Page 40 of Savage Vows

“Relax.”

Relax? The man is certifiable.

Instead of the sharp sting I expect, he begins to rub my butt cheeks, softly at first, then more vigorously. The heat generated by his touch is surprisingly soothing, and I can’t help but push back against his hand.

“That’s it, little rebel.” His words are soft, mesmerizing. “Feel the heat. Let it sink into your skin.”

He moves his hand in slow, deliberate circles.

Then, without warning, he lifts his hand and brings it down sharply on my right cheek.

I yelp, more from surprise than pain. The sting is there, but it’s swiftly followed by a rush of arousal.

“Again,” he says. “Count for me, Alessia.”

He smacks the other cheek, and the sound echoes through the room.

“Two,” I manage.

He spanks me again.

I gasp.

“Count it.”

“Three.”

With deliberate precision, he continues, each smack a little harder than the last, the heat building, spreading, merging with the throbbing ache between my thighs.

After the next one, he pauses. “What number are we on?”

“Six,” I guess.

“Five,” he corrects.

In a whisper, I repeat the number.

Surprising me, he pauses to rub my skin, his touch gentle and soothing. Then he dips his fingers between my thighs, teasing my clit, sliding through my wetness, igniting the flames of my desire all over again.

“So wet, Alessia,” he murmurs. “So responsive. You were made for this. Made for me.”

Then he resumes the spanking, each smack pushing me higher, closer to the edge. I’m a mess of sensation, pain and pleasure merged into one overwhelming need.

After each set of five, he stops once more to torment me.

I’m not sure which is worse, the sharp slaps or the need to come.

When he reaches twenty, I’m sobbing, not from pain but from the ache deep inside me.

I’m crying out for him, begging him. My body burns everywhere.

“Learned your lesson?”

“Yes!”

“Tell me what it is.”

“You’re the only one who gets to see me naked.”