Tasting Pleasure by Anarie Brady Page B

swats right now. I…”
    “Shhhh,” Spiro soothed, gently running his hand over her back. “You’ve stated the safe word. You need not explain or negotiate. I, as any true Dominant, will always respect that word. You’ve done very well.”
    Despite the blinding fire radiating from her arse and thighs, Alicia felt a surge of pride.
    “I have a surprise for you,” he hinted.
    Alicia felt a coolness enter her anus and knew he was applying lubrication. Next, something small and hard rolled inside her. Again a hard ball entered her rectum, but this time slightly larger. In all, Alicia felt eight balls fill her, the last one quite large. By that point, her lonely, empty pussy dripped with honey.
    Spiro stood directly behind her and grasped her hips. “Ah yes,” he moaned. “No discernible temperature change.” The tip of his manhood pushed into her vagina and he paused.
    Alicia wiggled and squirmed, but he refused to thrust. Instead, the last and largest bead popped out of her anus.
    “Oh!” she gasped and started to shake. Already the colors in the room were beginning to morph into the colors of her mind. She heard Spiro laugh slightly, and then he thrust himself into her core, yanking all the beads from her body. Color exploded as Alicia screamed out her orgasm. Spiro continued to pump into her until he dug his fingers into her hips.
    “That’s it, little Alicia, keep going,” he encouraged, reaching around to tweak her nipples.
    “Oh God,” she cried out, letting wave after wave of pure pleasure wash over her. Vaguely, she became aware of Spiro’s ragged breath and heard a deep growl as he spilled his essence into her willing body. Alicia smiled, knowing she had brought Spiro the fullest measure of pleasure.
     
    * * * *
     
    The next morning, Alicia woke up beside Spiro, a strong arm thrown across her chest, pinning her to the bed. At first she was startled but then, remembering the events of the night before and hearing the soft snores of the sleeping man, she snuggled against him and smiled. Her arse, still warm from her last spanking, reminded her of her performance. Despite the lingering soreness, she felt nothing but pride.
    “Ummm, you smell good,” Spiro groggily whispered. “But what’s that growling?”
    “Oh, I’m sorry,” she said, blushing, “that would be my stomach.”
    He opened one eye and grinned. “Then we’d best do something about that.” He rolled over and reached for the phone. “Why don’t you go take a quick shower while I phone for some breakfast? Don’t take too long. I want you back here in five minutes.” He dispelled the sternness of his words with a kiss to her forehead.
    “By the way,” he called as she scrambled from the bed. “Your behind looks glorious. Check it out in the mirror.”
    After closing the door to the bathroom, she did as he suggested. Oh my! Her behind certainly was glorious. The redness lingered, showing the perfect striping, though only a slight tenderness remained. While Mr. Devonshire’s caning had left markings, she had never experienced such a widespread pattern. Running her hands over her rear, she shook her head. Who would have thought that such a thing could be so exciting? Snapping back to the present, she quickly showered and toweled off, making it back into the main room of the suite within the allotted time.
    “Ah, there you are,” Spiro said. “Just in time, as well. I’m going to shower now and you, my beauty, will answer the door when room service arrives.”
    “But,” she began, already fearing the answer, “I’m naked. Might I put a robe on?”
    In answer, Spiro simply laughed and patted her bottom.
    Oh, Lord, what on earth will the server think? Then again, why do I care? Sure, this is a bit embarrassing, but if this is what he wants, well, isn’t that why I’m here?
    Alicia nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard the knock on the door.
    “Room service.”
    “Ah, coming,” she responded brightly.
    Slowly