The sound of his hand landing against the flesh of her ass echoed through the room. The pain of it arched her back and set her to her tiptoes as it reverberated through her. She squeezed her eyes shut behind the blindfold, her nerve endings tingling as the sensation moved through her.
“Fifty, sir.” Her voice quivered. She couldn’t hide the way she felt under his hand.
“You dance so beautifully, Elena.” He soothed her burning flesh, his soft touch increasing the ache between her thighs. “I think you deserve a reward for taking your spanking so well.”
His fingers found their way to that spot that burned hotter than her bottom. Her hips began a separate dance the moment he circled her clit. She was wet from his spanking, from hovering on the razor’s edge of pleasure/pain. She couldn’t stop the jerk, twist, and swivel of her body as his talented fingers sent her closer to orgasm.
She cried out, her head falling on his shoulder. “Please, may I cum? Sir?”
“My lovely girl,” he breathed in her ear. He pulled her back against him, the fabric of his jeans digging into her abused flesh, but nothing stopped her moving.
He didn’t say she could cum, he didn’t say. She was so close. Every press of his thumb on her clit, every plunge of his fingers, every thrust of her hips brought her so near. She whimpered and danced, praying for those words that would release her.
“Cum for me.” He whispered it, but it echoed in her head and pushed her over the edge.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
She was on an euphoric high. Words tumbled from her lips as her body danced in his arms. He whispered to her his praise, things that kept her on that height unable to come down.
He pressed his lips to her neck. “It’s time to come back to earth.”
She relaxed in his arms as he released the bonds holding her up. He lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed in the corner of the room. She settled under the covers, her mind in a soft and hazy place while he undressed. When he slid in beside her, she melted into the warmth of his body.
“You always look so beautiful when you dance like that for me, Elena.”
She wiggled back into him, loving the hard press of his arousal against her butt. “Thank you, sir. No one else has ever made me move like you.”
“Good. I like that in this you’re all mine.” She felt his smile against her skin as he lifted her leg over his hip and plunged deep into her body.
And just the first thrust sent her body dancing again.
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Did I mention I love dancing? 🙂
This makes me wish I was much fitter than I am at the moment, still able to dance. Though I don’t think that, even when I was fit and light, I have ever been light enough for someone to carry my in his arms like this 😉
Oh well, I guess it’ll have to remain a fantasy then. So beautifully written though, it makes me feel like I’m there!
Author
I love dancing, but hardly ever get to do it. I don’t consider myself a delicate woman that men can pick up, but I’ve been surprised a time or two by a gentleman’s strength. Perhaps you aren’t associating with the right strong guys.
That’s quite possible. But considering my height and my weight…
I mean, someone who’s petite and a bit chubby, she’s still light enough to toss around. When you’re as tall as most men… even when you’re not chubby it gets tough. So when you’re like me? Forget it!
What can I say: I don’t like body builders, they are too bulky. 😉
Or maybe it’s their ego I don’t like. Who puts that much effort into their appearance and still has some love left for anyone else?
Author
I understand. I’m 5’10” and on the curvy side. But I like bigger, body builder types. The showiness appeals to me on some levels. I’m vain myself.
Yes, to each their own 🙂
I mean, I don’t mind a nice muscular man, not at all… But when they spend more time honing their body than playing with mine? I don’t think I’d be satisfied 🙂