Wicked Lessons

by Siggy Shade

There’s only one thing more delightful than Phoenix’s ass, and that is Phoenix’s ass after I’ve spanked it a delectable shade of red. My handprints form two neat, oval patches that contrast with her pale skin. The overhead lighting only accentuates the artistic tableau. She lies across my lap, her limbs trembling and limp and splayed to showcase her glistening pussy. It takes every shred of willpower not to stick my fingers into that sweet cunt, not to feel those tight muscles close in around my digits as I imagine what they could do to my cock. This is her punishment, and I only gave just enough pleasure to train her to yearn for my touch. It’s working because she’s a moaning and quivering mess. “On your knees.” I release the forearm I rested on her lower back and recline on the leather throne. Phoenix doesn’t move. Instead, she groans with frustration, her ass swaying gently from side to side, the embodiment of temptation. My cock pulses at the display of neediness. “Is this your non-verbal way of saying you want to climax, Miss Stahl?” I ask, my lips curling into a smile. She nods, making a muffled sound. “You have my permission to speak.” “Please,” she whispers. “Use your words.”