Your cock is beautiful – 11

“Your cock is beautiful” Part-11 Continues……

“Now I want you to count for me.” I said, “Every time I…”

My mouth suddenly felt dry. I couldn’t believe I was really going to say this.

“Every time I spank you, I want you to say how many times it’s been. When you count, I’ll take that as a sign that you’re ready for me to continue. But don’t keep me waiting.”

She closed her eyes and I could see her nod gently again.

“Count, slut. One.” I said.

She took a long, shuddering breath before quietly saying,

“One.”

I hit her left ass cheek as hard as I had the right. The sound of our flesh meeting seemed so loud in the silent room, but I knew it wouldn’t carry beyond the door. I’d done a few tests with my laptop speakers, and I knew it had to get really loud in here before you could hear it even in the hallway, never mind any other rooms.

“Two…” she whimpered.

I spanked her again, this time lower on her right cheek, near her thigh. I was surprised at how much my own hand had begun to sting already.

“Three.” she said quickly.

I hadn’t expected her to speak this quickly. She was just trying to get it over with as fast as possible. In my hurry to keep up, I only hit a glancing blow to her left cheek.

“Four.” she whispered.

I steadied myself. There was no reason to hit right away. I wanted to enjoy this.

I slowly moved my whole body back, then struck out to bring a much stronger slap to her firm ass. My hand was really burning now, but I finally got the reaction I wanted.

She let out a long moan of pain and jumped forward, sitting up to cling to the top of my headboard. She tangled her fingers in the bars and rested her face on the cool metal. I let her rest there for a little while, before I got impatient.

“Get down.” I said firmly.

After a few seconds of hesitation, she moved back into position, her ass sitting proudly in the air. I noticed that her skin was turning pink where I’d spanked her each time. It was hard to see in the dim light of my lamp, but I looked down at my hand to see it was also a darker shade. I smiled and clenched my fist, almost enjoying the pain, knowing we were sharing it.

I looked at her again. She hadn’t spoken for a while. She’d stopped counting.

“Mia…” I said.

She didn’t say anything. She was holding on to my cushion and letting out slow, shuddering breaths.

I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled it hard.

“Count, slut!” I commanded.

“Five!” she shouted.

I moved quickly back and spanked her hard. I let my hand linger on her firm ass for a few seconds, enjoying the heat it gave off.

“Siiix.” she moaned.

I waited about 30 seconds, listening to her shaking breath, before I twisted my torso back and brought as much strength as I could into slapping her. Her whole body jerked forward again. It seemed to hurt her more when she wasn’t ready for it.

She whimpered softly, and I realized she was crying. I moved to the side to see her tear stained face. I looked along her body, and started running my other hand over my cock through my boxers. I didn’t think I’d ever been so hard in my life.

After maybe a minute I was getting impatient again.

“Mia…” I said.

“Si…six…” she whispered.

She’d miscounted.

“Wrong!” I hissed.

I pinched her left ass cheek hard with my left hand, and slapped her hard on the right. She seemed to try to pull away from me, but I maintained my grip.

“Se…seven!” she moaned.

“That’s wrong, slut!” I shouted.

I increased my grip and started twisting her firm flesh, as I slapped her right cheek again, harder than last time. Without waiting, I hit her again, twice, three times in the same spot. Once again I could feel a swell of black rage rise up in me, spurring on my actions.

“Aah! Ow, I’m sorry! I don’t know!” she sobbed.

I let out a growl of anger as I hit her once more. I let go of her and she let out a long moan of relief, as I took a deep, calming breath. I let her lie like that for a while, enjoying how her body gently shook and quivered with pain.

My right hand was shaking. I flexed my fingers a few times, assuming it was due to the pain, but then I realized my left hand wasn’t steady either. There was so much energy, so much joyful adrenaline coursing through me that it was causing me to shake. I ran my left hand up through my hair, and took another long, steady breath. I had to calm myself.

“Because you…fucked up…” I said slowly, “This…is number five.”

I hit her hard, and she crossed her ankles and pushed her face deeper into the bed.

“Say it.” I said.

She was silent, except for her sobbing. I caught myself before I shouted at her again. I’d told her that I’d wait until she was ready.

But after almost two minutes, I couldn’t wait any more.

“Mia,” I said lying down beside her, “Look at me.”

She slowly shifted her body until she could turn her head. Her eyes were red with tears. I gritted my teeth as I thought about how incredible she looked like this, and what it said about me that I thought so.

“Mia, do you want me to stop?” I asked, my voice gentle, “If you want to stop this…you just have to say it. You…you can just leave.”

It was important that she knew this. I made sure of this when I’d decided to take this step. This wasn’t just me beating her because she pissed me off. I didn’t want that kind of relationship with her, I didn’t want to be just some abusive asshole. She had to be a part of it. She had to accept it.

She had to want it.

My heart jumped in my chest when she started to slowly shake her head, her eyes locked on to mine. Relief washed over me like a cool wave.

“You don’t want to leave?” I asked.

She shook her head again, slowly, and bit down on her bottom lip. I realized I loved it when she bit her lip like that. It was such an honest, unmistakable expression of her emotion.

She was staying.

“Good girl.” I said softly.

I sat up and got back into position.

“Count, Mia. We’re on five.” I reminded her.

It took only ten seconds for her to obey.

“Ffff…fff…five.” she whimpered, her voice catching in her throat as she cried softly.

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