Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
Avery
The tiny smack Nick gave her rivaled some of the earliest ones he’d tried at Marquis. Avery did what she hadn’t been able to do there for fear of embarrassing him. She snorted.
“Harder.”
Smack.
Oooh, that was way better. Still way too light, but better, and many steps above his first swat. It stung a little, though not as much as she would like.
Avery wasn’t sure this was the best way to do things, but she’d hated seeing how down on himself he’d been during class.
The classes were public for safety reasons, and she got it, especially because private tutelage would be a huge time commitment, but it was clearly not how Nick was going to thrive.
At least, not until he became surer of himself and trusted her to let him know when he was going too far.
“Harder.”
There, hesitation this time.
She couldn’t help but wonder if part of his problem was he was afraid of others seeing him take things too far instead of accepting that as part of the process.
Sometimes, the quest for perfection could hinder itself when it came to practicing.
He was very hesitant to hurt her, no matter how much she enjoyed certain types of pain.
Right now, she doubted they’d get to a point where she’d need to say Yellow, but she was pretty sure he’d be horrified if she did in front of an audience.
“Harder, Master Nick,” she sing-songed the words, prodding at his pride and temper a little.
Smack!
This time Avery gasped, her body jerking as the stinging pain hit, then spread through her with warmth. She shuddered, fingers flexing in the sheets.
“That was pretty good,” she finally said after taking a moment to enjoy the sting and the sensations that rippled through her in its wake. Her bottom lifted, begging for more.
“Again, please.”
Nick
She had to be kidding.
Except she wasn’t.
Nick had spanked her much harder to show her not to taunt him. That was something they’d gone over last week—not letting the submissives get away with bad behavior. It was supposed to have been a punishment swat, harder than the others… but she had enjoyed it.
Described it as ‘pretty good’ instead of painful, too much, or even ‘great.’
Clearly, his expectations needed some reworking if he was going to give her what she needed.
She was right. It was a lot easier to do that without the audience.
He wasn’t sure he’d have been able to bring himself to spank her that hard at Marquis, even as a ‘punishment.’ He would have been too worried about what other people thought of him.
Too worried about what conclusions they might draw about him.
Even if they were all there for the same thing and focused on what they were doing.
Hell, even if they felt the same things, which they probably had been since none of the submissives had been satisfied with their Dom’s performance.
So, he did it again, this time allowing himself to slap her ass as hard on the left cheek as he had the right, watching the ripple through her flesh. She gasped again and lifted her hips back up, begging for more.
Now that he’d been encouraged, his cock surged from half-hard to rock hard as he watched her skin turn pink, much faster than it had during class because he was spanking her that much harder.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
She’d stopped telling him ‘harder’ but wasn’t saying ‘green’ yet. Had she forgotten? Or had he not gotten there yet?
You’re supposed to be the Dom. Ask.
“Avery, what color are you?”
“Green, Sir.”
The answer came without hesitation, and the feeling of satisfaction that flooded through his chest was so strong, it was a physical sensation.
“More, please.”
There was a note of pleading in her voice that called to his deepest urges.
Nick raised his hand again and spanked her, a little harder than before, his hand moving over her luscious ass.
He could already tell there was a huge difference between how he’d been doing it in class and what he was doing now.
Avery’s skin turned from pale cream to hot pink, slowly darkening in places where his hand had overlapped the blows. Her ass jiggled with every impact, lifting right back into place to meet the next hard slap. Breathy moans punctuated the sound of impact.
He tried to spread the spanking over her whole ass, from the top, down over the softest part of the mounds, to just above where the curves met her thighs. Try as he might, he couldn’t forget how much the ‘sit spot’ fucking hurt, so he wasn’t ready to go there yet.
Not that Avery seemed to mind.
In their current position, and without her underwear on, it was obvious how much the spanking was turning her on. He didn’t need verbal reassurance that she was enjoying the spanking. He could see it.
The cheeks of her ass were turning bright and dark pink. So, was her pussy, even though he hadn’t touched it. The lips were swollen and puffy, the space between them glistening with her arousal. She was soaking wet.
When was he supposed to stop the spanking?
That was something they really hadn’t gone over in class.
Before it becomes too much.
Not exactly a firm metric, but he got it.
When he’d first started cooking, there had been recipes to follow, certain amounts of ingredients, certain amounts of time…
which was good enough for basic cooking, for getting the same results every time.
Then something could change it. Different ovens heat at different speeds.
Elevation changed how long something should be baked.
An ingredient might not be available and require a substitution. And if you wanted to do something new…
Recipes were helpful, but they didn’t account for individualized tastes, ovens, or locations.
Just like there was no metric for judging how someone might react to a spanking. Nick had hated every second, though he understood why it was required. Avery’s reaction was completely different. He couldn’t judge how much would be too much for her based on what he’d felt for himself.
