CHAPTER 46: The Virgin’s Lover, Part 4
… as his tongue skims over my pussy, I gasp and shudder.
My pussy is flowing, hot and free, my clit, quivering in anticipation, and deep inside, the promise of climax vibrates through me.
My Master’s tongue weaves circles around my clit, probing, lapping, licking and, with a shudder, my orgasm arising, I start to moan. To get this twice in a day; how much more could I ask for?
“Did I give you permission to cum?”
???
A little uncertainly, “No Master. You didn’t.”
“You will not allow yourself to climax until I instruct it.”
How do I do that?
“No, Master. I’ll try.”
“You will do better than try. You will not allow yourself to climax.”
His tongue swirls inside my lips, lapping over my clit, working its magic over my engorged vulva.
Orgasm arises in me, welling up from deep within.
“Master... I...”
“No.”
“Master, I don’t know how to stop it...”
“Learn. You may not cum until... and unless... I give you permission.”
My Master’s tongue continues to work my swollen bud. His breath is hot over my core and inner thighs.
Oh, God!
Oh, God!!!!!!
Back arched as I strain and quiver, “Master, please.”
“No.”
“Master... I can’t stop it.”
My orgasm wells and blooms, exploding upwards and outwards from my core and...
He releases his hold on me, stands, and slaps me across the buttocks, hard.
Slap!
Slap!
This is no love tap. The spank of his hard hand across my cheeks stings and burns. I can tell it is intended to hurt, and I scream in shock. My welling climax subsides under the pain.
Slap! Again, on the same spot. I can almost see my butt reddening under his spanking.
“No! As I told you, you may not cum yet. This is not for your enjoyment.”
Although under the pain of the spanking, my orgasm has subsided, my pussy, still quivering, welcomes him as his tongue reaches, deliciously inside me. Wiping through my inner ring of muscle, I flow freely and my clit pulses, demanding my Master’s further attentions.
Temporarily abated, my orgasm bubbles up again and my hips begin to judder. Surging, my climax ripples from core to loins and...
My Master withdraws, my pussy left cold and empty and...
Slap! …
Oh God!
That hurts...
Slap! …
“I repeat. You may not come until, and unless, I allow it. I do not expect to repeat myself again.”
“Master...” I am trembling now with the need to cum, and with the fear of... of what?
Slap!
“Did I give you permission to speak?”
“No Master.”
“You are taking my goodwill for granted.”
“Master...” I am shackled, wrists and ankles. Spread wide, pinned, I cannot even struggle. “Master please, when may I cum?”
“Not yet. Perhaps not at all.”
“Please…why?”
“Because I enjoy looking at you like this. I enjoy opening you up and looking inside you and making you flow. I take my pleasure from the sensation of your pussy quivering over my tongue, and knowing that you cannot do anything about it.”
Slap! And I scream again.
“... And you are not going to be released until you are ready to gush. You started this Charlotte, but I will finish it, when, and as, and if, it suits me. And I will not release you until your cunt is ready to dissolve into my mouth…”
And with that, he licks and sucks at my pulsing folds and clit, winding me again up the curling path to climax. And as I brink and hover, again, my Master stands and smacks again, hard, at my glowing butt.
“Please Master…”
“No.”
“Master…please…”
“Do want me to gag you?” And he slaps again, still harder, and again on the same tender spot. “Or would you prefer me to use a flogger?”
I scream at the pain. “No Master, please, no.”
My hips are quivering uncontrollably, as I feel his two hands sliding between my cheeks, pulling them apart, stretching them open still further. Fingers scissor between my folds and push inside me, probing, waggling at my sweet spot, sending further electric waves ripping through my exhausted flesh. Pulling them out, he sucks them clean of my juices.
“Not wet enough yet. Let’s see if we can up the ante eh?”
??
What can he possibly do that...??
Almost despairingly, I hear the whirr of the vibe coming to life. For a second or so it licks around my entrance, and over my clit, sending my trembling hips into further helpless spasms, then it is withdrawn and again, the hard Slap! of my Master’s hand over my sore flesh.
There are footsteps.
Bent over, upside-down and behind me, I see Michael step into the room, carrying a couple of large, brown paper bags. He smiles at first, then his expression changes as he sees the force of the next Smack! my Master delivers to my incandescent bottom and hears my cry as the blow lands.
“What the...? James...?”
“Stay out of it, Michael. Charlotte and I have a little disagreement to settle. A small dispute over the appropriate exercise of good manners.
And he drops again to his knees, sucking at my clit, probing my core with the vibe, then again... Slap!
Beside myself, as my Master continues his work, my breathing frantic, my need to orgasm driving me crazy, becoming close to unbearable, I can do nothing. And the pain of the spanking only grows as each blow lands on the same tormented, sore, skin.
The hard metal cuffs bite into my wrists and ankles. Even bending over the bed, I am having difficulty supporting myself. “Master... I can’t stand…”
“Tough.” And he pushes my ankles further apart, destabilising me entirely so that I flop over the end of the bed, simply hanging over the bed footer.
What do I do?
I can’t take much more of this.
Michael says nothing but sits on the bed beside me, stroking one manacled hand. He holds my eyes, wincing when I cry out with each blow; locking eyes with me as I am forced along the path of climax, then turned back.
Finally, he says quietly, “Charlotte. I wasn’t here, so I don’t know what happened, but could it be that you perhaps owe your Master an apology for something?”
Penny Drops
Oh God. Of course, I do...
“Oh, Master. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to annoy you. I just thought we… we could have some fun... It won’t happen again, I promise.”