I kept her too far back for her to get her elbows under her, so she was forced to keep her chest to the bed, arching her ass up for perfect display. And between it all sat the purple circle wedged tight in her little ass. I considered abandoning my original plan and tugging it free just to replace it with my cock, but now that the edge of my need had been softened, I could think clearer—I could take my time.

The golden color of her skin extended to every hidden place on her body—a perfect canvas. Without warning, I smacked my hand across one cheek, listening carefully for her response. A shocked gasp. Quickly followed by a shuddering whimper.

“Look at that,” I said, stroking my palm over the perfect red print blooming against her skin. The first time I saw her, I wondered how many smacks it’d take to create such a rosy blush against honey skin. Now that I knew, all I wanted to know was how dark I could make it and how long it would last. Goddamn, what I wouldn’t do to make it permanent. “Like a brand, marking you as mine.”

Still soothing one side, I smacked the other. Next came a frustrated growl of pleasure that sank into my skin, marking me in her own way.

“Do you like that?”

“Yes,” she hissed.

“Hmmm, I’m not sure I believe you,” I taunted. “Maybe I should stop.”

“No,” she cried out.

“Well, let me see for myself.”

I swiped my palm between her legs, collecting her cum, making sure to brush her clit on the pass.

“I bet each slap causes this dildo to move just enough to torture you.”

She rocked her hips, pressing her forehead to the bed. “Please, Atlas.”

The begging was too much. I slapped her again and again. One after another until she was nothing but moans, whimpers, and pleas. When pleas turned to desperate begging, I gave in, gripping her hot, red cheeks. I pulled them apart and dropped low, finally tasting the pussy that had been haunting me for days.

The cum I sucked from Carina’s fingers had been good, but nothing compared to the fountain of cum spilling from Amara’s cunt. She screamed, pushing back against my mouth as I sucked on her folds, drinking every drop. She writhed, losing her rhythm.

“Fuck, you taste so goddamn good.”

Her opening fluttered, and I knew she was close. I landed one last blow directly over the dildo and latched on to her clit, sucking. Screams filled the room, wrapping around us like an orchestra created just for us.

“Can’t wait anymore. Need you,” I muttered, ripping a condom open. I didn’t even bring her down from her orgasm, didn’t even wait for her orgasm to finish. I gripped her hips too tightly and damn near roared as I watched inch after inch sink into her.