“Good girl,” he praised, letting go of the belt. “That spanking took care of one of your infractions.”
Her body stayed slack, perhaps spent in defying him. He rubbed her flushed ass with a liberal amount of aloe.
“You smell incredible,” he murmured. His eyes glazed as he spotted the generous trail of drool sliding down her thighs. A submissive after his own heart. “My god, Mariah, you're a walking wet dream.”
He abandoned the aloe and dove in with his fingers. Her channel was so slick, it swallowed him to the knuckles. “You're so tight, so wet. I want my cock in you.”
With each thrust of his fingers, he learned her. His cock swelled to ginormous proportions, tenting his slacks. Ignoring his need, he continued to plunge into her wet folds and swirl his thumb over her clit on occasion. He listened for the peak of her bliss, watched the rise and fall of her upper back, relished the increased frenzy of her breathing, lusted after the slight tension flitting across her face, devoured the flush of her body, and felt for the imminent tremble of her sex.
She was close.
So close.
He withdrew, a quirk shaping his lips.
A muffled cry of agitation rent the air before being replaced by the rise and fall of her heavy breathing.
She tried to squeeze her legs together, but he kept them apart.
“Uh-uh-uh,” he warned. “If you try to get yourself off, your remaining infraction doubles.”
Her body stayed slack, perhaps spent in defying him. He rubbed her flushed ass with a liberal amount of aloe.
“You smell incredible,” he murmured. His eyes glazed as he spotted the generous trail of drool sliding down her thighs. A submissive after his own heart. “My god, Mariah, you're a walking wet dream.”
He abandoned the aloe and dove in with his fingers. Her channel was so slick, it swallowed him to the knuckles. “You're so tight, so wet. I want my cock in you.”
With each thrust of his fingers, he learned her. His cock swelled to ginormous proportions, tenting his slacks. Ignoring his need, he continued to plunge into her wet folds and swirl his thumb over her clit on occasion. He listened for the peak of her bliss, watched the rise and fall of her upper back, relished the increased frenzy of her breathing, lusted after the slight tension flitting across her face, devoured the flush of her body, and felt for the imminent tremble of her sex.
She was close.
So close.
He withdrew, a quirk shaping his lips.
A muffled cry of agitation rent the air before being replaced by the rise and fall of her heavy breathing.
She tried to squeeze her legs together, but he kept them apart.
“Uh-uh-uh,” he warned. “If you try to get yourself off, your remaining infraction doubles.”
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The above excerpt is from Purr Scent I: The Meeting, in which Clark Mannings initiates his lover into the pleasures of pleasure and pain.
Purr Scent I: The Meeting is part of the Purr Billionaire BDSM Trio of stories that follow a bisexual female submissive awakening to her sexuality, a lesbian Dominatrix, and a heterosexual alpha male Dominant. Purr Scent I: The Meeting is free on all retail sites. |
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Jacintha Topaz is the author of Purr Erotica Romance, devoted to FF, MM, LGBT, MFF Menage and More BDSM, kink, bondage, fetish, spanking, domination, submission, hot, sexy, erotic romance reads. When not writing, she can be found indulging in cashews and kefir and her secret love of armchair gardening.
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