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Authors: Ashe Barker
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She said nothing. Releasing the tight grip of her arms around her knees, she reached between her legs to caress her plump pussy lips. He noted she avoided contact with her swollen clit. He might have directed her there, but decided against it. This was her show, he would let her play it out as she pleased. For now.
Victoria’s questing fingers circled the entrance to her cunt. She reached with her other hand too, using her thumbs now to spread the lips wide open. She was so red, so wet, the aroma of her musky arousal affecting him almost like a drug.
“I want to taste you.”
“Yes, sir.”
He leaned in to draw the tip of his tongue along her slit, from where his own fingers were embedded in her arse, right to the quivering tip of her clit. He was careful to apply no pressure there —neither of them wanted this moment to conclude too abruptly. He lifted his face up a little, and blew on her exposed pussy.
“Sir, I…”
“What do you want me to do to you, Victoria?”
“Nothing, sir. May I have a moment, please?”
“Of course.” Even so, he could not resist blowing light puffs of cooling air across her cherry-pink flesh as Victoria drew her fingers slowly along each side of her entrance. She slipped just her fingertips inside and rimmed the outer edges. Her breathing was unsteady, just a low, desperate panting. She pushed harder, burying two fingers right inside. He noted that she knew just where her most sensitive spot was and found it straight away. He had taught her well.
“Let me suck your clitoris.”
“I won’t be able to hold back, sir.”
“I know. And that will give me all the more reason to spank you. You want me to spank you, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir. I need to be spanked. Hard.”
“This will work out quite nicely then, don’t you agree?”
“Yes, sir.”
“So?”
“Please suck my clitoris, sir.”
He leaned in again, this time to seize the engorged tip between his lips. He held it there for a few moments as he flicked at it with his tongue, then he drew it right into his mouth and hollowed his cheeks.
Victoria screamed, as he had known she would. He spared a thought for the servants, then dismissed it. They knew better than to hang around outside locked doors when he was with his wife. He continued to suck as she convulsed and jerked under him, her hips thrusting hard against his mouth and the fingers in her arse. He withdrew them and plunged them back, adding the friction he knew she craved.
At last her frantic wriggling subsided. Her body relaxed, loosened. Moments later, she opened her eyes.
“Thank you, sir.” Her voice was soft, that of a well-sated woman. She would be considerably more satisfied before he had done with her.
Adam slipped his fingers from her arse.
“Get up. I want you over my knee. Now.”
Her movements clumsy, uncoordinated, Victoria slid from the table and draped herself across his lap. He took several moments to admire her bottom, so peachy, so soft and rounded. She was perfect. He laid his palm on her right buttock, massaging the firm flesh and imagining the hand marks he intended to place there in the next few minutes. Victoria stretched and writhed under his caress, lifting her derrière up, pressing her bottom into his hand.
“Sir, please…”
He lifted his palm, and delivered several sharp slaps to her backside. Her breath caught, then released in a long exhale as she relaxed into the sensuous spanking. Adam continued, dropping the spanks all over her buttocks until her entire bottom glowed a delicate shade of pink. He moved to her thighs, subjecting them to the same treatment as his wife purred and gyrated her hips.
He stopped, and she stiffened. “Sir, please…”
“You want more?”
“Yes, more. Just a little.”
“Would you like my belt?”
“Oh, sweet Lord, yes. Yes, I would.”
Adam helped her to stand, and noted that she was even more unsteady now. He gestured with his hand to the desk. “Bend over. And you are to tell me when you have had enough. Yes?”
“Yes, sir. Of course.”
Of course, my eye.
After five years of marriage she had yet to ever ask him to stop.
But he would be able to tell. Her whimpers would become screams, she would chew on her lower lip. She would look at him, and the evidence would be there in her eyes. Then he would know.
She turned to face him, her smile radiant as he slid his belt from around his waist. He folded it in his hand, the loop hanging down beside his knee as he palmed the buckle. “Now?”
She nodded and closed her eyes.
The belt made a whooshing sound as it flew through the air. It was a sound he always loved, almost as much as he loved the resounding crack it made as it connected with his wife’s bottom. A dark red stripe bloomed across the pink cheek, and she came up on her toes with the force of the blow.
“Too hard?”
“No, sir. Just perfect.”
Adam repeated the action, leaving a matching stripe across the other buttock. He waited a few seconds before each stroke, to allow her to lift onto her toes then settle again. She was reaching across the desk, her fingers opening and closing against the polished mahogany. Her face was turned toward him, her eyes closed.
With each stroke he delivered she flinched, her features furrowing then smoothing again. He watched, registering each grimace, each moan or whimper.
Ten strokes later, he began to wonder. On the eleventh she opened her eyes to look at him, and he knew. He laid down his belt and leaned over to kiss the nape of her neck.
“I love you, my sweet Victoria.”
“I love you too, Adam. Sir.”
He chuckled, knowing full well who held the power here. She’d had him in the palm of her dainty little hand since the moment he first saw her reaching across his breakfast table to help herself to his marmalade. She showed no sign of ever letting him go.
The End
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