What he could do was decide he’d had enough of spanking her, and now, he wanted to fuck.
Avery
The heat spreading through her ass and along her nerves was like a siren song, calling to all of Avery’s most secret impulses and desires. The ones she’d buried for so long were pushed away.
She’d missed this.
The intimacy. The pain. The pleasure. The rush of adrenaline that came from giving her body over to someone else’s dominion. The trust it required.
She’d missed it so much.
Even as the spanking continued, verging on being too much, she didn’t say anything because she didn’t want Nick to stop. She’d needed this for too long. It was a treat she’d denied herself, and now her impulse was to overindulge to fill the well.
Then the swats stopped, and Avery moaned, panting as she assimilated the sensations. Reveled in them. Eyes closed, breasts squashed between her and the bed, ass throbbing from a well-administered spanking, she felt utterly perfect.
Nick made it even better.
Chef pants didn’t have zippers, but she heard the swoosh of fabric as it fell from his hips to his ankles. A moment later, the blunt head of his cock probed her slick folds, sliding up and down between them and sending tingling pleasure to thread through the throbbing soreness from the spanking.
She leaned forward, toes pushing up, trying to line herself up with his cock.
Not that Nick needed any invitation. He thrust, sliding into her hard and fast, hands smoothing over the hot cheeks of her ass before settling on her hips.
Avery moaned at the extra sensation—her chastised skin extra sensitive to the hard knife calluses on his hands and the way the heels of his palms still pressed against her pinked flesh.
The inner muscles of her body clenched around him, and she moaned.
The fullness of having his cock deep inside her, the way her hot cheeks pressed against his groin, his hands holding her in place and pinning her to the bed…
was wickedly, deliciously submissive, and oh, so satisfying.
He thrust, and Avery writhed, clenching and moaning, her body trying to push against him but held in place by his greater weight.
She reveled in her helplessness beneath him.
Each thrust of his cock pushed another wave of pleasure through her, the friction hitting her in all the right places.
His balls slapped against her clit, and his movements pressed her more firmly into the bed, the front of her mound rubbing against the corner and adding to the pressure on that sensitive organ.
Avery moaned, arching her back, rubbing her nipples on the sheets.
Heat and need were flooding through her, but there was nothing she could do. No movement she could make. She was completely subjugated to Nick’s will, his hard thrusts, his rhythm, and motion, all driving her wild. Each slap of his body against hers reignited the sting in her cheeks.
“Nick…. oh, fuck… Nick… please…” Clenching around him, she could feel her orgasm rising, each thrust almost too pleasurable to bear as his cock rubbed over her g-spot again and again. “Oh, please, Nick!”
Saying his name did nothing but make him move harder, faster, riding her for all she was worth until she was writhing and screaming his name with her face pressed into the sheets.
It was everything she’d needed for so long.
The waves of pleasure built upon each other until the ecstasy overwhelmed everything, bursting out of her in a white-hot supernova that seared her from within.
Nick
The ripples of pink flesh every time Nick slammed his cock deep inside Avery would be something he could never forget.
He’d done that. Left his marks on her skin, heating it so he could feel it emanating from the surface of her skin against his groin.
She moved beneath him, clenching and squirming, and the thrill of holding her in place was something he might be ashamed of later, but right now, it added to the eroticism of their joining.
She wasn’t complaining.
Quite the opposite.
He knew exactly when Avery started to climax, her muscles spasming around his cock, making it harder for him to thrust as her body gripped him.
The way she cried out his name, along with her pleas, were making it impossible for him to maintain his control.
“Avery… fuck…” Those were the only words he managed to grit out between his teeth before his own orgasm exploded.
Ecstasy throbbed through him, pulsing in time with each spurt of his cock.
Physically it wasn’t different from any other time they’d had sex, other than the heat from Avery’s ass pressed firmly against his lower stomach, but it felt like so much more.
He emptied himself into her, yet he felt full in his own way, sating a craving he hadn’t fed before.
Breathless, he fell forward, bracing his elbows on either side of her but letting some of his weight cover her.
He felt her sigh beneath him with happiness, her body still clenching around him as he softened.
As they cuddled on the bed, Avery’s head tucked into his chest, his hand drifted down to her ass and squeezed gently. Testing.
“Ouch,” Avery grumbled, and Nick winced, releasing the handful of flesh. Avery poked him in the chest. “That wasn’t a complaint. I like knowing I’ll be sore after.”
“I’m not sure I do.”
“Please.” Avery snorted. “I bet I’m not even pink anymore. I won’t feel a thing by morning.” She sounded disappointed, even though it made Nick feel better.
Somewhat assuaged, Nick still took the time to push up and bend over to see if what she said was true. Yup, her ass barely had any blush left. He suddenly understood her disappointment because he kind of wished there had been a little more evidence of her spanking.