Chapter 10
10
Ethan
“I think we should do it without my panties.”
Sweet Holy Jesus. “No! Pia?—
She’s standing next to the sofa, waiting expectantly when I walk in, all ready to lay down some strict rules. Hell, I’d talked my erection into a half-chub and was hella proud of myself for scraping together the tatters of my control.
At her words, I’m back to full sail and my heart is skipping every other beat. I’m sure I’m halfway to cardiac arrest.
“What’s the point of the experiment if we don’t do it the right way?” she pushes.
I drag my palm over my mouth, and my breath wheezes like I’ve run a fucking marathon. “Let’s get this over with. Come here. Get over my knee. Now.”
She squirms and dances nervously as she approaches. It’s both cute and fucking sexy as hell.
She came up from her place wearing her skimpy shorts again, and against the new T-shirt I bought her last weekend, her nipples are tight little peaks just begging to be sucked. Hard.
I drop onto the sofa and slap my thighs with enough force to make her jump. To make her know I’m not fucking around.
She asked for this.
Begged for it.
We’re playing a grown-up game now.
When she reaches me, she looks nervously from my lap to my face.
“Changed your mind?” Say yes. Say no. I’m not sure which response I want more.
She shakes her head. “No.”
The small bullet of relief that fires through me gives me my answer. “Then get to it, little girl.”
Christ. Why did I call her that?
Her reaction to it is instantaneous. Her breathing turns shallower. Her face a little pinker.
One step. Two. “Do you want me to take off?—”
“No. Everything stays on,” I snarl.
She makes a moue of disappointment, and I’m about to growl at her to get on with it when she adjusts her shorts, pulling up the sides high so the middle slots between her cheeks like a thong.
Then she drops over my knees.
Bracing her hands on the floor, she offers her ass in full, perfect display.
God . The weight of her, the warmth of her body permeating mine.
The thought that Pia Hyde is lying across my knees, with the roundest, plumpest ass cheeks I’ve ever seen in my life, waiting for a spanking.
How the fuck did we get here?
“Is this okay?”
If I thought I was about to keel over with heart failure earlier, I’m now convinced I’ve died and gone to seven kinds of hell. Because surely hell is the place to offer pure heaven on a platter, then deny you?
“Ethan?”
Shut the fuck up, girl . Thankfully, I keep the growly words locked down tight in my throat.
Do it. Quickly. Get it over with.
The rough demand of my conscience doesn’t impinge. I stare at her heart-shaped ass and my mouth waters so hard I have to swallow twice and work my jaw to speak. “Yeah. Like that is fine.”
She nods, then looks over her shoulder, studying my face with her lower lip caught between her teeth. “Will it hurt?”
My bark of laughter is rough as fuck. “Too late to chicken out now, baby. You should’ve asked that before you drove me to this. I’m going to give you a clean dozen. Make sure to count each one or I’ll start again. Understood?”
“Yes,” she murmurs, and fuck me, I wish she’d said that in French.
With zero warning, I raise my hand.
And spank Pia Hyde’s bare ass.
She shrieks. “ Merde!”
There it is. And yeah, I didn’t hold back.
My dick jumps and I have to shut my eyes to claw back control. “Count. And watch that fucking mouth.” Or I’ll wash it out with buckets of cum I didn’t even know I was saving for you.
I’m tempted to go in even harder, spank her hard enough to both put the idea of sex out of her mind forever and for putting it in my head in the first place.
The image of her on her knees, my cum dripping down her chin because it’s too much for her to swallow quickly enough is burned so hard in my retinas, I know I won’t get rid of it this side of the millennia.
She’s killing me.
But delivering pain over pleasure isn’t my thing. A healthy balance of both produces the best sexual experience. If both sides agree to it. If not, I would choose pleasure all day long.
So I temper the next smack.
She still tenses, but her whimper is softer. Calmer when I take a minute to soothe the sting.
The third is halfway between the first and second. Her cheek jiggles beautifully and my mouth waters as she counts it off with a tiny moan.
I’m transfixed by her reddening skin.
The fourth bears my hand’s imprint and I can’t help myself. I caress my hand over her plump flesh and she moves, nudging back into my touch.
My already hardened dick turns to steel.
