He delivered another series of firm, resounding
CRACKS
, watching the rich pink glow deepen across her skin, then soothed the sting with slow, possessive groping.
His fingers sank in until her flesh overflowed his hands, spreading her cheeks once more to admire the way the cola mixed with her own juice dripping shamelessly down her thighs in shiny threads.
He leaned down and pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the flushed curve of one cheek, his breath warm against the cool, wet skinâa tender contrast that made her heart stutter and her pussy clench hard.
Cassiopeia whimpered steadily now, a constant, broken symphony of pure need and delight. Her thick thighs quivered uncontrollably over his lap, her massive ass pushing back toward his hand with every touchâopenly
begging,
openly
craving
more even as her body shook from the relentless, luxurious torment.
Tears of overwhelming pleasure pricked at the corners of her eyes, not from pain, but from the sheer relief of being wanted so completely, so hungrily, by someone who saw every inch of her and called it perfect.
Phei smiled, dark and satisfied, yet softened with something deeperâaffection, possession, devotion. His hand never stoppedâsqueezing, slapping, kneading, and caressing her glistening, cola-drenched ass with perfect, merciless control.
He gave her shining ass one last deep, possessive squeeze, fingers sinking into the heavy, cola-slicked flesh until it bulged obscenely between them, then slowly rose from the leather chair.
"On your feet for a moment, my perfect little slave."
Cassiopeia stood on shaky legs, thick thighs trembling. He turned her gently but firmly, guiding her to the very chair he had just vacated.
He bent her forward over the wide, padded armrest so her upper body rested across the seat, cheek pressed to the cool leather, arms stretched out in front for balance.
Her thighs stayed slightly parted, knees braced on the carpet, and her magnificent ass was now elevated and presented
perfectly
toward himâgenerous globes pushed high and vulnerable, still flushed pink and shining wetly with cola, the deep cleft glistening invitingly.
He stepped back just enough to drink in the sinful sight of his aunt and slaveâs big, supple ass jutting out toward him like a feast, every heavy curve, every soft dimple, every glistening inch on full, shameless display.
For a moment he simply looked at herâhis gaze warm, hungry, and full of quiet wonder at the woman who trusted him enough to offer herself so completely.
Phei
unbuckled
his belt with a slow, deliberate rasp of leather. He slid it free from the loops and doubled it in his hand, the supple material still warm from his body. One hand stayed on her ass, squeezing and
kneading
the plush flesh while he let the doubled belt rest against her skin, letting her feel the cool, smooth threat of it.
"Stay just like this,"
he murmured, voice low and dark with promise, yet threaded with unmistakable tenderness. "Ass up. Thighs apart. I want to watch
every single bounce
, my obedient little slave..."
He started with his hand againâfirm, open-palmed slaps that landed across the fullest part of her cheeks, the wet skin making each impact crisp and loud in the sound-proofed lounge.
Her big ass rippled beautifully with every strike, the heavy globes bouncing and jiggling, the cola making the flesh glisten brighter with every wet
CRACK
.
He alternated cheeks in a steady rhythm, watching the way her thick thighs trembled and clenched, her soaked pussy lips visibly fluttering with every slap.
"Ahhâ! Yes,
Masterâharder,
pleaseâ
" she moaned, voice cracking with pure, shameless pleasure, her hips rocking back to meet every strike.
Then he brought the belt into playâlight, controlled strokes at first.
He snapped the doubled leather across one cheek with a sharp, stinging
CRACK
, the sound sharper than his hand, the impact making her supple flesh compress deeply before springing back with an exaggerated, hypnotic bounce.
He followed immediately with a firm squeeze, fingers digging in to spread the cheek and feel the building heat beneath the skin, his thumb brushing soothingly over the faint pink line heâd left.
"Mmmhâ! Fuckâmore, please,
I love how it stingsâ
" Cassiopeia whimpered, pushing her ass higher, chasing the delicious burn.
He built the rhythm gradually in a series of solid hand spanks, then a lighter flick of the belt across the lower curve where her ass met her thick thighs.
Each belt stroke left a faint, fleeting pink line that quickly melted into the overall glowing blush, the leather kissing her skin with just enough sting to make her whimper and push her ass higher toward him, openly begging for the next delicious strikeâwhile his free hand never stopped stroking her back, grounding her, reminding her with every touch that she was
cherished,
protected, and utterly, beautifully his.
