Read Story: SEASON 2 EPISODE 82

She compressed her lips into a thin line, licked them, and did as she was told, draping her body over my knees so that her ass stuck in the air.

I gently placed a hand on her firm, round ass… almost revrently, as I pressed my fingers into her supple skin. I cupped her face with my other hand and guided her to look at me.

“First off,” I said, my voice low, “thank you for listening. You’re the reason I’m back, and I’ll never forget what your obedience has done for me.”

I meant every word. That Chloe’s plan had actually worked was nothing short of unbelievable, and I could very well be captured or dead if it wasn’t for Helen’s vigilance. The fact that she kept it inside of her all this time was a testament to her discipline and devotion.

That’s what I wanted her to turn Bobbi into—the image of the two of them completely devoted, kneeling at my feet as golden firelight played off their skin…

“You did take it out, though,” I said. “For a good reason, but it was still disobedience.”

God… the fire in her eyes. There was a minuscule pressure on my leg as she ground it against my crotch. If the dynamics between us hadn’t shifted so much, I could have sworn she would be tearing my clothes off right now.

“I want you to count each strike.”

It was standard Dom/sub fare… nothing crazy, but then this report between us was new, and given her history, I thought it best to take it slow. Besides… I wasn’t mad that she hadn’t followed the letter of my law—not in this case.

Still cradling her face in my hand so that we continued to gaze at each other, I swiftly brought my hand down on her ass. A loud crack sounded in the otherwise quiet study.

She flinched but didn’t blink. “One.”

I struck her again, making full contact with my palm on her right ass cheek—harder this time.

“Two.” Her eyes fluttered shut, and I felt her drive her groin into my leg a little more firmly.

“Three,” she said, gritting her teeth through the sting of pain as I struck her again. She chewed on her bottom lip as she continued to look up at me with those twin azure flames.

I struck again, landing a blow on the underside of her other ass cheek and left my fingers there, lingering on her warm skin.

“Four.” She finally looked away, and I let her face slide from my grasp. Instead, I placed my hand on top of her head, running my fingers across her soft hair. I simultaneously slid my fingers down the steep curve of her ass, running them up her inner thigh until my forefinger made contact with her pussy lips. I ran the pad of my finger between them; her cunt was so slick with arousal that it clided across them like an figure skater across ice.

A moan of pure ache sounded, and Helen tried to press herself onto my finger, but it was too late. I brought the finger to my lips and enjoyed the taste of her desire and submission.

My cock needed to find its way inside her. Soon.

“Five,” she said, shuddering as I brought my hand down on her ass again, pausing to massage her buttock… squeeze it. Claim it. She was mine. I kept having to remind myself that I owned Helen VanCamp.

I would never have dreamed this would be our fate when we first met.

Another strike. “Six.”

Another. Harder. “Ugh! Seven!”

I gave her ass anther quick, firm squeeze. Then swatted it again.

“Eight!”

Another—the hardest one yet across both cheeks.

“Nnng! Nine!” she gasped.

I raised my hand high in the air and prepared for the final strike, waiting a beat longer than necessary. Both her creamy cheeks were stained pink by my blows, and I couldn’t decide which one needed it more.

“Get up,” I growled.

She looked up at me in confusion, her eyes darting from my raised hand to my face, but only hesitated a fraction of a second before sliding off my lap and settling to her knees in front of me. She gazed up at me, and I could see the wheels turning.

-Slap-

The hand across her face took her by surprise, and she raised her hand to touch her cheek as if trying to process what I’d just done.

“You should know why I did that more than anyone else?” I said, leaning forward in my seat.

She brought her fingers away from her cheek and looked up at me. “Because… I was enjoying it a little too much.”

Again… trust the Dom to know how to be a good sub.

“You know as well as I do that this was hardly more than foreplay,” I said. My voice was thick with desire to take her, and I had to lean into discipline to restrain myself. “You just needed a small reminder of what this was supposed to be.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said. The humiliation in her eyes giving way as desire once again took over.

I stood up and stepped forward so that my crotch was less than a foot from her head. “Now, serve me.”

Helen gingerly reached for my waist, moving the hem of my shirt out of the way so that she could fumble with my belt buckle. It released with a soft clink; the sound of the zipper followed soon after. In one fluid motion, my pants and boxers were dragged down my legs, leaving me bare to the study’s cool air.

My cock stood rigid, pulsing in the cool air between us. Helen looked up at me and smiled… she knew that hardon was meant for her.

She leaned in and pressed her face to my length, peering around it playfully as if she were hiding behind it. I fought a little smile, trying to maintain that persona of dominance, but it was difficult when she looked so happy.

I would have murdered to see what was going on in her head.

She tilted her head back, running her face up the length of my cock, her bottom lip catching on my sensitive skin as she traveled to the tip. Then she kissed it—open-mouthed, soft, and wet. It was reverent and lingering… like a prayer.

Jesus Christ… no one worshiped a cock quite like my Helen.

The mushroom head slipped past her lips, and I felt her tongue lathe around its girth as she took a quarter of an inch inside her mouth on the first plunge. Her icy blue eyes slid up to meet mine, and she moaned, the vibrations sending chills up my spine.