Chapter 10 #2
What’s wrong with me? Why am I so attracted to a man who could do this to me? And why do I want him to keep doing it, faster, harder?
The slaps give way to firmer smacks on each cheek. He pauses, massaging my low back and buttocks. He twists the toy in my ass too and I let out a strangled protest. I was just getting used to it. The movement rekindles the burn.
He hooks a leg over mine and pins my arm against my lower back. I stiffen, taking these moves as a warning that things are about to get more painful.
And they do.
CONNOR
Zoe’s fierce. She struggles, whimpering when she can’t escape, but she doesn’t beg or balk verbally.
I have a leather paddle that delivers a wide area of stinging pain. It’s halfway between a whipping and a paddling. I wield it with moderate force, the warm skin of her round bottom becoming increasingly red.
Her silence quickly gives way to small shrieks. She rears up, stiffening all those impressive dancer’s muscles. I love the way she moves, even in distress. And the more she moves, the more I can see the plug take effect, her cries sometimes sounding like moans.
When I pause to rest her, she collapses over my lap, her head dangling, the tips of her curls dragging over the carpet. She cries softly, and a part of me wants to lift her off my legs to comfort and hold her.
I tip my head back, trying to steel myself against stopping too soon. She’s not screaming for me to stop, but I know what it’s like to swallow down pain in silence. She might not be capable of telling me she’s hit her limit.
I release her wrist and rub her back.
“You can choose, Z. You’ve got twenty strokes left, but you don’t have to take them. You can stand naked in the corner for thirty minutes instead.”
“No, finish,” she rasps with a catch in her voice.
“All right,” I say. I’m not brutal, but I make them count. The flaming heat of her ass is perfect.
She twists and kicks a little, but also spreads her thighs and raises her hips with restless hunger. I’m not sure she realizes what she’s doing; on a primal level her body’s reacting to this with sexual heat. I love that my doing dirty things to her turns her on. I’m ready to do a lot more.
I lift her up and stand. There are tears streaming down her face. I don’t try to kiss her, but I do pull her into my arms. I hold her tight until her body melts against mine and she lets go, crying hard into my chest.
I stroke her soft curls. “It’s all right.”
After a few minutes, she stirs against me. I release her, and she turns and falls face down on the bed, burying her face in one bent arm and reaching back to feel her ass experimentally with long cool fingers.
“My ass feels like it’s twice as big as normal. And it’s normally big enough!” she says through tears.
“Spanked or un-spanked, your ass is perfect.”
“Take this thing out,” she says, tapping a fingernail on the flat handle of the plug.
I bend over and plant a wet kiss on her left ass cheek. She jerks and pushes my shoulder to get me away from her.
“Don’t you dare, C.”
I smirk and sit next to her. “That ass is mine,” I say, teasing her. “I can do whatever I want to it.”
She turns her head, her deep brown eyes snapping dangerously. Her tear-streaked face is so beautiful that, for a second, it takes my breath away.
“I’ll let you rest,” I say.
She rubs her tears away and then rests her face against the mattress. “It’s as intense as performing. More so in some ways because I never know what to expect,” she says.
“We can talk about it. I can tell you what to expect.”
She holds out a hand and shakes her head. “Not right now.”
My hand really wants to knead her ass, to enjoy the heat I put there. But she seems to need time before she’ll be ready to be touched. Despite my raging hard-on, I hold back from fucking that sublime body.
I reach in and fist my cock. I stroke up and down, while I admire the way she looks face down and chastised in my bed.
The plug peeks out at me from between her cheeks and that tightens my balls.
Soon I’ll be able to fuck her pussy with plugs and vibrators in her ass.
Soon I’ll be able to fuck her in the ass too, while she reaches back with her pretty fingers to hold herself open for me.
That’s all it takes for me to spray cum onto her naked ass and thighs. I groan, the pleasure ripping through me.
She turns her head to watch me with open curiosity. I shove my boxer briefs down, so my cock dangles free. I kneel on the bed and then drop onto my palms.
“Suck me clean,” I say.
Her gaze locks with mine. This push-pull between us is such a fucking turn-on. I want to know what she’ll let me make her do. I want, too, to feel the white heat of her anger on me if I go too far. Mostly, I realize, I want her full attention. All the fucking time.
She opens her mouth.
I smile and drag her head up at the same time I lower my hips. She sucks the cum off my cock and swallows.
I pull my cock free and kiss her on the mouth before wiping the taste of myself from my lips. I stand and pull up my briefs.
“Where are you going, C?”
“Nowhere. Out to the suite. You want a drink?”
“You’re forgetting something,” she says, raising that gorgeous ass. “You put it in there. Take it out.”
I realize she doesn’t want to do that herself. I stride over and spread her cheeks.
“Relax,” I say.
She hisses, slapping one long leg against the bed as I pull the plug free with a gentle tug. She clenches her buttocks and closes her legs. I get the message. That area is off limits right now.
I toss the toy in the bathroom trash and wash my hands. When I emerge, she’s lying on her side, giving me a great view of her pretty tits and flat belly.
“There are clothes in the closet for you to choose from,” I say. “Take a look and try things on. Whatever you don’t like, hang in the closet next to the suite’s front door. Whatever you like, leave there with my suit. And the handle bag with the tissue paper is full of lingerie.”
She’s quiet a moment. “So what am I? A kept woman?” she asks with dry amusement.
“In bed, you’re whatever we decide. But out there, beyond this suite, I’m the king and that makes you my queen.”
She blinks.
“I wear a suit to send a message to the world. You can dress like a college kid or a broke dancer if you want to, but that’s not the way I see you. I don’t think it’s the way the world should see you either.”
“Jesus, Connor,” she says, her eyes filling with tears.
“What?” I say, taken aback. I wasn’t criticizing her. She’s got great natural style; she just hasn’t had the money to upgrade until now.
She uses the heel of her hand to wipe her tears away. “A queen?” she demands. “Get out of here before I fall in love with you.”
Ah, I think. Don’t forget that, I tell myself. She likes when you give her permission to act like the superstar she is.