Claimed by Cupid (Nick and Holly #2)(8)



Sick of the layer of fabric between us, I grab it and yank it hard, causing it to rip clean off her body. She yelps at the burn, but before she can register the pain, my mouth is on her clit, sucking it into my mouth over and over again, setting a rhythm that I know is going to send her over the edge within minutes.

Her breathing picks up, and her hands find my hair. She loves to pull on my hair when I go down on her, and those little shocks of pain only urge me on. I suck and suck as her hips buck against me until I’m forced to wrap my arms around them and hold her in place.

“Yes! Don’t stop!” she yells, and I can’t help but hope someone can hear her. The idea of someone hearing her scream for me makes me feral. “Don’t stop, Daddy! Never stop. Never stop, oh my God.” She moans loud and long as she comes, her release coating my beard. I slowly pull the Lush free from her and toss it to the side. My tongue dips inside of her, getting every little bit of her release that I can.

“Such a little slut,” I say as I pull away and flip her over. She whimpers as I grab and grope her ass until it turns red under my ministrations. “Was this your plan all along? Get my attention by being naughty in class and then coming to seduce me?”

I smack her ass hard, watching a handprint form before doing the same to the other side. When she doesn’t answer me I slap each thigh just as hard, making her jerk and moan. I hold her down as she tries to move away.

“Ah, ah,” I tell her as I grab her legs and hold her in place. “Answer me.”

“Yes, sir,” she whimpers.

“Dirty…little…whore.” I accentuate each word with a smack to her ass. “I think it’s time for you to receive your punishment,” I murmur as I lay myself over her body, pinning her hands between her back and my front. With my free hand, I grab her throat and pull her face to mine. I kiss her hard. I kiss her until I taste blood from us biting one another.

“You remember your safe words?” I ask her, making sure she’s looking at me as I get her consent.

“I do.” We stare at each other for a moment before she nods and smiles, pecking me quickly on the lips before we settle back into the roles we’re playing.

I crawl off the bed and kick off my pants, my boxers soaked through where precum has leaked throughout the night. My balls are begging for release, but it’s not time yet. She has to get her punishment before I let her come all over my cock and get my own release. I grab a crop that hangs in my closet next to the other toys I’ve collected over the years.

I would prefer to try out a belt on her, but we haven’t really escalated much past my hand yet, and I don’t want to go from zero to a hundred. I walk back over to the bed and run the crop up each of her legs before letting it fall between her legs to skim over her needy cunt.

I tap the crop against her slit just hard enough for it to sting. She yelps, and her hips buck.

“Good little sluts know how to take their punishments. Are you going to be my good little slut, Holly?”

“Yes, sir,” she answers as the crop makes its way to the soft curve of her ass.

“How many did you collect tonight, Holly?”

“Eight,” she answers after a moment’s hesitation.

“You will count.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

The first smack with the crop is a light one, but the leather still leaves a mark on her skin. Her body jerks, and her fingers grip onto the sheets below her.

“One.”

The second one that lands is harder, causing her to cry out before the count of two falls from her lips. Each smack of the crop after that increases in intensity until I hear her say the warning word.

“Yellow,” she grinds out. I immediately drop the crop, move onto the bed, and settle between her thighs. I gently rub my hands across her heated skin.

“Talk to me,” I say, leaning over to kiss the tender flesh.

“I can handle two more,” she says after a moment’s rest. “With your hand.”

“Anything for you,” I tell her, giving her sore ass one last kiss.

I move my hand to a spot on the side of her thigh that hasn’t been hit with the crop and smack her lightly.

“Seven.” She moans and releases a breath. “Much better, Daddy.”

“Good girl.” I go to the other thigh and administer her last piece of punishment.

“Eight.”

“I want to fuck this tight little pussy of yours in this skirt, Holly,” I tell her, using my thumbs to spread her open. She’s so fucking wet. “But first—” I pause and let my hands wander up her body, massaging her back. “—I need to make sure you’re okay to continue.”

I move to hover over her as I wrap her hair in my hand. She turns her head to meet my eyes. They’re red-rimmed from the punishment, but her pupils are still blown wide, swallowing almost every bit of those beautiful grey irises.

“Please,” she begs, her voice full of lust and need. “I need to feel you inside of me, Mr. Saint. Please, fuck me.”

“As you wish, baby girl.”

I move back down her body, kissing and licking every piece of her body I can manage. Her sighs and moans urge me on. I stand and pull down my boxers, kicking them off before grabbing her hips and flipping her onto her back. I rip the rest of that shirt open, causing buttons to fly across the room. Pulling her bra down, I free her breasts and those perfect fucking nipples.

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