Grace impresses me. She excites me.
My Grace.
She has taken the strikes of the tawse, one of my favorite toys, like I thought she would. She likes a challenge, and this is certainly one she’s never had before.
She has kept her wrists tightly together as if they were bound, she hasn’t moved her feet. Besides the movement forward when I first struck her, she’s done as she’s been told.
I can’t get any harder than I am at the moment. She wants to please me. And because of that, I want to please her.
But I still owe her two more strikes of the tawse. The skin of her ass already shows the effects of the leather strap. Red, pink, and a little puffy. I kiss each place I’ve landed a blow, thankful she’s allowed me this.
Because she could always have said no.
She could have always stopped me mid-strike. She did not.
And I know now she'll take the last two as she did the first four.
What’s even more exciting is that she likes ass play. And it’s one more reason I can’t get enough of her.
Out of appreciation, I hand over a little of the control to her. “For these last two… On a scale of one to ten. Ten being hard, one being just a light tap… What number, Grace?
She’s silent for a moment, most likely judging her own tolerance. “Six,” she finally says, her voice breathy.
Six is about what the last couple I gave her were. I give her a six again, which makes my balls tighten painfully.
“Last one. Number.”
“Eight.”
I hesitate. “Are you sure, Grace?” I need to be sure. I don’t want to hurt her, but I want to give her what she asks for.
“Yes, please, Nick. An eight.”
I give her an eight and she whimpers before blowing out a shaky breath, but she didn’t move. Not an inch.
I toss the tawse out of the way and concentrate on stretching her tight canal with my fingers as much as possible. I’m not sure if she’ll be ready for me to take her there today. Or even tonight. But by the end of the week, maybe. It’s something to look forward to.
When she groans, and squeezes my fingers, I say, “And now, the reward.”
“I think I like the punishment better.”
I throw my head back and laugh. Not surprisingly, I haven’t laughed like that in a long time. It’s an incredible feeling.
“How do you know? You haven’t received your reward, yet. Though you talked out of turn. Are you purposely pushing me to punish you again? And who said the punishment next time will be the same?” When she doesn’t answer me, I add, “You can speak freely, Grace.”
All this time, I’m sliding my slick fingers in and out of her ass and as soon as I tell her she can talk, she lets out a loud moan and her spine bows. She rocks her hips back and shoves my fingers deeper.
I grab my cock with my free hand and spread the precum around the head before stroking it to the same rhythm of my fingers.
Watching her move against my hand turns me on to no end.
“Do you want me inside you, Grace? Is that what you want for your reward?”
“Yes,” she hisses. “I need you… right now.”
“Pull off the blindfold, grab a condom.” As she does what I ask, I continue, “Open it up and hand it to me.” She rips the package open with her teeth and passes the condom back to me, turning enough so she can watch me roll it on one handed.
“I’m so ready for you, baby,” I murmur as I press the crown of my cock between her swollen lips.
“I’m ready for you, too.” She sighs as I press slowly into her.
I’m surrounded by hot, wet silk as she accepts me fully. I pause. Mostly because I need to gather my wits. I don’t want to come immediately and that may very well happen, especially with my fingers deep inside her, also.
She groans and pushes back against me. “Nick…”
“Yes, baby, I hear you. I know what you need. I need it, too,” I reassure her. “Let me tell you how beautiful your ass looks right now, striped from your punishment, stretched from my fingers inside you. It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”
I close my eyes and bite back a groan when she squeezes me tight, both my fingers and my cock. Then I have no choice but to move; I can’t hold myself back anymore. I try to keep control, keep it slow, steady. All the way in, all the way out. Her body hugs me and the need to move faster, harder pulls at me.
“Fuck me,” she groans.
“Faster?”
“Yes.”
“Harder?”
“Oh…yes.”
I give her what she wants until I lose all sense of time, all my thoughts float away until there is nothing left but her. Only her. Only me. Just the two of us connected as we climb to a higher plane together. Her cries come steady and when she calls my name, I struggle not to lose it. I want this to last.
I’ve waited a long time for someone to come along and fill that hole deep inside me. And now that I have her, I don’t want to let her go. I don’t want to let go of myself.
But I must. My body can only take so much, my mind spins out of control. I need to find release.
And as she ripples around me, groaning, moaning, gripping the bed sheets, shoving her ass into my hips, I let myself go. I let everything go.
But I also let her in. I let her fill that emptiness deep inside me.
If only for a moment, I feel whole again.
Wanted.
Needed.
Loved.
Complete.