Spanking

Celeste’s fingers trailed along the edge of the strap, her touch almost teasing as she circled Lila’s trembling body. The air was thick with anticipation, the scent of leather and sweat mingling in a way that made Lila’s head swim. She could feel the weight of Celeste’s gaze on her, the intensity of it searing into her skin like a brand.

“Do you feel it, pet?” Celeste’s voice was low, a purr that vibrated through the room. “The way your body sings for me? The way it aches?”

Lila swallowed hard, her throat dry. “Yes, Mistress Celeste,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. Her thighs throbbed from the strikes, the heat of the pain intermingling with a deep, aching need that she couldn’t ignore.

Celeste leaned down, her lips brushing against Lila’s ear. “Good. Because I’m not done with you yet.” Her breath was hot, her words sending shivers down Lila’s spine. “You’re going to take everything I give you, aren’t you?”

Lila nodded, her body trembling with a mix of fear and desire. “Yes, Mistress Celeste,” she breathed. Her hands gripped the edges of the table, her knuckles white from the pressure. She felt exposed, ****, yet utterly consumed by the intensity of Celeste’s control.

Celeste straightened, her heels clicking against the floor as she stepped back. Her hand gripped the strap tightly, the leather gleaming in the dim light. She raised it slowly, almost teasingly, her eyes never leaving Lila’s. “You’re mine, pet,” she said, her voice dripping with possession. “Every inch of you belongs to me.”

The strap came down again, this time landing across Lila’s exposed back. The pain was sharp, searing, and Lila’s body jerked involuntarily. She bit down on her lip to stifle a cry, but a soft whimper escaped anyway. The sensation was overwhelming, the pain and pleasure blending in a way that made her head spin.

“Good girl,” Celeste murmured, her voice soft but firm. She ran a hand down Lila’s side, her touch almost tender. “You’re taking it so well. But I need to hear you, pet. I need to hear you beg.”

Lila’s breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the heat radiating from her skin, the sting of the leather still fresh. Her body ached, but the ache was a good one, a deep, throbbing need that only Celeste could satisfy.

“Please, Mistress Celeste,” Lila whispered, her voice trembling with desperation. “Please, I need you.”

Celeste’s lips curved into a slow, predatory smile. “That’s my good girl,” she purred. She stepped closer, her hand trailing down Lila’s body in a gesture that was both possessive and tender. “But I need more from you, pet. I need to hear you say it.”

Lila’s body trembled, her mind foggy with desire and pain. She could feel the weight of Celeste’s gaze on her, the intensity of it pressing into her like a physical ****. “Please,” she begged, her voice breaking. “Please, Mistress Celeste, I need you to—to finish me.”

Celeste’s smile widened, her eyes dark with satisfaction. She leaned down, her lips brushing against Lila’s ear once more. “Good girl,” she murmured. “But I’m not done with you yet.”

The strap came down again, this time landing across Lila’s thighs. The pain was sharp, almost electric, and Lila’s body jerked involuntarily. She gasped, her breath hitching as the sensation overwhelmed her. The pain was intense, but the pleasure that followed was even more so, a deep, aching need that made her head spin.

“You’re mine, pet,” Celeste said, her voice low and sultry. She ran a hand down Lila’s side, her touch gentle but deliberate. “Every inch of you belongs to me.”

Lila nodded, her body trembling with a mix of pain and pleasure. “Yes, Mistress Celeste,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. She could feel the weight of the strap, the heat of the pain, and it was all too much. But she didn’t dare protest. She was Celeste’s now, completely and utterly.

Celeste stepped back, her hand tightening around the strap. “Ready, pet?” she asked, her tone deceptively soft.

Lila closed her eyes, her body trembling with anticipation. “Yes, Mistress Celeste,” she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.

The strap came down again, this time landing across Lila’s exposed back. The pain was sharp, searing, and Lila’s body jerked involuntarily. She bit down on her lip to stifle a cry, but a soft whimper escaped anyway. The sensation was overwhelming, the pain and pleasure blending in a way that made her head spin.

“Good girl,” Celeste murmured, her voice soft but firm. She ran a hand down Lila’s side, her touch almost tender. “You’re taking it so well. But I need to hear you, pet. I need to hear you beg.”

Lila’s breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the heat radiating from her skin, the sting of the leather still fresh. Her body ached, but the ache was a good one, a deep, throbbing need that only Celeste could satisfy.

“Please, Mistress Celeste,” Lila whispered, her voice trembling with desperation. “Please, I need you.”

Celeste’s lips curved into a slow, predatory smile. “That’s my good girl,” she purred.