Free False Pretenses by Cara Bristol

through her veins. “You're so fucking beautiful.” He set down the brush and roughly massaged her burning cheeks, soothing and punishing her tender flesh.
    Dan dipped his fingers between her legs and sucked his breath through his teeth in a hiss of satisfaction. “You're so wet.” He teased her clit with tight circles, igniting a fire that rivaled the one whipping across the surface of her skin. When he thrust one finger then a second into her sex, Emma thought she'd lose her mind with the need that coursed through her body.
    Dan became the master, the director, controlling how much pleasure and pain to inflict on her eager body. He stroked and finger fucked her to the brink of orgasm—then left her hanging.
    "Please—please, Dan.” She needed to come more badly than she ever had before.
    Dan chuckled, his rich laugh full of satisfaction, and picked up the brush again. He struck her cheek hard, and she flinched. “Oh God, more,” she begged. “More. More. More."
    He peppered her ass with spicy kisses until agony and rapture merged, and she bucked like a wild thing across his knees, sobbing through the pleasure, laughing through the pain.
    "You like it, don't you, Emma?” Dan growled. “You like having your ass burned. You like your pleasure wrapped up in a kiss of pain."
    "Yes.” She couldn't lie. How could she when she'd cried out for more, writhing in ecstasy? Hadn't she been living vicariously through the testimonies of the Rod and Cane wives? Hadn't she secretly gotten a little thrill with every spanking tale she'd heard, playing the recordings over and over? Wasn't the real purpose of her expose an attempt to explore her own dark desires?
    Dan seared her ass twice more and tossed the brush aside.
    Her backside throbbed like a balloon being inflated and deflated. Everything pulsed—the arteries in her throat, her aching clit, her swollen pussy, her womb. Her body was one massive ball of convulsing need.
    Dan eased her to her feet. “Take off your clothes,” he ordered in a quiet voice and unzipped his pants.
    Emma complied, her gaze riveted on Dan as he freed his cock from his undershorts. She wanted him so badly, wanted to suck his rod, have him bury that monster in her pussy, but she waited for his instruction. She licked her lips.
    He gestured, moving his hand in a circle.
    Emma pivoted slowly and presented her backside.
    "Fucking gorgeous,” he growled, and Emma's chest swelled with pride. Equality between the sexes be damned. She'd let Dan spank her every day if it meant she could hear such approval and satisfaction in his voice.
    "Am I red?"
    "Like a rose.” He trailed a finger over her sensitive skin, his light touch raising goose bumps of pleasure. Emma shivered.
    "Turn around.” Approval morphed into dominance. “Suck my cock."
    She sank to her knees and grasped his shaft with both hands. Holy fuck, he was hard like an iron rod, the crown slickened by fluid. She lowered her head and inhaled the musk of sex and man. Her pussy quivered. With a moan of enjoyment, she swirled her tongue over and around his large, weeping cockhead, tracing the ridge, teasing the slit.
    "Fuck.” He jerked under her touch.
    Emma opened her mouth wide and sucked him deep.
    "You're so good. Such a good girl.” Dan wound the strands of her hair around his fingers as if gripping a leash. Her jaw ached to take a man so large, but she sucked with all her might, his hoarse exhortations filling her with satisfaction.
    As she moved her mouth up and down his rod, the fabric of his slacks teased her pebbled nipples. He reached down and pinched one, rolling it between his fingers. Sweet pleasure bit through the tip, and Emma moaned, the sound partially muffled by his cock.
    She kissed his erection from crown to base, where she teased his ball sac with her tongue, before licking a trail back up to his cockhead. She started to engulf him again, but he held her off, got to his feet, and tore off his pants. “Enough,” he said.