Page 143 of Savage Empire

Heat spreads over my face as the cool garage air meets my naked skin. Refusing to feel timid, I spin around with my pants and panties around my knees. My stomach lays flat against the car top, and my fingers draw up, climbing toward where the windshield meets the hood.

“You should see yourself right now,micina. So fucking soft and pretty.” My breath catches as I hear him step closer. “I can’t wait to ruin it.”

“Are you sure you can’t wait?” I taunt, arching my back slightly to lift my ass up. “Because you seem to be taking your sweet time.”

“You never know when to shut up, do you, love?” No sooner than the comment leaves his mouth does he bring his hand down on my bare backside with a heavy smack. “Count.”

A hissed breath comes through my clenched teeth as a shock of pain radiates through me. As hard as the snap of his palm was, the ache came with a trace of pleasure that I can’t deny.

“Count,” he repeats.

“One.” I swallow, tensing for another spank.

He releases a satisfied grunt, his hand gliding soothingly over my bottom. I inhale at the tenderness he displays, but it’s quickly gone.

His hand cracks down, harder than the first. I feel the soft flesh of my ass bounce as the sting spreads all the way down my legs. My thighs feel hot, squeezed together tightly and I release a muffled cry.

If we were in a bed, I’d be burying my face into a pillow to hide my reactions, but he wouldn’t allow it for long. He wants to hear me, needs it, even. Maybe I need it as well; I can’t deny how nice it feels to please him.

“Two,” I rasp.

“Two, what?” he asks sharply.

Oh.

He wants me to say his name. He likes hearing it. A lot.

“Two, Apollo.” My voice is wavering, almost shy. I don’t want him to know that I enjoy saying it as much as he enjoys hearing it.

“Good,” he rumbles, spanking me again. “Keep going, love. You’re doing so well.”

Oh God.

A whimper tries to escape and I barely swallow it in time. “Three, Apollo.”

My ass is sore, but my pussy is incredibly wet. I can feel it every time I shift even slightly, and I don’t know whether I wantto be embarrassed or not. I’ve never done this before, and I think I may like it more than I should.

Fucking shit, I whine silently.

The urge to turn around is growing to a nearly unbearable level. I want to see his face, and to get into his pants to see how much he’s enjoying this. The throbbing between my legs is an obvious sign that I need more. More contact, more Apollo, more touching. I want to get fucked, and I don’t know how much longer I’ll make it before I’m actually begging for it.

The next three strikes come quickly. They’re not as painful, but sting just as good as the others.

“Four, five, six,” I gasp, hips wiggling like the motion might offer a bit of relief. It doesn’t. “Apollo, please.”

“Please, what?” He softly strokes my reddening skin, humming as he does. “What do you need from me, baby?”

“You know what I need?—”

He smacks my ass hard, cutting me off. “Use your words, and don’t forget to count.”

“Seven,” I snap, biting the word through my teeth. “I need you to touch me.”

“I am touching you,” he replies, sounding thrilled. He spanks me again, punctuating his claim.

“Motherfuck—eight,” I growl. “I need you to fuck me. Is that better? Are you pleased now?”

Apollo chuckles. “So much frustration in such a tight little body.”