Operation Honey Trap vs The Emperor of the Apocalypse-Chapter 186: Love My New Tool Belt… [R18]

[WARNING: ADULT CONTENT]

The next smack was all pain, and she cried out.

"Oh dear, look how red your ass is getting," he said without sympathy. "Here, let me help you."

He leant across and gave the sight of the smack a kiss, then a lascivious lick.

"Mm. That’s delicious! What’s that flavour, rose?"

"Jasmine," she panted.

"Mm!" He gave it another lick, gently blowing on the spot, cooling and soothing it.

The sound of a sharp smack rang out and she screamed as the pleasure and pain centres of her brain collided in one wild high.

"Shh, shh, shh!" he hushed her. "I know I secured us this attic bedroom, but a scream like that will definitely travel. It wouldn’t do for anyone to come in right now, would it?"

Another sharp smack rang out and she screamed again in pleasured pain. Her mind swirled in a coloured haze like she’d been drugged.

"That won’t do, that won’t do," Alton rubbed his brow. "I’m going to have to stop unless you can control those noises."

If Delphi had been able to open her eyes or look behind her, she would have seen that Alton had his cock pulled free from his work pants and was stroking it vigorously to the tune of her screams.

"Do you want me to gag you?" he asked her.

She nodded. That sounded like an excellent idea, if he would just keep doing that wonderful thing to her!

He pulled out a pair of her own silk panties from her pack and stretched and tied them around her mouth.

Mother of God, what a beautiful sight!

He lay beside her momentarily, enjoying the view and pleasuring himself.

The next smack drew a scream that was just slightly muffled by the panties.

"More?" he asked her.

She nodded vigorously.

He pulled the gag down, "what was that? I couldn’t hear you."

"Yes, please... more," she gasped. "Don’t stop, don’t stop," she urged him.

Hop up on your hands and knees, he instructed her.

She climbed up, her ass in the air, with the lips of her pretty pussy just visible to him. He pulled the gag back up.

"Smack!" another muffled scream.

That angle was even more heavenly, and she rocked back and forth as thought that might hasten the next spank.

Just a few more like that and she knew she would be demolished.

Unfortunately for her, Alton knew it too.

He’d become very accustomed to her ’exclamations,’ and could read her pleasure scale better than she could.

He tapped the slapper against his pant leg. "So, are you planning to tell me what OHT stands for?" he asked, pulling the gag down so she could reply.

"Don’t talk please Alton, just keep going," she begged him.

"Are we playing this game again? I’ve told you before it all goes better for you if you just do as I say."

"Operation Honey Trap," she said immediately.

Who cared if he knew. That was the least of her worries.

He laughed. "Of course! I should have guessed that myself. I’m an idiot!" he struck his own forehead, rapidly followed by two stinging smacks to her ass, pain only, no pleasure...

"Aaah," she gasped. "Not that sort, Alton," she said reproachfully.

"It wouldn’t be a punishment if they all felt good, Delphine."

Even his voice seemed to be connected to her pleasure centres now, and she felt somewhere between her legs clench pleasurably in response.

He lazily gave her a ’good’ smack, and she whimpered with pleasure, biting her lips to avoid the too loud noises.

He stroked himself faster as he watched her, very close to coming himself.

He climbed up behind her, letting his cock find its way to press gently at her entrance.

He put his cheek to hers and whispered in her ear.

"Are you finally going to let me fuck you, Delphine, because I’m certainly panting for you, if that’s what you hoped to achieve with Operation Honey Trap?"

She shook her head, and he dropped his head into the crook of her neck, kissing and nibbling on it.

"Why not?"

"Saving myself for marriage," she breathed.

"What an old-fashioned concept," he said with disappointment, sniffing her neck so that she shivered.

Secretly, he was not upset. It was a value he shared with her, and he looked forward to consummating his marriage on his wedding night... to her.

"Will you agree to marry me then?" he whispered into her ear.

Such an innocuous little question, but everything was riding on her answer. Everything.

"Are you proposing to me like this, Alton?" she looked at him through eyes that were practically swirling with desire.

The tip of her tongue was hanging out of her half-open mouth, and he pushed it back in.

"Of course I’ll propose properly, I just want to know where you stand on the concept," he nibbled her earlobe drawing a whole-body shudder from her.

"I don’t plan to marry until the Emperor is dead," she said breathily. "But I wouldn’t be allowing myself to be tied up, gagged and smacked by a man I didn’t plan to walk through life with."

He flipped her onto her back at those words, smashing his lips to hers with a joy she had never felt from him before.

She responded in kind, although not having the use of her hands meant she was more on receive mode.

"You have no idea how happy those words make me, Delphine," he whispered against her lips, his forehead pressed to hers.

"They’re not exactly words we can share in our wedding speeches..." she joked.

Her words were lost as soon as she said the words ’our wedding,’ and he kissed her with a fervency that shook her heart.

He shed his clothes like a professional, grinding his naked body against hers.

He melded himself as closely as two people could get without being inside her, and she arched her back and cried into his mouth as she exploded with pleasure; Alton followed moments behind her.