He began a slow pumping rhythm, fucking her with his hand, and at the same time he began to spank her.
It didn’t hurt at first—she was too full of pure pleasure from what he was doing to her needy pussy. But soon he began to smack harder, and it became more difficult to keep quiet. But she would do it. For him.
He kept up the spanking, raining blows over her ass, her thighs, and all the time fucking her with his thrusting fingers. She was lost in pleasure—even the pain was pleasure. Lovely.
And then he hit her with something.
She smelled the leather even as she felt the wide strap across her bottom. She was too shocked to cry out.
He hit her again with the strap, and this time she did yelp.
“Come on, Devin. You can take it.”
And she could. She felt a certain pride well within her as he smacked her ass over and over with the leather strap, as she felt the welts rising on her skin. She knew she could handle the pain. And somewhere between the hurting strap and the lovely sensation of his fingers plunging inside her, the line began to blur. Sensation became one thing—pleasure and pain—and her service to him, that she was doing this to please him, but as she’d said, it was what she craved most now, as well.
It went on and on, until she felt her pussy swell with need, felt her climax trembling in her body, waiting, waiting.
Shaye must have felt it, too.
“Hold it back,” he ordered. “Don’t come until I tell you to.”
He began to fuck her harder with his hand, really slamming into her. At the same time he kept smacking her sore and stinging skin with the strap. Something about the sharp scent of the leather was driving her crazy. Needing to come was driving her crazy. Her legs began to shake.
“Oh, baby, this is beautiful,” he told her, his voice a little breathless. “You can do it. Hold it back for me.”
He hit her harder, and pleasure surged, making her pussy ache, her clitoris hardening until she could barely stand it.
“You can. And you will. Because I need to be inside you when come, baby. I need you to come all over me.”
She groaned as he slipped his fingers from her—at the loss of sensation. At the knowledge that he would fuck her now.
In moments he was behind her once more, and she felt his strong, naked thighs against hers, the slight tickle of the fine hair there. Then his sheathed cock was poised at her entrance. She surged back against him, trying to take him in.
A low, rough chuckle from him. “Little Devin, you are not the one running this show, are you?”
“I like that—the way you say my name. I want you to ask for it.” His voice was rough with desire.
“Ask me by name, Devin.”
He pressed his thick cock against her, the tip just slipping inside. She could feel the cool metal of his piercing even through the condom. “Please, what?”
She groaned. “Please fuck me.”
“Say it again. The right way.”
“Oh…please fuck me, Shaye.”
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