29. Ambrose #2
Zeth’s husky reply made my skin tingle. As he moved his hand away, I braced for his first slap, but nothing prepared me for the sharp sting that landed.
It traveled through my body with a wonderful jolt of joy, pulling a gasp from my throat.
When he withdrew, I held my breath. His palm came down again in the same place, smacking me so hard, I groaned. Oh, how delicious this was.
When I felt his palm strike again, I continued to voice my pleasure. Zeth’s attention loosened something deep within me, a desire to see how much I could take from him. With the next slap, my gasp echoed from the rafters.
Zeth’s fingers traced a circle over the hot spot he was creating. Rough and gentle. His tenderness hit me as strongly as his hand, and I inhaled sharply as I pressed my face against the stall. Just when I eased into his stroke, he smacked me so hard, I gave a laugh that was half moan.
“Oh, sir… You’re treating me so well.”
“I’m giving you what you deserve, lots of love,” Zeth said against my ear, making me quiver with pleasure. His next strong smack had my eyelids fluttering closed as I exhaled with mirth, relishing the prickly vibration Zeth’s hand left behind. Then his hand slapped again, even harder this time.
My heart slammed against my ribs, but he didn’t relent.
He slapped me once, twice, and three times more, making me cry out, each smack in succession feeling sharper than the last. By the fourth, a delightful pain spiraled through more than my ass cheek.
It went deep into my groin, making my cock twitch as I let out a pathetic, whimpering moan.
I shuddered, my legs feeling weak. A dizzying, blissful sensation passed through my mind.
Every trouble I held deep within me was melting away.
Zeth panted as he kissed my ear. He bit my lobe lightly before growling, “You’re such a good boy.”
“Yes… Sir…” I groaned, moved by how incredibly good it felt to be called that by him, to be worthy of being his once again. By the way he handled me, the way he gave me what I wanted and took care of me while in his arms, I knew he loved me.
While I was still reeling from his words, he released my trapped arm to slide his hand up the back of my neck and through my curls until he gripped my hair.
The light tug to my scalp drew all of my attention until Zeth delivered another smack to my ass, making me flinch and groan even louder than before.
I was rewarded with a gentle kiss against my temple.
His rhythmic smacks started up again, and this time I knew what to expect.
Each of his touches had me moaning louder in rapture as my cheek turned hot and raw.
His hand burned me up so much, I moaned and cursed with each hit as if I were some depraved madman.
And perhaps I was. I was mad for Zeth Washer, for how well he knew my body, my mind and soul.
Another hard slap stole my breath. It was getting painful, deep, but God, how I treasured the bite. I loved whatever this was between us. “Zeth—Sir…” I bit my trembling lip against the mishap.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“I can take a few more…” I panted, as tears gathered in my eyes.
“Yes, you’ve been so strong, for so long, darling. But you’re not alone anymore. Tell me who you belong to.”
When Zeth’s palm met my stinging ass with hot, solid conviction, I let out a guttural moan, “You.”
“Louder.” He drew back his hand again, but I no longer needed it.
“You,” my voice cracked. “I’m yours, only yours. I’m your good boy.”
My knees buckled, and Zeth’s arms found me, pulling me close by my waist. We were both panting, our bodies hot against each other. I bit my lip as my mind wavered. I was so dazed that I feared falling, but Zeth kept me upright until I found my footing.
“Are you okay?” he asked against the side of my mussed hair.
“Yes,” I got out, keeping my eyes closed with a smile on my face. “I’m just floating is all.” I felt safe enough with him to let myself go. No one had ever been able to do such a thing for me before.
“You were perfect. I loved hearing you let go so beautifully.”
I let him hold me and leaned my head back to rest on his shoulder. “Will you… kiss me?”
“Always,” Zeth answered like a pledge as he turned me around.
I clung to his shoulders, letting my head hang, feeling strangely relaxed as if all the tension had left my body.
Zeth hummed pleasantly as he pulled up my trousers—always so considerate—and I sucked air through my teeth as the fabric slid over my sore cheek.
He pecked several gentle kisses along my temple before moving to my mouth with the same care.
I embraced him, craving his calm affection.
Seeing how flushed and damp his skin was around his open collar aroused me more, and I nuzzled my face against his neck. “Mm, I want you.”
“I want you too,” Zeth breathed. “If only we had what we need…”
“What do you mean? A bed? I’m sure we can just use the hay like last time,” I murmured against him.
Zeth laughed and pulled back to kiss my nose. “Rosie, love, I mean I want to fuck your red ass right now, but we don’t have any oil.”
“Oh…” I got out, my lips twitching, as I knew we were both in luck. I slipped my hand into his and stepped backward to my workbench, pulling Zeth along with me. I rummaged through the drawers to find my vial of Linseed oil and held it up in the orange glow of the flame before facing him again.
Tonight, I wanted to surrender to him completely.