I’ve begged for over a week. Begged for the slightest bit of pleasure. I know better than to ask for permission to cum.
“Sit back, hands above your head.”
I almost cried. I couldn’t believe it was happening. I spread my legs eagerly, but without permission, which results in a hard slap to the side of my ass. I snap them shut before my panties are peeled off all too slowly.
My knees are pulled up and pushed apart, a familiar weight settling between them. My wrists are gathered in one hand and held above my head. My jaw held in a tight grasp, I look up into calm, authoritative eyes.
“Be grateful I’m giving you what you asked for.”
I nod, my mouth suddenly dry but I am incredibly grateful. And hopeful. “Thank you.”
The slap comes like a shock, sudden and sharp between my thighs. My clit throbs at the sudden impact, and that incessant heat in my stomach all week begins to pool. I don’t even make a noise the first time. Too stunned, breath caught in my throat.
A tongue glides across my lower lip, tasting the fear on my skin. All too gentle fingers glide up the inside of one thigh, then the other. Teasing my leaking hole, one finger pushes in infuriatingly slow. Just enough to remind me how empty and needy I’ve been, then it’s gone again. My eyes roll back at the suggestion of pleasure I’ve been denied for far too long.
Another one. The scream is taken from my lungs in a kiss. My arms threaten to come down in a protective reflex but I fight the instinct, wanting to be good. My silenced scream is met with a laugh as I feel tears fall down my cheeks.
“You’re pretty when you cry.” Two fingers now, stretching me open at an angle that ignores my swollen clit entirely.
“Isn’t it nice, getting what you want?”
(writing credits go to @praise-mia for bringing to life my prompt of cunt slapping x denial)
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