavier, the last swat harder than the other two, she was grateful. It grounded her back to the present.
Zaine began to stroke her ass, offering some sort of massaging aftercare, and he blew on her hot cheeks. She sucked in a breath, all her senses overwhelmed and ignited.
He nudged her legs apart with his thigh, and she acquiesced. She heard him reaching for the tube of lube and squirting some of it out. “Easy,” he said, and he must have coated his fingers, for when he began to touch her ass, he did so smoothly.
“Monique, you’re driving me insane,” he said, and she heard the edge in his voice. “I’ve never felt like this before.”
