“No,” she replied stubbornly as she opened the drawer, stung by his effortless ability to read her.
He chuckled. “Do you have the paddle?”
She swallowed thickly as she wrapped her fist around the handle and withdrew the instrument of punishment.
“Yes.”
“Then put me on speaker phone and place the phone on the mattress near your hips.” She did what he’d suggested, her trepidation and excitement rising. “Now lie on your left side on the bed. Curl up your knees, little kitten,” he murmured, his seductive voice resonating throughout the still room. “Is the paddle in your right hand?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Twist your hips a little. Present your bottom to the paddle.”
She bit her lower lip to prevent a whimper of arousal from escaping her throat. She now knew for a fact that the rumors of Lucien seducing from his voice alone were one hundred percent accurate. The polished wood felt hard and exciting next to her buttock as she pressed it there while she drew up her knees toward her waist and twisted her hips.
“Are you in position?” came Lucien’s voice in her ear.
“Yes.”
“Are you comfortable?”
“Yes,” Elise answered honestly. She lay on her side, her bent knees near her chest, her right thigh higher than the left in order to better expose her buttocks.
“You were correct in what you imagined me saying while you pleasured yourself. If you thought I was demanding that you continue to abstain just a bit longer, than you should have complied. But I’m pleased, as well, that you succeeded in pulling your hand away twice. Because of that, you may touch yourself at the same time you give yourself a good spanking. I give you permission to come, if you are so inclined.”
“Oh . . . okay,” she said, experiencing a strange mixture of shyness and arousal at his words. Instinctively, she ground her thighs together tightly to get pressure on her pussy. “May I begin now?”
“You may begin touching your pussy once I hear how hard you land the paddle. I will know whether or not you are going easy on yourself. Is the phone near your bottom?”
She scooted the phone nearer to her ass and lifted the paddle.
Smack.
“Hmm, that seemed adequate. You tell me. Was it hard enough to fit the crime?”
“Perhaps I was a little easy on myself,” she said in a quavering voice.
He laughed. “Elise, you please me so much.”
Her heart bumped against her breastbone at the sound of arousal tightening his voice.
“You will paddle yourself ten more times. Count out loud, so I can hear you. I expect it to sting. If I notice the smacks weakening, I will tell you how many more you must take when you finish. Do you understand?”
Arousal flashed through her, electrical in its intensity. Could there be anything more exciting than hearing Lucien instruct her in self-punishment, anything more stimulating than his utter confidence that she would do precisely what he demanded?
“May I . . . may I touch myself now,” she asked, unable to disguise her breathless eagerness.
“You may begin.”
It was excruciating, the anticipation. She was having trouble catching her breath as she propped her upper body on her left elbow so as to better see the profile of her curved, naked bottom. She plunged her hand between her thighs and rubbed slick, hungry flesh. Her phone had never seemed remotely sexy before, but knowing Lucien was listening while she spanked and pleasured herself made the mundane technology incredibly erotic.
She lifted the paddle over her ass.
Smack.
She jumped slightly. In her excitement, she’d landed the paddle more briskly than she expected. Her buttock prickled with mild pain. Her hand moved more strenuously between her thighs. “One,” she called out, remembering what Lucien had instructed.
She paddled her ass again and grimaced. “Two.”
At five, her bottom was starting to burn. Surely Lucien would be pleased, wouldn’t he? She rubbed her clit more rapidly in mounting excitement.
“Are you turning pink?” he asked, his voice sounding slightly hoarser than before, like a rough seduction.
“Yes,” she panted, inspecting her right buttock.
“And hot? Touch your bottom.”
She skimmed two fingertips over the taut skin with the hand that held the paddle, feeling the heat.
“Yes,” she told him, her hand moving even faster between her thighs. He gave a harsh groan.
“Continue,” he said, sounding much less calm than he had earlier.
“Six,” she said between pants as she paddled her ass again. The protesting nerves sent prickles of excitement along her anus, sacrum, and sex. Her pussy was aflame and drenched. She was going to come . . . very soon. She landed the paddle again with an even louder cracking sound. A puff of air flew past her lips.
“Seven.”
Lucien was masturbating while he listened to her punishment; she suddenly just knew that for a fact. She imagined his fist moving up and down on his thick stalk in a rapid, powerful, pistonlike motion from just below his fleshy cockhead to his full balls, his facial muscles rigid, his eyes hot. She’d seen him do it enough to have the image burned into her brain for an eternity.
She felt herself cresting at the erotic image and moaned out loud. She paddled her bottom briskly again, the flash of pain and the subsequent burn feeding her arousal. “Eight,” she grated out before popping her ass again in quick succession. “Nine . . . oh . . .”
Orgasm loomed. She struggled to stave it off by paddling her smarting ass extra hard, but the burst of sensation only served to send her over the edge.