Chapter 2 #3
His fist wrapped in her hair and he tugged her head back. “You like it when I punish you,” he growled in her ear, probably smelling the scent of her arousal.
Her nipples hardened. The roughness in his voice gave away his desire for her. Her wolf had returned from whatever cold place he’d retreated.
“I don’t like it,” she said, which was a half-truth.
He pulled her hair back again. “Yes, you do.”
“I don’t like disappointing you.” That was all true.
His teeth closed lightly on her shoulder, then released—a love bite.
She became aware of a burning from the ginger and she moaned. “It burns.”
He released her hair and pushed her back down. “It’s supposed to burn. I’m teaching you a lesson, little girl. Do you lie to me?”
“No, sir,” she said, gulping as he began to spank her again, just as hard as he had before. This time, her ass was already sore and now her anus burned as well. She tightened around it, which only made it worse.
Ben spanked and spanked, merciless in his punishment as she lay helplessly sprawled over the arm of the sofa with a stick of ginger in her ass.
Her entire body grew hot from the root, and she began to sweat.
Her pussy swelled between her legs, heating along with her entire pelvis, arousal dripping down her legs.
“Oh, it burns… it burns,” she moaned. Every time she shifted or squeezed, she incited a fresh bloom of agony from the ginger root.
That, combined with the pain of his seemingly endless spanking seemed more than she could bear.
“Ben,” she whimpered. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.
I’ll be a good girl,” she pleaded. “I’ll never lie again. Please don’t spank me, please don’t?—”
“Shh.” The spanking stopped. Ben slid a finger between her legs, over her glossy slit.
“Please take it out,” she begged.
“No,” he said. “I’m going to fuck you with it in.”
Her pussy clenched, eager for any activity he wanted to give her.
His finger had found her clit, circling the sensitive nub.
She heard his zipper and spread her legs, arching her back.
He pushed the ginger in deeper, creating a fresh zing of torturous burn and gave her bottom several more smacks. “You may not come,” he said at the same time he stretched her wide with his thick cock.
“What?” she asked, confused.
“You heard me, little girl. You were naughty and are being punished. I don’t think you deserve to come tonight.”
She couldn’t believe it. Not coming would be an impossibility. She’d almost just come from him saying he was going to fuck her. And yet, disobeying him, tonight of all nights, seemed out of the question.
“Ben,” she whimpered. “Please… I need to come.”
He slid his cock in and out of her, shoving the ginger deeper with each in-stroke. The burning was unbearable and her need so great she thought she’d explode.
“No.”
He gripped her waist and picked up speed, pumping harder.
She surrendered, offering herself up to him, trying to forget about the pain and her mounting desperation to come.
Ben buried himself deep inside Ashley, his release pouring out.
He wrapped his arms around her from behind, lifting her torso and nuzzling at her neck.
He’d been a fool. Ashley had been right, as usual.
A spanking did fix everything. Or at least it had brought them back together, to face their challenges as a couple, rather than two islands drifting apart.
He cupped her breasts in his hands, rolling his thumbs over her nipples.
She moaned wantonly.
He eased out of her and pulled the ginger finger from her ass. “Don’t get dressed,” he murmured in her ear. “I want you to serve me dinner just as you are.”
She turned in his arms, resting her hands on his chest and looking up at him shyly.
He bent to kiss her, claiming her mouth with great authority, sliding his tongue between her lips, showing her with action what he had trouble expressing.
When they broke apart, he saw her relief. She understood she’d been forgiven and that all was right between them. He stepped back to allow her passage. “Go on,” he said, giving her reddened ass a slap as she turned toward the kitchen.
He raised the temperature on the thermostat so she wouldn’t get cold prancing around their kitchen in the nude and settled in a chair to watch, his cock already forgetting its recent release.
Ashley’s hands slid over her swollen cheeks, circling and rubbing away the sting.
He hoped he hadn’t spanked hard enough to leave marks.
As reluctant as he’d been to begin with, once he started spanking, his emotions had cleared.
Her willingness to accept his displeasure in that form eased all his discontent, leaving him in appreciation of her beautiful submission.
Now, as she dished salads onto their plates and pulled steaks and quinoa out of the oven, her eyes were bright with unspent desire, face still flushed. She darted glances at him under her lashes, sending a fresh shot of lust kicking through him every time.
“It’s ready,” she murmured, turning to face him.
He gave her a lazy grin and unfolded himself from the chair, walking to the table. “ Gracias, mi amor .”
She set the plates down at their separate places, but before she could sit, he grasped her waist and tugged her down to sit on his lap. She flinched a little at the contact of her chafed bottom with his pants, but then snuggled in.
“You eat here tonight.”
