Payton #3
I bring my hand down twice more, biting my lip as her wiggles turn into thrusts, seeking friction against me, her noises of pain sounding more like pleasure.
I’m pulling my strength, letting this be more of a lesson than a punishment, inflicting the least amount of pain I can while still letting her feel the sting of my palm as I continue to alternate sides.
At ten, I pause and watch as she writhes, my chest heaving with the exertion of holding back and keeping her still.
“Have you had enough yet? Ready to stop? You can tell me you’ll be a good girl or call out red anytime you want, Princess.
” I can barely keep from groaning with her every time she grinds her hips into me. It’s exquisite torture.
“Don’t you fucking stop now,” she pants, and I smile in triumph. My girl wants this as badly as I do. I’m going to make her feel so fucking good.
She’s rocking against my lap with each swat, grinding down against my cock instead of flinching away, and I know she’s getting close to release by the way her hands curl into the mattress and her knees push off the bed for more pressure.
She’s so far gone, she just needs a little push, and I’m right there with her, feeling every movement.
“Come for me, you gorgeous little slut. I want to hear my filthy cockwhore scream,” I growl, slapping her ass harder this time, watching as she tips over the brink.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” she moans, her blindfolded face thrashing.
She’s enthralling and I’m lost to her. She owns me now.
She silences her cries by biting her arm, thighs quivering where they rest over my leg.
She’s a sight to behold, flushed and sweaty, writhing against me in pleasure, fully free of the strict control she normally holds over herself. She’s more beautiful than ever.
I soothe her ass with soft circles as she comes down from her release, her back rising quickly with each breath, syncing with mine.
It’s euphoric to be this in tune, to have felt everything right along with her, and to have released at the same time she did, even if it means I finished in my pants like a fucking inexperienced kid.
It’s worth it to have this moment with her.
I pick her up and hold her to my chest where she curls into my arms as naturally as if this is what we do all the time.
I free her wrists before moving to sit against the headboard, running my hands gently along her arms and legs.
She’s even resting her head against my chest, her hands on my neck, holding me back, while fully relaxed in my arms. I take my fill of this trust until she’s breathing evenly.
I don’t want to change her trusting mood, but I have to take the blindfold off and bring her down from the floaty place she went to on the back of the endorphins she’s riding coupled with the fun orgasm she had.
When I uncover her eyes, she blinks at me blearily, a look on her face I’ve yet to see. She’s calm, and, damn, I think she’s completely unguarded. I brush hair off her face and smooth my hand to the back of her neck, kneading her muscles to keep her that way.
“Did you enjoy that, Princess?”
She stares dreamily. “Mmmhmm. I didn’t expect to like it, but…” She pauses, her flushed cheeks darkening.
“You came really fucking hard from being spanked and you liked it despite the initial pain,” I supply for her. “It’s not bad to enjoy something like that. If it brings you pleasure, makes you happy, or gives you any measure of joy, don’t feel even an ounce of shame.”
I reach over to the side of the bed and grab a piece of chocolate, then hold it up to her mouth until she lets me feed her from my fingers like I’ve been doing, but now she can see me doing it, which makes her uneasy.
My unguarded Ainsley of minutes ago has gone back to her citadel of solitude and slammed the gate shut on me again.
At least she’s still in my lap, letting me provide her with the necessary aftercare to deal with her first impact session.
The sensation play I wasn’t worried about, but spanking her until I’m sure her ass is cherry-red and may be bruised tomorrow is another.
Good thing I’m patient and focused on making sure she gets everything she needs.
“Come with me to the coast this weekend.”
Her eyes focus sharply. “Why would I go anywhere with you for a weekend?”
She’s probably terrified to spend that much time alone with me. She wouldn’t be able to fight whatever reaction she has if she’s around me for days on end, which is exactly the point.
“I spend a lot of weekends on the coast, so it’s only natural my girlfriend would come with me,” I clarify, my smile wicked, seeing her unease, knowing where it stems from. “I have a boat. It has lots of space. I need the ocean air, and you need to be with me.”
She gives me a withering look. “I need to?”
“We need to feed the rumors and see how far we want to take this. I also need to get you comfortable with what we can do together.” I need more of her just like this, pliant and relaxed in my arms.
A shiver of anticipation runs through her and I smile, knowing I’ve won.