Change tack when she least expects it

When her eyes closed in ecstasy, he saw his chance. In a swift motion, he lifted his hand from her bosom and brought it down again. The impact was a sharp crack, like the slaps he had delivered to her ass, and yet different, higher pitched.

"Aaahh!" Kythril let out a short squeal as her body jolted forwards. Her hands came up to protect her pained breast, but Lucas wouldn't have any of that.

He grasped her by the hair with his other hand and yanked her head back, bringing it inches from his own. "I said, hands behind your back!"

Kythril was breathing hard, her warm, rapid breaths caressing his face. Her eyes were still glazed over in a haze of pain, but they slowly began to refocus as his words sunk in.

"It... it hurts!"

"It's going to hurt a lot more by the time we're done," he replied coldly. "Are you giving up?"

"No!"

The ferocity in her voice surprised him and he smiled. "Then put your hands behind your back. If I see them again, we're done, you understand?"

She heaved a shuddering sigh before nodding and bringing her hands behind her once more.

Without warning, Lucas slapped her other breast. Kythril gave a short cry as she tried to hunch over, but he had maintained his grip on her hair and kept her upright as she gasped in pain. He gave her no quarter, continually administering spank after spank in quick succession.

"Aaahh! Aiiii! Uhhhnn!" She was unable to suppress her cries of pain after every impact.

Lucas worked methodically, continuing to alternate between her breasts, making sure to hit every part equally.

"Nghhh... Uhhnnn... Mmnnnn... Uhhh..." Kythril blubbered incoherently, unable to summon the energy to scream any longer, her face awash with tears. Still, her arms remained behind her back, though tense as bow strings.

He lost track of time as her skin reddened under his onslaught. By the time he was done, her beautiful breasts were a mess of varying shades of red: some parts bright and others merely pink. Kythril only mewled helplessly now, her eyes closed and her head thrown back. Or maybe he'd pulled it back, he wasn't sure.

When the slaps stopped, she hung there limply, her body quivering uncontrollably, held upright only by his hand in her hair and her tortured ass against the counter. Lucas' eyed her crotch, and found a veritable river of womanly juices dripping down her legs. She had spread them, almost certainly unconsciously, and he could see the muscles in her abdomen clench and unclench rhythmically. The pain must have been intense, but her body responded to it with an animal instinctive urge to mate.

He briefly considered undoing his trousers and taking her, but that felt... wrong, somehow. Instead, he drew his fingers through her folds. She was soaked, almost greasy with her own fluids, and she made a sound that was half sob and half sigh as the caress elicited unexpected pleasure on top of the pain. Lucas rubbed gently at first, but when she bucked her hips up at him, he easily inserted two, then three fingers.

"Mmnn... haaahhh..." she gasped. "Yes... fuck... oh, fuck!"

She tried to move her arms, but Lucas gave her hair a warning tug and she froze once more. Sensing her need, Lucas sped up his movements, roughly thrusting his fingers into her in time with his palm grinding against her mound. Kythril writhed under his ministrations, her slick sex juicing up her thighs. She bit down on her lip as a loud moan threatened to escape them.

"Oh, fuck... I'm going to... Oh, thank—" she began to say, but was interrupted when the first spasm tore through her body her body. She came hard, moaning blissfully the whole time, and Lucas felt her inner muscles milk his fingers.

Finally her body gave one last tremor then went limp as the tension drained out of it. Lucas withdrew his fingers slowly and released her hair. She slumped to her knees, mewling breathlessly.

Lucas looked at her face curiously. She seemed calmer than she had been, but also defeated in some way. Her eyes were glazed over, almost sleepy, and a string of drool hung from her mouth down to the floor.

After a while her eyes refocused on him and she looked up at him uncertainly.

"I... um..." she stammered, then her eyes suddenly widened as she realized what they'd just done. "Oh! Oh no, please don't tell Eldrin about this!"

Lucas held up his hand. "I won't. It'll be our secret."

"Um, thank you. Can... can I put my clothes back on?" she asked, her modesty returning as she covered her private parts.

Lucas stepped out of the way and turned around to give her some privacy. It seemed a little late to start caring about that all of a sudden, but if it made her feel more comfortable, why not?

After a few minutes, she cleared her throat, and Lucas turned around to see her fully dressed, not meeting his eyes.

"You may go now," he told her brusquely, then grinned. "But if you need another session like that... you know where to find me."

She didn't respond to that, just turned and fled. He suspected she would have a lot of thinking to do.

Would she come back? It would be easy to say he was sure she would, but as much as she might've gotten off on the punishment, it was still punishment. He imagined she'd feel it for at least a couple more days, and the pain and discomfort could sour the experience. In the end, he didn't even dare to put odds on it.