Tasting Pleasure by Anarie Brady Page A

inside her.
    Alicia arched her back, welcoming the fullness.
    “Yes, you certainly are wet.” He worked several fingers into her tunnel. Alicia squirmed with delight.
    “Let’s review,” he said cryptically. “You’ve been properly spanked with the brush. You’ve been humiliated in the corner. You’ve been tortured with a full bladder and pinched pussy lips.”
    Alicia moaned throughout his recitation, concentrating mainly on his internal manipulations.
    “As I would have expected, Maverick has taught you a proper greeting which, by the way, you performed with grace. Your pussy is drenched, so you have obviously enjoyed yourself so far.” He continued to probe her, bringing her to the brink of orgasm. “But what, my dear, have you done for me?” He yanked his hand from her.
    Alicia gasped in shock and shame. What he said was true. Aside from a greeting, she had given him nothing.
    “You did not think I would allow you to come so quickly, did you?” he asked.
    “No-o-o-o,” she hesitantly answered. “How can I serve you?”
    Spiro smiled. “Anoint me.”
    “How?” she asked.
    “Go into the bathroom and bring back the bottle of oil on the counter. You will work that into my skin, beginning with my feet,” he instructed.
    Alicia nodded and scrambled off the bed to do his bidding. When she returned, Spiro stood in the middle of the room. Alicia stared at the beauty of his body before kneeling before his feet. Impulsively, she kissed and licked them before liberally applying the oil, which emitted a slight scent of sandalwood.
    “Ahh, that’s good,” Spiro moaned.
    Continuing this pattern, Alicia worked her way up both legs, front and back. When she finally reached his penis, she hesitated.
    “Go on,” he encouraged.
    Obeying his directive, she kissed and licked the length of his rod, following with her oil-slicked hands. Persistently she worked her way up his torso, marveling at the six-pack of his stomach. Even his back rippled with defined muscles. The man could have been a model for Adonis, she thought as she applied the last of the oil to his thick, hard neck.
    “Excellent,” Spiro complimented. “Now place your hands on the bed and bend over. I want to see if your arse is still red.” He ran a hand over her now cooled bottom. “What a shame. The redness has faded, no lingering warmth. Luckily I have never believed in spanking simply for disciplinary reasons. Now, my dear, I am going to whip you simply for my own pleasure. When I enter you, I want your skin to be as warm or warmer than your tunnel—no matter which tunnel I choose to explore.”
    Already throbbing with excitement after having massaged every inch of the man’s body, Alicia whimpered with anticipation.
    “Elbows on the bed. I want your bottom farther in the air,” Spiro directed.
    Alicia bent even farther, her arse pointed upward, her lips spread, exposing both her arse and openings. She heard him walk about the room and then the snap of leather.
    “I’ve always found that a taste of leather leaves a bottom quite tenderized,” he commented. “Remember, no howling. If you do, I’ll start over. If it continues, I’ll gag you.”
    Without preamble, Spiro slapped her arse with the leather belt. Over and over again, he worked a pattern on her still-tender behind. Alicia laid her head on the mattress, unwittingly raising her arse even higher. Once the leather kissed her most delicate tissue and, not only did she cry out, she stood. Not wasting a move, Spiro shoved her back into position and continued lashing her arse.
    The pain continued to grow. Alicia gnawed her cheeks and squeezed her eyes shut. Still, tears flowed down her face. On the second swipe to her delicate inner folds, she could stand no more and shouted, “Enough.”
    The silence that followed was deafening.
    “I’m sorry,” she babbled, assuming her position once more. “Maybe I can go on in a few minutes, but please, I need a break. I can’t take any more