Beg for It (24 page)

By the eleventh, he wasn’t sure he could last for one more, and not because it hurt. It would take a lot more than eleven or twelve spanks to really be painful. No, it was because his cock was betraying him, dripping clear, slick fluid all over her thighs and all it would take was a few stealthy thrusts to start easing him toward orgasm. It was all he could think about, really. Thrusting, grinding against the smoothness of her skin. It was strenuous, even, to bark out the words she’d demanded of him, and he knew the breaking of his voice would get to her.

“One more,” she breathed. Her hand soothed over his hot flesh. “Your ass is so red, puppy. Such a pretty shade of red. I bet your cock is almost the same shade now. What do you think? How about another twelve? Maybe twenty. Fifty would get you in better shape, wouldn’t it?”

“I don’t know…”

Another crack came down against him. “You don’t know, what?”

“Ma’am, twelve, thank you, Ma’am!”

“That was for not addressing me properly. You still get another. Do you understand?”

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 fuck, 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 fucking 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, fuck,” 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 asshole.

“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 fucked 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, fuck. 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 asshole, 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 fuck 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.

“I loved how doing this would make you writhe and whimper and moan and beg for me. I loved it,” she said against his shaft, the movement of her lips sending tickling sensation rippling through him. “I loved filling you with the toys.”

“I loved it too…”

She went a little deeper, stretching him. Her tongue flicked the divot beneath his cockhead. “Do you have any?”

“No, Ma’am, no. I wish I…fuck…oh, fuck.”

“Nothing? No ass plugs? You remembered how good it felt to be filled, but in all this time you never did it even by yourself?”

“Just my fingers, Ma’am…”

Her breath shuddered along his cock. “Oh…oh my God, really?”

“Yes.”

“I want to watch you do that.” Slowly, she withdrew and pushed at his thighs until he took an automatic step back on legs so weak he was sure he was going to fall.

Reese tried to compose himself. “What?”

“I want to watch you do what you did when you were alone. Thinking about us, about me fucking you. Show me.” Corinne flicked an imperious hand at him, though her blazing gaze and tilted smile gave away her arousal.

Seeing how turned on she was sent a slow, seeping strand of precome leaking out of him, so much it actually dripped from his cock. She moaned when she saw it. Reese clamped a hand on the base of his dick to try and keep himself from jetting all over her. It was close, so close, but he managed.

“You want me to umm…jack off for you?”

“Yes,” she breathed. “Please.”

“Can I sit, Ma’am, I’m afraid I’ll pass out otherwise.”

“We can’t have that. Do it however you need to, puppy. However you would’ve done it if I wasn’t here. When is the last time you jacked off?”

“The day before that first meeting we had.” Reese backed up to find the armchair behind him and sat, the material scratchy on his bare ass.

“Did you finger your ass?”

Heat burned the tips of his ears. “Yes, Ma’am.”

Her delighted laughter sent another slow, rolling wave of desire through him. “Oh…I fucking love that so much. The day before you met me in that restaurant and you were such a prick, you were jacking your cock and fingering your asshole, thinking about me?”

“Yes, Ma’am.” He settled into the chair, legs spread, ass hanging over the edge of the cushion. “Right here.”

“Show me.”

He gathered the slick precome from his cock and coated his fingers with it. One hand on his cock, stroking up and down just beneath the cockhead without palming it. The other, middle finger slicked with his arousal, pressed into the heat of his asshole. It went in easily enough to the first knuckle. His cock convulsed, balls tightening. More precome slipped out, and when he finally let his grip slide up and over the head of his prick, there was no more holding back. No teasing, no hesitating, nothing but the frantic, frenzied ride toward orgasm.

He wasn’t even hitting his prostate in this position—just the sensation of his slippery finger stretching the tender, sensitive ring of his sphincter was enough right now to send ejaculate boiling up and out of his balls. It exploded from him with a force hard enough to send his eyes rolling back in his head. Spurt after spurt of hot fluid jetted from him, spattering his belly, his chest…his own fucking face, his mouth, and the taste of it, that musky, ocean flavor, pushed another wave of ecstasy through him.

Panting, muscles aching, Reese fell back against the chair with his hands at his sides. He didn’t want to move. Couldn’t.

Maybe he’d fucking died, he thought with his eyes closed, trying to catch his breath.

He lost track of the time he spent that way, but it must’ve been a few minutes because a soft touch on his knee opened his eyes. Corinne knelt in front of him, a warm wet cloth in one hand that she used to stroke along his skin. Cleaning him up. Taking care of him. When she’d finished, she got up to lean over him.

She kissed his mouth gently. “Thank you, puppy, that was gorgeous.”

“I want to do for you,” Reese said, though he couldn’t manage to make himself get up.

“Don’t worry,” Corinne answered. “You will.”

Chapter Thirty-Three

Corinne had not allowed Reese to give her an orgasm last night, not after watching him provide that glorious display. He’d been clearly exhausted after, and even though she’d been so turned on her thighs had been coated with slickness from her hungry, craving pussy, she’d instead forced them both to take a hot shower and go to sleep. She’d known he’d make it up to her, and besides, she hadn’t told him that she’d come all on her own while watching him fuck his fist.

He’d started with serving her breakfast in bed, which had been a decadent treat. Then he’d gone down on her until she’d come twice, and after that he’d fucked her to another orgasm. Well worth the late start on sightseeing.

They’d spent the rest of the morning being tourists. Corinne had never explored Philadelphia, and Reese, despite living there, had never bothered either. They saw the Liberty Bell, the Betsy Ross House, Independence Hall. They’d grabbed lunch at the Reading Terminal Market. Barbecue brisket sandwiches, thick cut fries, and large chocolate shakes.

Now they were making the rounds of shops and bars on South Street. Holding hands. Stopping to look in store windows. Behaving like idiots, Corinne thought fondly as she made Reese pose for a selfie in front of a particularly funky splash of street art.

Across the street, a giant sign for CondomLand caught her eye. Next to it, though, was another shop. Smaller sign, but a better window display.

“Wow…is that what I think it is?” She pointed at the black leather bondage suit on the mannequin and shot Reese a gleeful grin.

Reese snorted softly. “Yeah. I’m sure. Please don’t tell me you want me to wear one of those.”

“Is that your hard limit?” She stood on her toes to kiss him.

“It might be.”

She tugged his hand. “Let’s go in anyway.”

He sighed but complied, following her across the street and into the shop, which did not fail to delight her as much from the inside as it had from out. Long shelves lit with neon featured a plethora of sex toys in packaging ranging from discreet and classy to outlandish and porny. Something for every taste. Different racks held costumes and clothing, while an upstairs loft promised more treasures. While she hadn’t planned this, Corinne already had a purchase in mind when she started toward the back wall with Reese in tow.

The first time around, there’d been no fancy sex shops for her to peruse. There’d been a few adult video stores in town, but they’d been seedy and gross. She’d done her ordering from an online catalog, hoping that the products she had to order sight—and fit—unseen would work.

“What are you looking for?” Reese asked.

“Something for you.”

“Oh, man.” He laughed, sounding embarrassed.