He didn’t probe her channel; he only fingered her seam running down to her pu**y. James knew he was right. She was dripping wet.
Her moan echoed around the room.
He released her pu**y and slapped her ass.
She cried out. Her body jolted on the restraints around her waist and ankles.
“Did you like that?” he asked.
Prudence nodded her head. The action was slight but unmistakable to him.
Whack.
Whack.
James rained down blows on her ass. The palm of his hand was making a lovely red hand print on her pale cheeks.
Her cries continued, and so did her protests. James paused feeling her pushing her ass against his palm even as her cries of “no” filled the air.
“Do you want me to stop?”
They hadn’t talked about her hard limits.
“No, I don’t want you to stop, Sir. I love your hand on my ass. Please, punish me, Sir.”
He caressed the red marks he’d made. They were already beginning to fade. He wasn’t being rough with her at all.
“Don’t tell me what to do,” he said.
James climbed off the bed and fetched one of his favourite canes. It wasn’t the one made out of wood. She wasn’t ready for high levels of pain.
This was a small leather one. He could control the strength of the hits.
“Say your safe word if it is too much.”
“I will.”
“Good.”
He pushed her up onto her knees which spread her arms out wide. Her ass was up in the air. The pink of her slit was on display for him to see.
Running the cane over the flesh of her ass, he teased her cl*t rubbing the tip through her creamy slit. She moaned, thrusting onto the cane. James climbed behind her on the bed, slapping her ass.
“Stay … still,” he said, between each blow of his hand on her ass. He kept the cane between her legs watching as she tried to remain still even as he rubbed the tip to her clit.
“I need to come.”
Smack. He added another blow to her ass at her words.
His c**k was thick in his leather pants. He climbed off the bed and removed his restrictive clothing. She’d turned her head toward him on the bed, her eyes covered by the blindfold. She looked so sexy with the trust she was showing him.
“What are you doing, Sir?” she asked.
“I’m undressing. You have my c**k thick inside my pants.”
She smiled, the lift of her lips lighting up her whole face.
“Really?”
James finished removing his clothing until he was na**d like Prudence before going to the bed. He stroked her head before brushing her lips with his own. “You have no idea the effect you have on me.”
He kissed her lips taking her moan within his mouth.
“I’m rock hard for you, baby.”
She whimpered as he ran his hands over her body feeling her muscles relax against his touch. James touched every inch of her body, recording her to mind. He didn’t know how long he was going to last. Her body was as addictive as her sweet pu**y.
Chapter Sixteen
Her ass was burning, but she wanted more. His punishment wasn’t enough. Prue needed his hand on her ass. She wanted his marks, the true signs of his passion and ownership.
His hands were rubbing down her body. She felt like purring. The smallest touch of his hands was sending her body into overdrive. Her pu**y was on fire for his touch.
“Please.” She begged him hoping he’d punish her.
The cane he used made her cl*t pulse with fresh arousal. She’d seen his equipment while looking around. The small round cane would cause pain but not mark.
“What do you want?” he asked. The tips of his fingers were teasing her pu**y. The small touches were not hard enough to make her come. His teasing was driving her insane.
“You,” she said.
The wrong words would make him punish her instead of giving her what she wanted.
He slapped her ass making her tense and cry out. James had used the cane.
The pain pulsed along the cheeks of her ass. The pain went straight to her cl*t and made her moan.
“You’re testing me, Prudence. Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to f**k me. I want your c**k deep inside my pu**y.”
He chuckled, rubbing the strip where he’d used the cane on her ass. Then he moved his hand up drawing over the interlocking rose tattoo on the base of her back, to the tattoo she’d gotten when she was twenty-one.
“When did you get this?” he asked.
“On my twenty-first birthday.”
“Why do you love roses?”
“They are pretty and have thorns so people know not to mess with them. If people treat them wrong then they are bound to get hurt.”
They didn’t speak for a moment. James spent the time copying over her design. “I love this design. It suits you.”
“I didn’t want any colour. I think the black was perfect.”
Her pu**y was dripping her cream down her thighs. The blindfold stopped her from seeing anything.
“So beautiful.”
There was movement behind her. She tried to listen out for certain noises.
She screamed as he plunged his tongue inside her cunt. His fingers teased her cl*t as his tongue plunged into her pu**y. He pulled out and pressed in. The movement was rapid and gave her no time to catch her breath. She fisted the blankets underneath her. It was too much.
Prue cried out as her cl**ax washed through her. She pushed back onto his face feeling him licking her to fulfilment. She’d never had a man tongue-fuck her from behind before.
Her head was dizzy from the amount of pleasure he was giving her. There was no stopping from one pleasure to the next. Before she’d come down from her release, he slammed inside her pu**y. The hard length of his c**k pressed inside her.
She felt every inch of him pulse. Her walls tightened around his length as he remained still inside her.
“You’re so f**king tight.”
Prue cried out as he slapped her ass. The sensation of the pain and the hunger inside her made her tighten around him.
He cursed and slapped her again. She pressed back to him wanting him to ride her hard.
His hands grabbed onto her h*ps and pulled her back. James kept her in place as he pulled out of her pu**y. She felt his shaft grazing the walls of her cunt.
Biting on her lip she tried to distract herself from thrusting back onto his cock.
The tip of his c**k was the only part of him inside her.
“Please, please, please,” she said, over and over, begging him to f**k her.
Only when he was ready did he plunge inside her. The action slammed him deep up to the hilt. The length of him inside her put her on the verge of pain.