There’s no way Pia can’t feel me against her hip. But I don’t care anymore. She knew what she was letting herself in for. She pushed me to this.
To… widening my legs so hers widens a fraction too.
To… glancing between her butt cheeks to see if the fabric wedged there is?—
Fuck. It’s damp. And with her squirming I catch a small glimpse of her outer lips.
Sweat slides down my temple. And that makes me angry.
My fifth smack is as hard as the first. But she doesn’t swear or shriek.
She. Fucking. Moans.
I deliver the next six in quick succession, partly fueled by irritation and partly because I want this torture to be over. I want—no, need—to bury myself in the nearest warm pussy and since it can’t be hers, I need the next best thing. Which is to jack off in the privacy of my bathroom.
Silence rings in the room with the last smack of hand on flesh.
It takes a moment to realize… she’s quivering.
Fuck. Is she… is she crying?
I glance down and her ass is cherry red as I’d warned. And my clear handprint on her skin is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Pre-cum jets from my desperate cock as my eyes dart between her ass and her face.
The face she’s averting from me. “Pia? Baby? Are you okay?”
She… moans. Again. Her head slowly comes up and she looks over her shoulder.
And… fuck.
She’s not distressed.
She’s turned on. Mouth parted. Breath panting. On-the-knife-edge-of-need turned on. Her hips roll on my lap and she moans again. “Ethan… I…”
I shake my head because I know what’s coming. And while I want it more than I want to breathe, I have to be the grown-up here.
Until she squirms again, and I realize something even more desperate.
I won’t make it to the bathroom.
I’m going to come in my pants like a fucking tween with his first hard-on. Sweating, I go for the next best thing.
I reposition her so she’s resting over one thigh instead of both, almost bent double with her torso over one knee and her hands on the floor.
“Stay there like that. Do not fucking move.” She starts to turn. I clamp my hand on her right cheek. And groan at how fucking delicious she feels. “No! I said stay where you are. Do not turn around. Keep that position, Pia.”
A little whimper leaves her throat. “Will it make the pain go away quicker?”
I slide my hand between her hip and my fly and reach into my pants. “Yeah,” I lie. Or maybe I’m not. My pain will definitely go away quicker.
My fingers wrap around my engorged shaft and I bite back a groan. I stroke myself once and nearly pass out from the sublime pleasure.
Seated the way I am with Pia repositioned right in front of me, the tip of my dick looks like it’s poised between her soaking pussy lips. I pull her shorts up higher until her labia is framed on either side of her shorts.
The image is bliss and torture.
Dragging my balls out over my waistband, I start to stroke myself.
Up and down, using the eager pre-cum spilling free as lubricant.
“Did you enjoy the spanking?” I croak.
Silence. Her head falls forward and I’m pretty sure she’s blushing.
“Answer me, Pia. Did you enjoy it?”
“ Oui ,” she whispers. “Yes. But…”
Stroke. Stroke. Stroke. “But what?” My voice is so strained I’m almost hoarse. I imagine sliding my dick into that wet, tight heat. Pumping. Pumping. Pumping.
“But… it made me ache more… inside.”
She fidgets as she speaks and her tomato-red ass jiggles.
I don’t chastise her as I brace my free hand on her waist. I’m too turned on by the sight to be angry with her for moving.
Pleasure races through me as I stroke myself faster. I can’t contain the next groan that takes me by surprise.
“Is my devious little goddess trying to tell me that she wants more?”
She whimpers. Then slowly she nods. “ Oui .”
“A deal’s a deal, Pia. We agreed on a spanking. Nothing more.”
She makes another whimper of distress. “But, can’t we make another deal?”
“I’ll think about it on one condition.”
She starts to turn her head and I catch a glimpse of the lips she’s been biting just before she corrects her stance. “What condition?”
StrokeStrokeStrokeStroke. “Bend forward, just a little more. Open those lovely legs a little wider. Show me where it hurts. That’s the condition.”
My voice is a raw, unintelligible mess.
But she must understand me well enough because she slowly widens her stance, pushing her ass out so I see more of the damp fabric lovingly clinging to her juicy, wet, prettiest pink pussy I’ve ever seen.
“Fuck!” I let out a loud curse and erupt all over my hand.