27. Addison
Addison
# Always show the appropriate respect for snow (and for dominant demigods with a spanking kink)
H ow did I end up here again? Naked and bent over Chase Hunter’s lap, my bare ass up in the air while he spanks me?
Teenage me would be so excited for us. Twenty-seven-year-old me is currently so turned on and desperate for him to fuck me, I’m writhing on his lap and mewling like a sex-crazed she-cat.
“Your ass is stunning, Addie. My red handprints all over your soft skin make it even prettier than usual.”
“Stop teasing me,” I snap.
He brings the flat of his palm down hard on my ass cheek, and it makes a satisfying cracking noise against my flesh. “I’ve hardly even started, baby.”
Another smack, before he rubs his strong hand over the skin, soothing the stinging. “But you’re taking your spanking so fucking well.”
Crack!
“Ow,” I whine, wriggling my ass, desperately trying to tease him so that he’ll snap and just bang me senseless.
“That didn’t hurt,” he laughs before smacking me again. “I barely touched you.”
It’s true, it doesn’t hurt. Not really. A mild stinging, usually followed by Chase’s soothing hand. I’ve been spanked plenty of times before, but in the middle of sex. Not like this. Not like where the spanking is the event.
“I wish you would touch me,” I say, pouting.
He cups my jaw, twisting my head so I’m looking up at him. “Spanking your ass already has me harder than titanium, Addie. You’ll be getting fucked when we’re done, baby, so stop pouting.”
Oh , hell in a handcart! My insides just turned to molten lava, and I’m pretty sure I’m already dripping down my legs. Like he’s reading my mind and wants to confirm that, Chase slides a thick, delicious finger inside me. My back arches on a moan.
“Soaked already, Addie. I think you’re enjoying your spanking, aren’t you?”
I press my lips together, refusing to confirm and he smacks me again, a little harder. “Or do you want me to stop?”
I shake my head. “Don’t stop,” I mutter.
“What, baby? I didn’t hear you.”
Asshole! “Don’t stop!”
He hums softly to himself. “Yeah, I thought so.”
He keeps that one digit inside me, not moving, while he goes on spanking me.
“Your pussy squeezes me so tight when I smack your ass. So fucking tight.”
I moan, wetness slicking his finger, and then he starts moving it and the wet, filthy sounds of my arousal are unmistakable.
“Addie,” he groans. “I knew you were a little brat, but you’re really fucking enjoying this, aren’t you?”
I press my face into the duvet and moan my agreement, my cheeks flushing with shame and desire.
“I love it too, baby. You feel how hard I am for you?” He takes my hand and places it over his cock, which is indeed thick and hard and the thing I want inside me very soon.
I squeeze him over his pants and he groans, “I’m desperate to fuck you, Firefly, but first you’re gonna promise me to never try and sneak out on me without saying goodbye again, aren’t you?”
“Yes, I promise,” I whine, desperate for him.
He spanks me then soothes, over and over again, relentless and persistent. “Why were you trying to leave?”
Tears are rolling down my face, but I still don’t want this to stop. It’s deliciously sexy and naughty, and I love his hands on me. “I wanted to be the one to walk away this time.”
He brings his hand cracking down over my ass cheek and I wince. My ass is getting sore now and I’m reaching my limit. And then both of his hands are gently rubbing my stinging flesh, soothing all of the soreness away. “I’m never walking away, Addie. Okay?”
I sniff. “Okay.”
“Good girl,” he says softly, and I bask in the bliss of his praise.
Then he slides out from under me, leaving me on all fours. I already know what’s coming and my pussy clenches in anticipation at the thought.
He climbs behind me on the bed, hands tightly gripping my waist. “You look fucking incredible right now.” He sinks himself inside me in one long, deep thrust, filling me so completely that I almost melt into the mattress.
If he wasn’t holding me up, I’m sure that I would.
“Fuck, baby. So fucking good,” he growls.
All I can do is whimper at this point, whimper and take every punishing thrust as my orgasm builds to a crescendo, and the smooth bastard talks me through it, telling me how amazing I feel and what a good girl I am.
Okay, so I think I love snow. I mean I always liked it, but now it’s responsible for me being trapped inside this sex cabin with the machine of a man currently railing me like our lives depend on it.
Yes, I love snow.
I also love Chase Hunter, but we already knew that, didn’t we?