Beg for It(58)

He groaned, laughing the tiniest bit. “Yes, Ma’am.”

Again, her hand soothed over his stinging ass. Her fingertips traced the crack, moving down so slowly he was going to go insane. At the first gentle probe of her fingertip against his ass, all he could do was push upward, offering himself.

“Nobody else has had you here?”

“No. Only you, Ma’am.”

He ached for her to touch him there. Fucking desperate for it. His hips pumped, but there wasn’t enough friction on his cock to get him off and she wasn’t pushing inside him, and all he could think about was that f*ck, he was over her knee, she was spanking him, and he loved it, he loved her, he was going to explode if she didn’t let him come…

“But you’ve thought about it, haven’t you?”

“Yes. I dreamed about you.” He pushed up a little bit to relieve some of the pressure on his hands. His wrists were aching, and that wasn’t in the good way. “Please, Ma’am…”

“Please, what?”

“Please…give me the last one.”

She laughed, hushed and rasping and sounding so f*cking pleased with herself that he wanted to twist in her lap and grab her so he could kiss away that self-satisfaction, even as he knew he would never, ever do it. “You wouldn’t rather I open this tight little hole?”

“Oh, f*ck,” Reese breathed. “That too. Please.”

The final smack came down harder than the others, making him jump. He muttered out a thirteen and a thank you, Ma’am, as she’d requested, and waited for a moment, half-hoping she’d give him another dozen for his lack of appropriate enthusiasm. Definitely hoping she’d finger his *.

“Get up,” Corinne said. “In front of me. Let me see that cock.”

He stood, feet a little tingly but not quite fallen asleep. His prick didn’t bob or move this time, so hard it lay fiercely upright, snugged up against his belly. He shifted his weight, feet shoulder width. She hadn’t told him to, but his wrists crossed naturally at the small of his back.

“What did you like about what just happened?” she asked him.

He had to struggle to concentrate. Focus. “I liked the pain. I liked that you were doing it to make me think about being a better man, not just because I annoyed you. I liked feeling…”

“What?”

“Connected to you. Warm. I can’t explain it. What did you like about it?” he asked her.

Corinne smiled. “I liked that you liked it, of course. That you were getting off on it. The sounds you made. Mostly I liked that you didn’t have to let me, but you did. I liked that it was kind of silly. I didn’t think I’d like it as much as I did. Come here.”

He did at once. When she took the tip of his cock into her mouth, Reese couldn’t stop himself from putting his hands on her head to gather her hair at the base of her neck. Corinne didn’t protest, instead letting his prick sink deeper inside her heat. At the gentle sucking, he thought for sure he was going to explode, but she eased off in time to keep him from coming.

With her hand gripping him at the base, she looked up at him. “I should keep you on the edge all night.”

He groaned. “Please don’t.”

“Mmmm.” She took him in her mouth again, letting her tongue flick the underside of his head as her hand cupped his balls.

But she did, teasing him mercilessly for another twenty minutes with her lips and tongue. When he f*cked into her mouth she slapped his ass, bringing back the sting. No matter how close he was, Corinne knew just when to pull back, blowing breath after breath across the tip of his throbbing, aching cock.

“Please, Ma’am…I need to come.”

She hadn’t moved from her seat on the edge of the chair. Gripping his cock firmly at the base, she looked up at him. “You want to come. That’s not the same thing.”

Reese would’ve argued with her if he’d been able to form the words. He absolutely needed to ejaculate—the need as fierce and insistent as anything he’d ever known. All he could manage was a soft mutter though.

Her hand slid along the shaft, not enough pressure to get him off, just enough to tantalize him. “Are you going to contradict me? Do I need to start another list?”

“No, Ma’am…oh, f*ck. Please…”

“I love it when you beg me. I always loved it.” She squeezed him again at the base, cutting off the urge to spurt, but barely.

He wanted to come. He needed to please her. So breathing in, breathing out, Reese clenched internal muscles and thought of baseball and did whatever he could not to let himself release.

“Legs apart.”

He complied. Corinne slid her fingers inside her mouth and let them slide along his balls, then the seam of his perineum. At the pressure of her touch on his *, Reese gave a soft cry.

Corinne sighed. “Do you want to know how many times I touched myself over the years, making myself come, remembering you?”

“A lot, I hope. Ma’am.”

She pressed harder, the feeling delicious and urgent, making him want to grind himself down on her or f*ck into the empty air, anything that would relieve the building climax centered in his balls. She slid the tip of her finger inside the tight ring of muscle at the same time she covered his cockhead with her mouth. Reese shuddered, gasping.