Katherine was a wet and moaning mess. If this continued, her sheets would be soaked and not from their sweat.

His patience was unwavering. He continued his ministrations without pause, not getting bored for a second. She had to wonder, was he a breast man or an ass man? He seemed to like both equally. She would have to ask him to find out.

She could tell by his pace that this was going to be an all-nighter. Part of her was worried that her friends would come back and hear her scream for dear life. Another part of her wondered if her neighbors would think she was being murdered. Then most of her just knew that she didn’t care.

He planned for the long run whereas she was more oriented. When she was aroused, she did everything to reach orgasm but he… he would drag this out and make her beg.

His hand was warm and heavy on her thigh and he was making good on his promise of a rough night. He was gripping her fiercely.

He slid down her body, abandoning her breasts, and used one palm to spread her apart further. This way, her wet panties were completely in her view. She could see the grin on his face and the anticipation in his eyes.

‘Put your mouth on me,’ she wanted to scream, but she waited, wondering how long she would last before she writhed. She was scared that the moment he put his mouth on her, she would come. That would be too embarrassing.

“Remind me to buy you more panties like this one,” he moaned. His mouth was at the edge of the panties and Katherine watched as he opened his mouth and took the edge of the material between his teeth.

‘Cage, I swear to god, if you tear my panties…’ They were expensive… But on the other hand, he had promised to buy her new ones. He lifted the fabric off her skin and tugged at it in an attempt to pull them down. He tugged them down a bit but they didn’t quite move down her hips. She helped him, more for her sake, my pushing the sides down and he took the rest. The panties slid down with the aid of his teeth, down her thighs. Her eyes widened at the sight. Once the panties were at her ankles, he swooped down and pulled them off, bringing them up so that he could see them properly.

He must have seen the damage and smirked. He knew exactly what effect his spanks had on her.

He swore under his breath and trailed kisses all over her legs and back up. In the end, he was close to where she wanted his mouth.

“Did you say you wanted it hard?” he asked, mirth flashing in his body language.

“Rough,” she amended helpfully. He cocked a brow and dove in.

His mouth was on her pussy, his tongue assaulting her, pushing in and out of her in what she could only call tongue-**ing.

‘Mother of God, where did he learn this? Was there a way this could be patented? Because damn, anyone would pay good money to learn this. Fucking hell, I would sell my soul to get **ed like this once in a while.’

If it continued, she would probably blackout or forget her name. Maybe both. ‘Call me a doctor…’

She gripped onto the sheets for dear life, her body twisting under his mouth as his tongue slid in and out of her wet sex.

The sounds she was making were inhuman to her ears, but who gave a **? Her legs were shaking in the tell-tale sign of her oncoming orgasm. Just as she was about to cry out his name in a plea, his hand shot up and grabbed her right breast. She felt a stinging pain and yelped.

She wanted to cry. He was doing this on purpose! He wanted to take her mind off the mind-numbing pleasure by giving her a little pain to put a stop to her orgasm. Moreover, the cunning man had her thigh in a vice grip ensuring that the delirious her couldn’t wrap her legs around his head and guide his movements,

Katherine was heaving and writhing, losing her mind as he pushed his mouth harder against her, his tongue dipping inside her with intent.

Involuntarily, her hand slid down her body and the solitary middle finger made contact with her swollen clit. This move as old as time would bring her to climax without his help. His eyes flew up and his mouth left her cleft immediately.

“Damn it, Katherine,” he growled. His hand came up to wipe at his lips, her juices still evident on them. The displeasure was clear in his voice. “I told you not to touch yourself.”

‘I never was one to follow instructions.’ She wanted to cry. She tried to sit up and he helped her to do so. With her wrist in his grasp, he flung her over his knees, completely naked. Her ass was hanging in the air and the wetness of her pussy attracted the chill of the air. She was raw and exposed, her pussy still pulsing from his ministrations. One of his hands pressed down on her back, holding her down while the other dragged circles over her already pinked ass cheeks.

She tried to squirm but he had her in a bind. Soon enough, he submitted and waited for the slaps to come.

“Now, count every one,” he instructed.

Smack.

She didn’t have enough time to process his instruction when his hand met her ass. It was harder than before. Last time, it was about testing the waters, seeing how wet she got. This time, he was punishing her. Did it hurt? Not really, but the intent was clear.

“Count,” he barked, startling her. She had forgotten. She tried to clear her mind and think of the number.

‘What was it called?’