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He sucks in a deep, steadying breath before lying across my lap, perky ass up. “I swear to god, if you shove anything up my ass, I’m returning the favour,” he grunts out.
“Noted,” I say. I rub a small circle over one firm globe, the initial contact making him jump and glare up at me.
This may not be making my pussy any wetter, but I’m definitely loving it nonetheless.
Just when he starts to relax, I rear my hand back, smacking one cheek with a loudthwack. It leaves a bright-red handprint as he yelps.
“Such a bad boy you’ve been,” I taunt, trying not to laugh, but when he snorts, I lose it. I fight to regain my composure, sucking in a breath through my nose and blowing it out through my mouth. “Alright, let’s try this again.”
“If you say so,” he grumbles.
I smack his ass again, really thinking about what I’m about to say, but when I do it one more time, enjoying the sting of my palm, I feel his cock twitch, and all bets are officially off. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” I tease, already knowing the answer.
“No,” he groans. I reward the lie with another smack that sends a sharp pain stinging up my palm, and again, his dick twitches at the same time his ass cheeks clench. “Don’t even say it, it’s a pain boner,” he swears.
I smack the other cheek, and there’s no mistaking the breathy moan that leaves this man harder than a metal rod. “Go on, admit it. Youlikebeing disciplined almost as much as you like doing the disciplining.”
“I wouldn’t gothatfar.” He groans. “I’m very reluctantly, sort of, kind of, maybe just a little bit, enjoying myself,” he says. “Now spank me,Mommy,and get me off of your lap before I collapse. All the blood is going to my dangling limbs, my cock included.”
That earns him a few more spanks, and when my wrist is aching and my palm is sore, as is his ass, I’d imagine, I let him get up. Yeah, no, I’m pretty sure if I took a class in “the art of spanking” I’d be breaking every rule in the book. Ten out of ten, will try again.
“Now go sit down in that chair,” I say, pointing to the last one still standing after last night.
He shakes his head, looking defeated as he hobbles over to the chair with his beet-red ass cheeks lighting the way like a beacon in the night. I have to suck my lips into my mouth to contain the laughter. Being on the receiving end of this same kind of torture is beyond fun, but damn, if I were a journaling kind of woman, I’d definitely be writing aboutthis.
I scoot further back on the bed, angling myself so that when I lean back, opening my legs wide for him, he can see exactly what he’s not allowed to have.Not yet,anyway.
My hand slips between my spread thighs, and I swirl my fingers over my clit, arching off the bed. Pleasure ripples through me, reminding me how badly I want us to get to the finish line.
“You can look, but you can’t touch. Do you understand?” I ask.
“Yes,” he grunts, but just as I’d thought, when I look over at him, he’s fisting his cock.
“I saidno touching, Rafael. Do I need to make myself more clear?”
“Seriously?” he whines. “I thought you meant no touchingyou.Jesus, fuck.”
I’d pay good money, money I certainly don’t have, to see this man whimper. In fact, it’s my entire goal for the night.
“Nope, no touching at all. Sit on your hands.”
I can tell he wants to roll his eyes, but he holds back, lifting his ass and sliding his hands under his thighs like I’d told him to.
“Un si bon garçon,” I praise with a smirk, pumping two fingers inside myself, greatly over-exaggerating the sounds it elicits from me, knowing I’m driving him wild. Hell, I’m drivingmyselfwild. I want him inside me already, but I’m having too much fun to give in yet.
Rafael’s twitching as he releases groan after frustrated groan, and when I spread my pussy lips and drive three fingers inside,he whimpers.
My eyes are wide as I shoot up, removing my fingers from my centre.
I wear a wide grin as I watch him squirm under my gaze, his cock fully erect, with a bead of precum leaking from the tip.
“Alright, your turn,” I say and watch as the recognition flashes in his eyes. He immediately stands, practically running to pick me up, just to toss me in the centre of the bed.
“On your knees,peligrosa.It’s time I repay the favour.” And boy,does he ever.
Everything is sore, and I'm mildly convinced my ass is going to be red for the next week, but it was well worth it.
Rafael cleaned us up, and now that his arms are wrapped around me as he hums a song I don’t recognise, pressing kisses to the top of my head, my lids are incredibly heavy.