Taming Seraphine

SERAPHINE

I’m on my back, thrashing, kicking, and struggling, but Leroi’s dominance over my body is absolute. He glares down at me like the vengeful god of lust, his features switching between anger and arousal.

“Your ass is going to regret that,” he says, his mouth so close to mine that his minty breath warms my lips. “You’re too fond of pushing my buttons.”

“No, I’m not.” I jerk my neck forward to deliver a head butt, which only makes him draw back.

“Liar,” he says, his grip around my wrists tightening. “I’ll bet that sweet little pussy is soaked.”

All the self-defense moves the handler drilled into me are useless against Leroi. It’s as though he anticipates my every move. His free hand slides down to my waistband and yanks down my leggings, then he slides his fingers into my panties and finds my slick folds.

“Dirty girl. You’re soaked. You love being hunted,” he says, his voice rough and low.

I shake my head, my clit swelling, my hips jerking to create more friction, but he pulls his hand away. I groan with frustration.

“Oh. Did you think I would make your punishment pleasant, angel?” he croons, his teeth closing in on my earlobe and delivering another burst of pleasure and pain.

Before I can even respond, he drags me across the dry grass to a fallen log, and flips me over it onto my stomach. My breath catches, and I crawl on my hands, trying to get away, but the flat of his palm lands on my right ass cheek with a hard slap.

The sting races through my buttocks and settles into my clit. I cry out, the top half of my body collapsing onto the dry ground.

“Little brats who run away from their punishments get extra hard spankings.” He places a hand between my shoulder blades. “Now, count them.”

Shivers run down my spine. I part my thighs, remembering my first punishment when he spanked my ass and rubbed my clit and made me beg and cry for more. I want more of that.

“One,” I rasp, my voice trembling.

He delivers another hard slap to the same buttock, and I cry out, my hips arching.

“Two!” I scream, my fingers closing in around the grass.

This punishment is different. There are no light strokes or caresses, no mercy or restraint. It’s more pain than pleasure, but the intensity of each spank builds as I count and by the time he reaches six, my eyes water.

The spanks come in a steady rhythm, each one a little harder than the last. Clenching my teeth, I press my cheek into the log’s rough bark, my legs trembling, my walls convulsing with need. I’m lost in a sea of agony and ecstasy, with arousal trickling down my inner thighs.

He stops after the tenth, leaving me breathless. The breeze barely cools my burning ass cheeks, but it’s nothing compared to my pulsing clit. It aches so desperately with need that it feels fit to burst.

I try to rise off the log, but I’m desperate and weak. If he doesn’t fuck me this instant, I’m going to die.

Leroi’s thick fingers slide into my soaking pussy, filling the air with obscene wet sounds. “Fuck,” he growls. “You’re dripping. You love getting stripped naked and spanked out in the open.”

I swallow hard, my hips quivering. “No.”

His harsh laugh makes my hair stand on end. He pulls his fingers out, making me gasp at the loss.

“Don’t lie to me, little Seraphine. You like hurting men and making them bleed, but nothing gets your cunt wetter than a hard spanking.”

The cheeks on my face burn hotter than my ass. I want to shake my head and deny the accusation, but I want his touch more.

“Yes,” I whisper, barely able to form the words. “But I need you inside me now.”

“Not until you’ve learned your lesson. When I give you an order, you obey.”

I grind my teeth. “Why didn’t you just say red?”

“Because I’m the one in charge,” he snarls.

I know that, but I love getting Leroi so riled up and aroused that he forgets himself.

His fingers circle my clit, making it swell to nearly twice its size before pushing at my entrance. “What do you say?” he asks. “Are you going to be an obedient little girl who gets her wet cunt filled with my cock, or a disobedient one who gets to sit in the car with a hungry pussy?”

I’m tempted to push him further, but the need for release is overcoming.

When he pulls back his fingers, my heart drops into the log. He wouldn’t leave me like this?

“An obedient one,” I say with a whimper.

“That’s my girl.”

Leroi pushes his finger past my opening and searches around until he finds a spot that sends a jolt of arousal through my nervous system, and my legs go rigid. My eyes squeeze shut. This feels amazing. He massages it with gentle strokes until my vision fills with stars.

“You like it when I stroke your g-spot?” he asks.

“Yes,” I moan.

