It wasn’t going to be enough. There was no direct stimulation, the plug held so tightly in place by the belt that its movement inside her was minimal.
The crack of leather striking skin took her by surprise, the sound registering before the flare of pain. Beth gasped and nearly choked as she realized he was spanking her with his belt. The second blow landed and distracted her, pushing her further from the precipice of orgasm, but the third blow brought all her arousal and need flaring back to life.
Master James’s cock twitched in her mouth, his hand fisted her hair, and more punishing blows landed on her ass. His doubled-over belt smacked her ass in hard, sharp blows. It hurt. It made her p*ssy
throb.
The orgasm ripped through her, a soul-shaking wave of pleasure without the sharp peaks of ecstasy she was used to. Master James forced her head down until her nose touched his pelvis. Come filled her throat as Master James came, the sensation causing a fresh wave of pleasure to rumble through her. She swallowed around the head of his cock.
Spots swam behind her closed eyelids, and Beth realized she needed to take a breath. His hand fell from her hair and she pulled back, sucking in air through her nose, the tip of his cock still in her mouth.
Her own labored breathing was mirrored by Master James’s.
Exhausted, Beth’s shaking elbows couldn’t hold her up any longer. Letting his cock slip from her mouth, she collapsed on her side, knees curled up in a fetal position, her head on Master James’s thigh. His hand stroked her hair back from her sweaty face.
Beth’s body continued to hum and throb, but she finally felt content, despite, or maybe because of, the plug and chastity belt, which were still in place.
She closed her eyes, safe and satisfied, cradled against her Master.
Chapter Seven
James woke first, the warmth of a woman beside him making him smile before he’d even opened his eyes. When he caught sight of Beth, who was sprawled on her stomach beside him, the smile widened. She’d fallen asleep on his lap in the courtyard, waking only when he carried her into the bedroom and had her bend over the bathroom counter so he could remove the plug and chastity belt.
Remembering how her ass had looked, red from the belt, spread wide as he removed the plug, he eased the covers down. There was one faint bruise on her left ass cheek—he must have hit that spot too many times in a row. The belt spanking had been impromptu and done with less finesse than was ideal. But there was something to be said for scenes driven by passion rather than planning, as long as he kept enough control to make sure he didn’t really hurt her.
Beth had one leg bent to the side, seemingly begging him to touch her sweet p*ssy
, which the position left exposed.
He wasn’t the kind of man to ignore such an enticing invitation.
She stirred slightly when he laid his hand on her thigh, stroking his way up to her p*ssy
. Spreading her labia open with two fingers he used a third to tap her clit.
Beth came awake with a start, sucking in a surprised breath. She started to close her legs, but he tsked at her.
She froze, then turned her head on the pillow. Propped on one elbow he smiled at her, then pinched her labia together and tugged.
“Good morning, Beth.”
“Good morning, Master James.”
“How do you feel?”
“I’m not awake enough to answer that question.”
He laughed, though he could tell she was serious. “Well, I’m awake.”
He lay back and pushed the covers away, revealing his morning erection. Beth looked from his cock to his face, waiting for an order. He didn’t want to give her an exact order, he wanted to see what she’d do. Rather than say anything, he pointed at his cock.
Beth got to her hands and knees, breasts dangling enticingly under her. James tugged on her nipples as she positioned herself against him. Her head lowered towards his crotch, but she stopped, looking at him out of the corner of her eye. He raised a brow.
Beth shot up and swung her leg over his hips, straddling his cock. Before he could stop her, or help her, she’d tilted her pelvis, his dick sliding through the folds of her p*ssy
to her entrance. She wasn’t that wet, but she lowered her hips, taking the tip of his cock into her body.
Her whole body shuddered, and the sight of her—head thrown back, nipples pink and soft, belly tight—was enough to have him ratcheting closer to an orgasm. Her sheath grew damp around his cock.
James grabbed her hips, pulling them down. Beth was tight—far tighter than he’d expected her to be. Her nails dug in to the skin of his lower belly, her breasts rose and fell with her breathing, and when her p*ssy
clenched rhythmically around him, James realized she was coming.
Using his hold on her hips he urged her to move. She obeyed, riding him with slow, deep strokes.