Make Me by Carolyn Faulkner

expected to be obeyed. It was the third time he’d spanked her and this time was definitely the worst of them all, probably because she was bare.
    He didn’t lecture. She knew why she was being spanked, not that she didn’t try to stop it, only to find her palms getting smacked sharply, too.
    “Where should your hands be, Jodi? Where did I tell you to put them?”
    “Up by my head,” she sobbed.
    “Then they should be there whether you’re on your tummy or your back.”
    She did as she was told, but it was horribly hard, especially since her quick obedience didn’t signal the end of the spanking. No, he swatted her for a good long time afterwards, until she was weeping uncontrollably and her behind was as red as her face.
    Then he turned her over without the slightest thought to how it would feel to her to have that seared skin touch the comforter, which was soft, but nowhere near as soft as she needed it to be. That brought a fresh round of whimpers and groans that he ignored in favor of suckling at those beautiful breasts of hers, flicking and nibbling at her nipples until her moans of pain turned in to groans of pure pleasure.
    Without another word, he moved himself down her body until her legs were spread wide around him and his mouth was inches away from its goal. When he looked up at her, just before he tasted her for the first time, he saw how her head was rolling back and forth, her breasts heaving with her panting breath and there was a fine pink hue to her skin. She was ready.
    “I’m going to make you cum, Jodi. And you’re going to let me. And I don’t want you to cum quickly or try to get it over fast, either. This is one thing besides flying that I adore doing. And I’ll know if you’re faking it. Don’t ask me how; I just will. There is no time limit. I want you to enjoy this to its fullest.”
    With that she felt the hot wetness of his lips seal themselves over her clit as his tongue came to rest directly on top of it for a long beat before it began to swirl itself around that terribly sensitive spot, making her raise her hips, offering even more of herself to him.
    “Do you like to have something inside you while you cum? Like fingers?” he asked, letting his wander to the entrance to her pussy. No need for lubrication there, he realized with no small sense of satisfaction. Cayson crossed his fingers and began to push them up inside her, going slow at first, then, when he could see that she was really into it and he wasn’t hurting her, much more quickly, establishing a firm rhythm immediately that he never varied.
    “There. Relax and cum whenever you want to, Jodi. I can’t wait to feel you contract in my mouth.”
    How had he learned about all of this, she wondered, amazed at his deftness in a situation that she would have thought would have had him running for the hills. But the thought was fleeting. She couldn’t concentrate when he was doing things like that to her body.
    At one point, she reached down to run her hands through his hair – what there was of it. He kept it very short, in an almost military cut.
    He rose up immediately, saying sternly, “Where are those supposed to be?”
    His scolding had her groaning in frustration. She had to touch him – she had to! But, fearing another punishment, Jodi put her hands back where they belonged, fingers clenching into fists in rhythm with the way he was finger fucking her.
    She didn’t have any choice but to take him at his word. Sometimes orgasms could be a little elusive for her, regardless of her level of desire, which, with him was out of this world. But he was relentless. He never tired, he never took a break, he never complained about his jaw hurting. He simply loved her with devastating skill, sometimes stroking his tongue over her, sometimes suckling, sometimes a little of both in the same motion, somehow.
    But when her hand began to drift down her body again, towards his head and he reached beneath her to squeeze a still