Arcadia Resurgence by Vague Vermillion (e books free to read txt) 📖

each slap, he would spend a moment rubbing away the sting, giving her the delightful warmth she craved, and smoothing away the hurt. Too soon, he stepped back, and Samantha bit back a whimper of frustration. She wanted more. Her warmed ass, now a light shade of pink, wriggled in the air. 

"I think 10 will be enough today, don't you, sweetheart?" Her Sir asked, stepping back. For a moment, Sam was confused...had that been 10? She wasn't sure...but then she heard the jingle of his belt buckle as he unfastened it. Her heart sped up, and she whimpered and squirmed. She loved and hated the belt. It HURT, but the feeling she always got after, the release, it was heavenly.

"I don't think I heard your answer," 

"Er...yes, Sir" she stumbled

He stepped close and leaned close to her, "Pardon?"

"Yes, Sir...10 is enough"

"Good girl," he said, moving back behind her, "Count."

The first strike connected with her ass with a startling slap. Samantha yelped and jerked, gripping the blankets on the bed tightly in her fingers as she bit out, "One."

The second strike, on the other cheek, was just as startling. 

"Two."

And so it continued, the sharp, stinging pain on her skin giving way to a spreading warmth moving through her body, lulling her into a sense of calm and making her feel like she was floating. 

"Ten," she said, releasing a long breath, and loosening her iron grip on the blankets. She didn't dare to move. She knew her Sir wasn't done with her yet. 

"Good girl," He said, his hands again grazing over her bright red ass, dipping down to move between her slick pussy lips, "very good girl."

Samantha moaned and pushed back on his fingers, a new type of heat spreading through her lower half. 

Sir's fingers slid lower, finding her clit, and stroking it with a rhythm that had Samantha panting and squirming. He slid his thumb through her wetness, and pressed it into her ass, holding her in place with the pressure while increasing his pace on her clit. Stroking over and over while she moaned and writhed, aching to have him inside her. Her pussy pulsed, and her orgasm built until she was on the brink,

"Sir," she gasped, "I'm going to cum"

"Good," he said, keeping his pace steady on her, "that's it...cum"

Samantha bucked against his hold as her body detonated, cumming hard. Before she had even finished twitching, she felt his cock press against her, and his hands grip her hips hard as he shoved deep inside her.

"Ahhhhh," she moaned, losing herself in the pace he set with his thrusts and the sounds his body made against hers. This was what she lived for, the moments when he used her body for his pleasure. Feeling him inside her, knowing he wanted her, that she pleased him, was a more delicious sensation than any orgasm. A turn on like no other. And soon she felt the pressure of another orgasm building. Her moans became a steady stream. She was so close.

"Sir sir sir, pleeeeease," 

His grip tightened, his breathing coming in ragged gasps as he approached his own climax,

"Yes. Cum for your Sir. Cum hard."

Samantha gripped the blanket tight, her back arching as her pussy began to clench around his cock. She cried out while he pounded into her, then shoved in deep, groaning as his own orgasm came upon him and he filled her. He held her firmly like that for a moment, riding out the waves, before sliding out and guiding her back so her face was level with his semi-hard cock. 

She darted her tongue out, taking in their combined flavours. Murmuring "mmmm," she continued on, licking him clean. He leaned down to kiss her, sharing their tastes, before pulling away and asking, 

"All better now?"

"Yes Sir," she replied with a relaxed, sleepy smile, "All better now." Imprint

Publication Date: 07-19-2018

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Dedication:
Tier Harribel