The Conquerors Path Chapter 632-Small Punishment(3)

Chapter 632 632-Small Punishment(3)

The room was filled with the symphony of Trisa's moans, my fingers continued their dance on her pinkened a.s.s, her arousal heightened by the dual sensations of pain and pleasure.

"Let's make it interesting, Trisa," I whispered, my voice dripping with desire. "Six more, and if you can resist the temptation to c.u.m, I'll release you from your punishment."

The challenge hung in the air, a tantalizing proposition that Trisa, lost in the haze of pleasure, couldn't resist. As my hand came down in a steady rhythm, the room filled with the intoxicating scent of arousal. Her moans grew louder, the struggle evident in the way her body quivered.

Pakh!~

"One," I counted, my voice a sultry whisper that fueled her desires.

Her breath hitched, and her grip on the table tightened. The wetness between her legs betrayed the inner turmoil she was experiencing, the conflict between duty and her undeniable arousal.

Pakh!~

"Two," I teased, my fingers tracing the curve of her a.s.s.

Her gasps filled the room, a symphony of submission and pleasure. The redness on her a.s.s above her white panties was now more p.r.o.nounced, a visual testament to the sensual punishment she was enduring.

Pakh!~

"Three," I murmured, my fingers trailing lower.

Her body trembled, the mixture of pain and pleasure pushing her to the edge. I could feel the delicious tension building, a crescendo of desire that threatened to consume her.

Pakh!~

"Four," I whispered, my lips grazing her earlobe.

The warmth of her skin under my touch fueled my own arousal, and I reveled in the power dynamic between us. Trisa's resistance was waning, the line between pleasure and surrender becoming increasingly blurred.

Pakh!~

"Five," I husked, my fingers now dancing on the edge of her panties.

Her moans were desperate now, a symphony of need that echoed through the room. The scent of her arousal filled my senses, intoxicating and irresistible.

Pakh!~

"Six," I declared, my hand coming down with a final, deliberate slap.

The room hung in suspense, the air thick with unspoken desire. Trisa's body quivered, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. The challenge had taken her to the brink, and I could see the plea in her eyes, I could have easily brought her to climax with the control I have over her body but then would it have been a punishment?

"It-Its over ri-right?"

Trisa asked with a pleading tone as she turned her head to me, her eyes begging to be released from this humiliating experience but above that, I could see the fear in her eyes, the fear that she is loving the situation she was in and that she is getting addicted to it, falling slowly to the abyss.

I leaned in, my lips brushing against her ear. "You've done well, Trisa," I whispered, my voice a seductive purr. "But the punishment is not over yet."

As she let out a breathless whimper, I slid my fingers beneath her soaked panties, a wave of warmth greeting me. Her wetness coated my fingers, and I reveled in the taboo pleasure of violating her innocence.

"Such a good girl," I praised, my fingers exploring her folds. "You've earned your reward."

My fingers traced the contours of her flushed a.s.s, a gentle caress that promised both pleasure and a hint of the forbidden. Trisa's breath hitched as I explored the sensitive terrain, my touch leaving a tingling sensation in its wake.

"Such a gorgeous a.s.s, Trisa," I murmured, my voice a velvety whisper. "It's almost a shame to keep it hidden always."

My fingers moved with a purposeful rhythm, dancing along the curve of her a.s.s, teasing the boundaries between pain and pleasure. I leaned into her a.s.s, my lips brushing against her skin, leaving a trail of soft kisses. The intoxicating scent of her arousal filled my senses, and I reveled in the power I held over her. Trisa's a.s.s, a work of art, was now my playground, and I intended to explore every inch.

With a daring move, I sank my teeth into the tender a.s.s, a playful bite that elicited a gasp from Trisa. The blend of pleasure and pain danced across her features, her body quivering with each nibble. The red marks of my bites adorned her, like a delicious signature on her canvas.

"Enjoying the reward, Trisa?" I asked, my voice laced with a seductive edge.

She could only manage a breathless affirmation, her eyes glazed with desire. My fingers dipped lower, teasing the edge of her panties. With a slow and deliberate movement, I hooked my fingers into the waistband and pulled them aside, revealing the delicate folds of her p.u.s.s.y.

Trisa's wetness glistened, an invitation that I couldn't resist. My tongue traced a teasing path along her p.u.s.s.y lips, the intimate contact drawing a guttural moan from her. The taste of her arousal was exquisite, a flavor that lingered on my tongue.