Between sets he would spread her cheeks with both hands, squeezing the heavy globes apart so he could admire the deep, glistening cleft and the way her tight little rosebud fluttered helplessly under the cool, sticky cola. He held her open like that for a long, deliberate heartbeatâletting her feel the exposure, the vulnerability, the way every secret inch of her was now on display for himâbefore releasing her with a playful, wet
slap
that made the plush mounds clap together obscenely, sending fresh droplets spraying across her flushed skin.
He kneaded the tender undersides where ass met thigh, pinching the soft, yielding flesh lightly between his fingers before soothing it with slow, possessive strokes of his palm, turning the sting into something warm and addictive.
Between her brows, the dragon markâ
his
markâbegan to glow.
A faint, ethereal blue light pulsed softly at first, then grew brighter and steadier with every ripple of pleasure that flooded her body.
Every firm slap, every deep squeeze, every teasing flick of the belt made the mark shine stronger, casting a soft sapphire hue across her flushed cheeks as she bit down hard on her lower lip, desperately trying to stay quiet.
Cassiopeia was fighting the intense pleasure nowâher moans muffled against the cool leather seat, her thick thighs shaking violently as the pleasure coiled tighter and tighter inside her.
She was terrified of being heard, of the rest of the jet knowing exactly what her Master was doing to her, but the glowing mark betrayed her completely, pulsing faster and brighter with every wave of sensation that crashed through her.
Phei
noticed.
He delivered a sharper belt stroke, then immediately squeezed both cheeks hard, spreading them wide again so the cool air kissed her most private places.
"Youâre holding back those pretty sounds," he said, voice low and teasing, though a dark thread of command ran beneath it. "Thatâs not what I want from my proud little slave."
He switched to quicker, lighter belt flurries mixed with firm hand spanks, the combination making her big, supple ass bounce and jiggle nonstop in a hypnotic rhythm.
The dragon mark between her brows flared brighter, almost blinding now, as the pleasure finally crested and broke.
"Ahhâ!
Yesâharder,
Masterâplease!"
Cassiopeia moaned, voice cracking with raw pleasure as she came hardâa full-body shudder that made her thick thighs clamp together and her massive ass clench and release in powerful, rhythmic waves.
She fought desperately to stay silent, burying her face deeper into the leather and biting down on her own arm to choke back the cry that wanted to tear free.
Only tiny, broken whimpers escaped her, her entire body trembling violently as the orgasm rolled through her like liquid fire, her soaked pussy fluttering and dripping shamelessly onto the seat beneath her.
The dragon mark blazed like a blue flame between her brows, casting flickering light across her
tear-filled
face.
Phei didnât stop, he kept
spanking
her straight through itâfirm, rhythmic hand slaps and light belt strokesâwhile his free hand squeezed and kneaded the quivering globes, drawing every last ripple of pleasure from her.
"Mmmhâ!
Fuckâmoreâ" she whimpered, pushing her ass higher even as the climax tore through her, chasing the delicious burn.
"Naughty little slave," he murmured, voice thick with dark satisfaction and something softer, almost affectionate. "Still trying to hide how good it feels? Thatâs going to cost you, my sweet girl."
He delivered a deliberate series of sharper belt strokes across both cheeks, each one making her ass bounce harder, the wet leather kissing her flushed skin with just enough sting to push the glowing mark even brighter.
His hand followed immediately, groping and spreading the heavy flesh, squeezing so deeply that her supple ass overflowed between his fingers in thick, warm handfuls.
"Youâre going to learn to let me hear every sound," he said, spanking her againâhand, belt, hand, beltâslow and relentless, each impact measured to perfection. "I want every whimper, every moan, every broken little cry. Let me have all of you."
"Ahhâ!
Yesâharder, Masterâpleaseâdonât stop!" Cassiopeiaâs muffled whimpers grew louder despite her efforts, her big, round ass pushing back toward his hand and the belt as the dragon mark continued to pulse with blinding blue light.
Her thick thighs shook uncontrollably over the edge of the seat, tears of overwhelming sensation and helpless pleasure slipping down her flushed cheeks.
Phei smiled darkly, never breaking rhythm, his free hand stroking soothing circles along her lower back even as he continued the delicious torment.
"Thatâs it, my proud little slave... weâre not done until you stop trying to stay quiet."
He squeezed both cheeks hard, spreading them wide once more, and brought the belt down again in a measured, teasing stroke that made her entire body jolt and arch.
The rewarding continuedâslow, thorough, and utterly consumingâhis hands and belt working her big, supple ass with perfect control while the dragon mark between her brows burned brighter than ever, a glowing testament to the pleasure she could no longer hide from the man who owned her so completely.