Page 59 of Heartbreak Hockey

Inearly skip my huge ass into his penthouse as he follows me in from behind. He abducted me from my condo just so he could spank my ass.

I’m so fucking excited about this. When part of your sexual orientation is geared toward discipline spanking, it can be lonely. There aren’t many communities for us. We don’t really belong in the fetish community because often, it’s not a sexual thing for us. It can be, but it’s also not at all and yet we need it to feel complete.

It isn’t the B thing with those other three letters after it ending in an M. I’m the other four-letter B thing, a fucking brat. Hell, more than half the time, we aren’t even masochists and don’t like pain. Personally, I don’t like being tied up at all.

It’s a domestic thing. A tethering on a caretaking level. We fulfill roles for each other. A type of soothing.

The best part is, it’s real. There’s no “play” about it. No “scenes”. No Masters or Doms or subs.

I’m no fucking sub. I’m not kneeling for anyone, well, unless it’s to suck cock then count me in. Brats can’t kneel to save their lives. We bite and we’re too restless for that.

I’ve tried this kind of thing with others after Rhett. It really didn’t work because they were too … the other thing and wanted me on my knees in leather and shit.

No leather for me unless it’s my jacket or a paddle to my ass.

I rock back and forth from heel to toe, alive with giddiness over what Mercy will do. The room is filled with its own electricity. It’s also filled with Mercy’s cologne and something floral and I wish I could wrap myself in his scent. I take off my hat and set it on the counter that extends into the living room from the kitchen.

The blinds are open. There’s a panoramic view of the city of Kelowna with the expansive mountains as a backdrop. The sun is still up, casting golden rays over everything. It hits me that I haven’t been invigorated with this much happiness since just before Rhett and I parted. I’ve had happy moments, sure, but not like this.

A hand reaches up my jacket, the fingers sink under the waistband, and then I’m pulled back to Mercy’s hard body. He’s not as thick or wide as I am, but he’s an inch or two taller. His arms wrap around me.

“Jacket and jeans off, Leslie.” His voice is hot in my ear.

Holy shit.My body racks with shivers. My cock starts to fill.

He’s so fucking sexy. The way his brow dips like a predator really gets me. The sharp lines of his jaw. I want to rub my face against the rough five o’clock shadow he’s always sporting.

He doesn’t wait for me, gripping my jacket just under the collar and peeling it off me. He tosses it over the back of the sofa and then runs his finger over the hickeys he sucked onto my neck earlier. The guys are gonna have a heyday with that. Ever since we began fucking three weeks ago, we haven’t been able to keep our hands off each other.

When we’re alone that is. We haven’t outed ourselves to the public yet. People know, but it’s private inner circle knowledge only.

His lips are on mine, and he steps forward, forcing me to walk backward, into the counter. Without breaking the kiss, he pops the top button of my jeans. I get the first-time tingles again.

Everything about Mercy draws me in. It makes it hard to stick to my own rules.

With a hand on his chest, I push him back just enough to stop him from kissing me. “Merc?”

He’s breathless. “Yeah?”

“I wanna … I want you to fuck my brains out after.”

I swear he snarls before attacking my lips again and then nibbles down my neck. More kissing. More sucking.

He spins me to face the counter. Instinctively, my forearms land on the marble. He yanks my jeans and boxers down and the cool air drifts over my bare backside. “I prefer over the knee,” he says. “How about you?”

“Same.” Spankee and spanker’s paradise. There was a lot of over-the-knee the first time he spanked me.

“But I want to fuck you over this counter, Jack, so I’m gonna spank you here.”

He’s hungry. For me.God. That’s so fucking hot.

I arch my back and stick my bare ass out. His hand slaps across my right ass cheek and then my left one, over and over until I’m crying out in genuine pain. I’m also laughing.

The more he smacks, the hotter my ass gets. It hurts, but it’s nice. He’s not gentle, but there’s still tenderness. My ass is on fire, but the burn pleasantly radiates through me. He stops almost too soon, but I don’t blame him, I’ve tempted him with too great a carrot and I’m sure my ass is nice and pink to boot, which will only makes a spanker like him salivate more. Fuck I can’t wait until he’s sliding into me.

There’s aclickand then lube’s poured over my crack. His fingers ride along the crease a few times before dipping inside.

“Mmmm. Yeah, that’s …” I don’t have a word. His fingers are the perfect length for reaching that sweet bundle of nerves inside of me. But I can’t wait. I want him now. “Please, Mercy. Just slide in.”