I indulged in the sensual feast, my hands gripping her a.s.s possessively as my fingers found themselves inside her. Trisa's hips moved in tandem with my teasing, her body a symphony of desire. The room echoed with the sounds of our forbidden play, a crescendo of pleasure building between us.

"Um!~ah!~"

I continued my exploration, alternating between teasing licks and gentle bites. Trisa's body responded eagerly, the waves of pleasure intensifying with each pa.s.sing moment. The taboo act of tasting her while groping her a.s.s added a layer of eroticism to the scene, a dance of dominance and submission.

As the tension reached its peak, I withdrew, leaving Trisa breathless and hungry for more, her mind already long gone.

"My reward is to keep you c.u.mming till you faint"

I had the power to do it and I will but the poor woman feeling all these emotions and pleasure for the first time is already long gone. With a languid movement, I slid a finger inside her, eliciting a moan of ecstasy. She was tight, her walls quivering as they tried to accommodate my intrusion. The sensation of her velvety heat around my finger was intoxicating, and I couldn't resist adding another.

"Yes," I hissed, my arousal growing as her body responded to my touch.

As my fingers slowly worked in and out of her, I could feel her pleasure building, the tension rising. My free hand trailed along her back, exploring the softness of her skin, and I couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to take her completely.

"No~please~stop~," she begged, her voice heavy with desire.

My name was like a prayer on her lips, and the sound of it made me shudder with pleasure. My fingers picked up the pace, delving deeper into her wetness, and I could feel her muscles begin to tighten.

"c.u.m for me, Trisa," I commanded my voice a low growl.

With a gasp, her body convulsed, and her inner walls clenched around my fingers. The sight of her surrender was a beautiful thing, and I watched with satisfaction as she gave in to her pleasure.

I held her in place as she rode the waves of her o.r.g.a.s.m, my fingers still buried inside her. It was a moment of perfect vulnerability, and I savored every second of it. As she finally began to come down from her high, I could feel her body relax, and her breathing slowed.

I gently withdrew my fingers from her wetness, bringing them to my lips. I closed my eyes and breathed in the sweet aroma of her arousal before licking her wetness clean from my fingers.

"Mmm, such a good girl," I murmured, the taste of her lingering on my tongue. She looked up at me with a mix of adoration and uncertainty, her cheeks flushed with the afterglow of her o.r.g.a.s.m. I couldn't resist stroking her hair, and the gesture of affection seemed to put her at ease. But her nightmare is only beginning.

"Got to make a change"

I spoke and soon, I was sitting at the edge of the chair, and my older Trisa was lying on her stomach across my lap, like a little girl fully blushing, the embarra.s.sment of the position almost killing her.

In this new position, I was rubbing her p.u.s.s.y with my palms before spanking her plump a.s.s.

"Please, stop, please." She protested, but since her arms were held down by me, the only way she could protest was by wiggling her a.s.s. And that action only looked like she was begging me to spank her some more. I started to play with p.u.s.s.y lips with her dress over her body, moving my fingers at her crotch area. But I never inserted anything, I was just playing around the outskirts of her v.a.g.i.n.a. I could feel my hand getting wet, every time I get near her lower lips that is still sensitive from her two releases.

As I was edging her p.u.s.s.y, I didn't want to give her the satisfaction of inserting my finger just yet. Instead, I went towards her a.s.s, and I fiddle around her a.s.shole, before fingering her there instead. Curious, I tilted sidewards as I took a glance at her c.u.n.t. I saw her honey hole flooded with her viscous love juices, it was opening and closing as if it was breathing, begging.

"Um~no~~" she cried while panting

I decided to finally give her some satisfaction, as I finally inserted my fingers inside her p.u.s.s.y. Her back arched, as she raised her head for a moment with a satisfied face.

"Aaaah~"

As I started thrusting my fingers in and out of her, squelching noises could be heard every time my fingers went back in. With every thrust, her love juice would squelch out of her p.u.s.s.y.

'd.a.m.n, she really is flooded right now.'

The only resistance my fingers met was her own tightness, that was how slippery her insides were. Every time my fingers would come out, her walls tightened as if not wanting to let go and soon she c.u.mmed.

"Um~"

Trisa moaned, her eyes going above her head this time, while her tongue lashed out panting, the third o.r.g.a.s.m being tweaked by me as she squirted on my lap, her body trembling in my lap as waves on waves of her love juice fell down.

'Now that's a good face'

I marked looking at the new degenerate older teacher.