“Okay,” she said, sounding pleased.
He picked up his knife and cut her a piece of steak, which had turned slightly dry from being reheated.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “It was better yesterday.”
He stabbed it with his fork and lifted it to her full lips. “It’s fine,” he reassured her. “And it was my own fault, so don’t apologize.”
She chewed, her hair falling forward to cover part of her face.
He brushed it away, watching her eat.
“I want to have your babies,” she said when she swallowed.
He suppressed a smile. “Too bad. You had your chance and you blew it.”
Her ocean-blue eyes studied his face. “I threw out the pills.”
He sobered, his chest growing heavy again over this conflict that never should have been an issue. “Ash… baby. I’m not asking you to have my pups. I thought you wanted them now and I ran with it. It turned me on to think about getting you pregnant. But I can wait—I never meant to pressure you.”
“I know,” she said, touching his lips with the pad of her index finger. “But I realized that you… that our family is more important than my career.”
He picked up her fingers and kissed them. “You’re going back on the pill,” he said, adding steel to his voice so she’d know his decision was final. “We will re-evaluate in a year. Understood?”
Her eyes watered and she nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.” He popped another bite of steak into her mouth.
He continued to feed her as he stroked her soft skin and enjoyed the view of her perfect breasts bouncing near his face.
When they’d finished, he helped her clean up the kitchen, then scooped her up and carried her to their bed, where he laid her on her front. Her bottom was still red, her pussy still gleaming wet between her thighs. He stroked her bottom, squeezing her sore cheeks.
“Mmm,” she encouraged.
He crawled on top of her, unbuttoning his shirt. “The trouble with naughty girls like you is that you like your spankings too much,” he said, fisting her hair and tugging her head to the side to bite her shoulder. “I have to be very firm to make an impression. Isn’t that right?”
She whimpered, probably not knowing how to answer such a question.
He divested himself of his shirt and undershirt, then unbuttoned his pants and slid them off. “You may please me now,” he said, settling beside her on his back.
She scrambled up to her hands and knees, crawling over him with an eagerness that had his cock standing at full mast before she even arrived. She licked her lips as she reached for his shaft, then bent her head down and flicked her tongue on the underside of his glans.
He shuddered with pleasure, thrusting his hips up for more.
She gave him a Cheshire cat smile, lowering her eyelids seductively and opening her mouth to engulf the head of his cock.
He reached for her, burying his fingers in her thick, glossy hair as she lowered and lifted her head over his shaft. She sucked hard, moving her tongue in a swirling motion than made him dizzy with desire.
“Bring your ass over here,” he said, his voice thick.
She turned sideways, offering him her punished bottom as she continued to expertly tease his cock with her tongue.
He brought his hand crashing down on her bottom, causing her to surge forward and deep-throat his cock.
“I’ll tell you what, little girl. You’re doing such a good job sucking my cock that I might let you come.
But I’m not going to touch that pretty little pussy of yours.
All I’m going to do is spank your rosy red ass.
Do you think you can come from a spanking alone? ”
She made a sound around his cock, the vibration sending a zing of pleasure straight through to his toes.
He slapped her again. “Was that a yes?”
She popped off him. “Yes, sir.”
Another spank, harder this time. “Did I say you could stop what you’re doing?”
“No, sir,” she said, returning to her ministrations.
He spanked slowly, deliberately. Not too hard, but not softly, either. He aimed for the middle of her cheeks, just above her sex.
Judging by the enthusiasm with which she applied herself to his throbbing shaft, he knew she was getting close. He let his hand fall again and again as she bobbed frantically over him, humming and sucking. Seeing her come apart was his undoing. His balls contracted.
“I’m coming,” he warned her, but she didn’t stop.
He continued to spank her, faster now, wondering if she’d be able to do it.
She wiggled her hips, rolling them around, begging to be fucked, but he resisted touching her except to spank.
He came and she paused, receiving his seed in her mouth, her hand wrapped tightly around the base of his cock.
She sat up and swallowed, giving Ben her wild-eyed look.
He sat up and pulled her across his lap, resuming the spanking.
She parted her legs, angling her bottom up, lifting it to meet his hand. Fingers twisting into the bedspread, she arched, teeth bared like a little wildcat.
“Only the naughtiest girls can come just from having their sore, red bottoms spanked.”
She cried out, squeezing her legs together and rubbing her hips over his lap, her bottom clenched tight and toes pointed straight out behind her.
He chuckled, squeezing her tightened buns and shaking. “That’s my girl,” he murmured. “I knew you could do it.”
She lifted her head from her arms, looking exhausted. “Does that count as one of my spankings?”
He threw his head back and laughed. “Yes. But don’t imagine they will all be this pleasurable.”