Chapter 16 016
Dimitri’s POV
Seraphina was still trembling from her orgasm, her pussy fluttering around my fingers, when I decided I wasn't nearly fucking done with her.
Three nights of restraint had built a hunger in me that one orgasm couldn't satisfy.
I needed to taste every inch of her, mark her with my mouth and hands until the memory of my touch was branded into her skin.
"Dimitri, I can't—it's too much—" she panted, but her body told a different story. Her hips still rolled against my hand, chasing sensation even as she claimed to be overwhelmed.
"You can, and you will." I pulled my fingers from her cunt and brought them to my mouth, sucking her taste from them while maintaining eye contact. Sweet, tangy and absolutely addictive. "Fuck, you taste incredible."
Her pupils dilated, swallowing the violet until only a thin ring remained. "Please—"
"Please what?" I pushed my hand back between her thighs, finding her swollen clit and circling it with practiced pressure. "Use your words, little wolf."
She whimpered, her legs shaking as I built the pleasure again, faster this time because her body was already primed.
I slid three fingers into her tight pussy, groaning at how her walls stretched to accommodate me. So fucking tight.
When I finally got my cock in her, she'd feel every thick inch splitting her open.
"I need—oh fuck—I need to come again." She gasped, grinding against my hand.
I felt her climbing toward the edge, her inner muscles starting to tighten around my fingers in that telltale rhythm. At the last possible second, I stopped all movement.
"No."
Her eyes flew open. They were glowing amber and wild with desperation. "What? No, please, Dimitri—"
"I said no." I kept my fingers buried inside her but completely still, denying her the friction she craved. "You don't come unless I give you permission. Understand?"
"That's not fair." She whined, trying to move her hips. I pressed my other hand against her lower belly, pinning her to the wall.
"Nothing about this is fair, baby." I leaned in close, my lips brushing her ear. "But you're going to learn to take what Daddy gives you and be grateful for it."
I felt her pussy clench hard around my fingers at the word. Interesting.
"Say it," I commanded. "Tell me who's in charge of this needy little cunt."
Her cheeks flushed pink, and she tried to look away. I grabbed her jaw, forcing her eyes back to mine.
"I'm waiting."
"You are." She whispered.
"I'm what?" I began moving my fingers again, slow shallow thrusts that gave her nowhere near enough stimulation.
"You're in charge, Daddy."
The word in her breathy voice made my cock jump. "Good fucking girl."
I rewarded her with deeper thrusts, my fingers curling to hit that perfect spot inside her while my thumb worked her clit. Within seconds she was climbing again, her body drawn tight as a bowstring.
"Please, Daddy, please let me come." She begged, and fuck if that didn't make me want to give her everything she asked for.
But I was teaching her a lesson about control. About who owned her pleasure.
"Not yet." I pulled my fingers out completely, ignoring her cry of frustration. "We're moving."
I scooped her up, carrying her to the pile of blankets we'd been using as a bed. Her dress was still bunched around her waist, her breasts bare and marked with red patches from my mouth.
I laid her down and stood over her, drinking in the sight.
"Spread your legs. Show Daddy that pretty pussy."
She obeyed, her thighs falling open to reveal her glistening sex. Her outer lips were flushed pink and swollen, her clit a tight bud peeking from beneath its hood.
Her entrance was slick with arousal, clenching around nothing as she waited for my next command.
"Fucking gorgeous," I dropped to my knees between her spread thighs, inhaling the scent of her arousal. "Look at how wet you are. This all for me?"
"Yes, Daddy," Her voice shook. "Only for you."
I dragged my tongue through her slit in one long, slow lick, and she nearly came off the blankets.
The taste of her exploded across my tongue. She was sweet and musky and entirely addictive. I groaned against her flesh, the vibration making her whimper.
"Stay still," I ordered, gripping her thighs to hold them open. "Don't move unless I tell you to."
I proceeded to devour her like a man starved. My tongue circled her clit before sucking it between my lips, then released it to thrust into her entrance, fucking her with my tongue while my nose pressed against her sensitive bud.
Her arousal coated my face, dripping down my chin, and I couldn't get enough.
Her pussy was perfection. It was tight and responsive, her inner walls rippling against my tongue.
Her clit was a hard little pearl that swelled under my attention, and I alternated between sucking it and flicking it with rapid strokes that had her sobbing.
"Daddy, please, I'm so close—"
"Then come," I growled against her flesh. "Come on Daddy's tongue like a good girl."
I sealed my lips around her clit and sucked hard while pushing three fingers back into her cunt, and she detonated. Her orgasm ripped through her with enough force that her back arched completely off the blankets, her scream echoing off the stone walls.
I felt her pussy gush, soaking my fingers and face as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her.
I didn't stop. I kept licking and sucking, working her through the orgasm and directly into overstimulation. She tried to close her legs, but I forced them wider, my grip on her thighs bruising.
"Too much, it's too much—" She gasped, trying to squirm away.
"I didn't say you could move," I landed a sharp slap on her inner thigh, and she yelped. "Stay fucking still."
But she kept trying to twist away from the overwhelming sensation, her hands pushing at my head. Disobedience.
I pulled back, and the look on my face must have warned her she'd made a mistake. Her eyes went wide.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean—"
"Too late," I flipped her onto her stomach in one quick motion. "Bad girls get punished."
Her ass was spectacular. It was full and round, the pale skin unmarked. Not for long.
I yanked her dress up, fully exposing her, and delivered the first spank directly to her right cheek.
The crack of flesh on flesh was deeply satisfying, and the red handprint blooming on her skin made my wolf rumble with approval.
"Count them," I commanded. "And call me Daddy."
"One, Daddy." She whimpered.
I spanked her left cheek, then alternated, turning her ass a pretty shade of pink.
She counted each one, her voice getting breathier, and I could see fresh wetness coating her thighs. My girl got off on the pain.
After ten spanks to her ass, I spread her cheeks and delivered a sharp slap directly to her exposed pussy. She screamed, her whole body jerking.
"What number, baby?"
"E-eleven, Daddy!" Her voice was wrecked, desperate.
I spanked her pussy again, the wet sound so sinful. Her clit was so swollen it protruded between her lips, and I made sure to catch it with the next slap.
She came with a shocked cry, her pussy visibly clenching as the orgasm tore through her.
"Did I say you could come?" I delivered another spank to her ass, then two more to her soaking cunt.
"No, Daddy, I'm sorry—oh fuck—"
I spread her cheeks wide, exposing the tight pink ring of her asshole. She tensed, realizing my intention.
"Relax." I ordered, and swiped my tongue over that forbidden hole.
She made a sound I'd never heard before, shocked and aroused and overwhelmed. I licked her again, circling the tight ring of muscle before pressing the tip of my tongue against it, forcing it to yield.
"Dimitri—oh my God—that's—"
I spanked her ass hard enough to make her yelp, then went back to eating her ass, alternating between broad strokes and focused pressure until she was trembling uncontrollably.
My hand reached around to find her clit, and the dual stimulation had her babbling incoherently.
"Come." I commanded, and she shattered again, her whole body convulsing as I ate her ass and rubbed her clit through another devastating orgasm.