The digit stills. “Fuck my finger.”

“Wh-What?”

“If you want that orgasm, you’re going to take it.”

My breath comes in shallow pants, my mind reels, and it takes a second to realize that he’s asking me to push back on his digit. I bite my lip and move my hips back and forth, trying to create a little friction.

“Dirty little angel,” he grunts. “You’ll take it however you can get it, even when you’re covered in dirt, lying on a filthy log.”

My muscles clench around his finger, and I shift, trying to position it exactly where I need it most. Sweat breaks out across my skin and I buck harder. This isn’t working. I need more.

“More” I say through gasping breaths. “Please.”

“Beg. Tell me how much you want it.”

“Please, give it to me,” I cry. “Give me two fingers.”

“What do you say?”

Frustration burns through my chest and up to the back of my throat. I already said yes. What more does he want? The need brimming inside me is a flame that sears through my soul.

Leroi wants to be in charge. He probably wants me to act more submissive. I’ll play along, for now, until I get my orgasm. After that, I’ll go back to being my own woman.

“Please give me two fingers, sir.”

The pressure between my shoulder blades lifts, and he pulls out the first digit. As he positions two at my entrance, I add, “And please fuck me with your huge cock, master.”

His deep growl vibrates against my back, telling me he’s pleased. When two thick digits stretch me open, I moan. This is exactly what I need… For now.

Leroi doesn’t move them, but it doesn’t matter. I roll my hips, finding a rhythm and movement I need to put pressure on my sensitive spot.

“Just like that,” he rumbles. “Take what you need, my filthy little angel.”

“Yes,” I cry, my thighs tightening and increasing the pressure on my clit.

“Fuck. You look so good, taking my fingers like they’re a cock.”

As I fuck myself on his digits, I no longer feel the grass between my fingers, the dirt beneath my knees, or the rough bark on my stomach. I move back and forth, letting his fingers stroke that sensitive spot. My breathing shallows. My lungs burn and my face heats. All that exists now is Leroi and me and the pleasure that builds and builds until my vision goes black.

Heat radiates from my core, and my muscles tighten around his fingers. Molten rapture pools behind my clit, turning my body into a raw nerve. I pant hard through the sensations, feeling my approaching orgasm.

Leroi remains a still presence at my back, his hot breath fanning one side of my face. “That’s it, angel,” he rasps. “You’re doing so well.”

This is the closest I’ve ever come to climaxing without Leroi’s help. His fingers are inside me, but I’m the one doing all the work. He continues encouraging me to move harder, faster, until my body is drenched in sweat.

“You look so pretty when you’re taking my fingers,” he says. “Now, I want you to come.”

The heat inside me intensifies. I whisper, “I-I’ll try, sir.”

“You have until the count of five, Seraphine. If you don’t come all over my fingers before then, I’ll spank you again until you can’t move.”

“Oh, fuck!”

“One.”

My hips move faster, and the pressure around my core intensifies. I’m so close that I can almost taste that orgasm. Squeezing my eyes shut, I focus only on the sensations.

“Two.”

Leroi wouldn’t leave me wanting, even if I fail. Would he?

“Three.”

Oh, shit. I think he’s serious.

I bite down on my lip and move faster, pushing harder against his fingers. My hands clench into fists, and I imagine myself back in his bedroom with a steak knife pressed to his jugular. Instead of sitting on his thick erection, I’m riding it, my movements making him bleed.

“Four.”

As I reach down to taste the blood trickling down his throat, he releases a moan so loud and deep that pushes me over the edge. The pleasure is too intense to hold back and rolls through my body like thunder. I scream, my body convulsing with each lightning strike of pleasure.

It’s like being electrocuted, only the current comes from my core and not the collar or the chip and what I’m feeling is ecstasy and not agony. My inner walls spasm around his fingers. The climax is so powerful that I cry out his name.

Finally, I collapse against the log like a pile of burned leaves, my breathing slowing, my muscles satisfied and limp.

Leroi pulls his fingers out of my twitching pussy and pulls me off the log.

He wraps his arms around my waist, holding me tight. “Well done, angel. Your first orgasm that you gave yourself.”

I rest my head against his shoulder and close my eyes.

“This isn’t over. Not by a long shot,” he says. “Get on your hands and knees. I’m going to fuck you until you come even harder.”