Page 17 of Tower (Post-Apocalyptic Fairy Tales #1)

I’ve never felt so secure, so powerful, so valued . It washes over me like a flood. It takes me a minute to recover enough to say, “Then here’s what we’re going to do. You’re going to sit in your chair, and I’m going to suck you off.”

When Levi starts to object, I talk over him. “We’re doing what I want. You just said so. Plus I don’t want you so on edge from your erection that you can’t focus on what comes after.”

“I can just jerk myself off real quick if that’s your worry. You don’t gotta?—”

“I know I don’t have to. I’ve never had to, but I sometimes do it because I want to. Because I enjoy it. Am I not allowed that on my birthday?”

His eyes are hot, possessive. Tender. “Sure, you are, sweetheart. As long as you’re doin’ it for you and not for me.”

“I’m doing it for both of us. Can I please continue now?”

“You know, that might be the first time you ever said please to me.”

I blink. “What?”

“You never said please to me before.”

“Yes, I have!”

“Don’t think so.”

I’m genuinely shocked and diverted from my earlier plan, so I think hard. “In bed, surely.”

“Huh uh. One thing for sure, you never once said please to me in bed. Kinda demandin’, if you want to know the truth.”

“I am not!”

He’s laughing now, his expression warm and soft. “If you say so.”

“Don’t you dare indulge me! I must have said please sometime. I’m a nice person. I really am!”

He must hear something in my tone that makes him wonder if I’m taking him too seriously because his voice grows more earnest. “You’re so much better than nice, sweetheart.

And I never had anyone thank me so truly as you do.

I got no fuckin’ need for please . You should already know I’m not the kinda guy who gets off on a woman beggin’. At least, I hope you know that.”

“I do know that.” I take a step closer to him, drowning in tenderness. “Maybe I don’t have to say please because I’m so sure you’ll always give me what I need.”

He smiles. “Yeah, I will. Speakin’ of, what else did you want for tonight?”

“After I suck you off, then you’re going to give me my birthday spankings.”

He freezes. “So you really want ’em?”

“Yes.” I pause. “Well, I want to try to see if I like them.”

“Got it. What else?”

“Then I want you to fuck me. Is that all right with you?”

“All right?” He’s pulling off his clothes. “Feels kinda like it’s my birthday too.”

I take my time giving Levi his blow job because I was telling him the truth about enjoying it.

I really do. Far more than I would ever expect. It’s not as much having his cock in my mouth as it is watching how he responds. It’s heady. The intensity. The sight and feel and sound of such a strong man letting go.

I stretch it out so long that it’s almost a half hour later when I’m really going at it. I’m reaching back to grip his hips to brace the eager bobbing of my head. I’m doing my best to get him farther back in my throat, and I’m rewarded by his unrestrained response.

His hands are wrapped around the curve of my head, moving me at his rhythm.

Every muscle in his body has tensed up, and he’s rasping out a refrain made up of “That’s right, sweetheart.

You’re doin’ so good. You’re suckin’ me just right.

Keep goin’. You can take more. You can take all of me.

You’re so turned on now. I see how much you love doin’ this for me.

And you’re doin’ so good. You’re so good. ”

I wouldn’t have imagined it was possible to come from nothing more than this, but it sure feels like I’m close. My hips are rocking to the same tempo he’s pushing little thrusts into my mouth.

When I loosen my throat muscles a tiny bit more, that’s evidently it for him. He lets out a rough, extended sound as his body rocks through his release. I swallow all his ejaculate and only cough a little at the very end.

I keep sucking softly until he’s limp in my mouth and his body is fully relaxed. He’s stroking my head the whole time, until he finally eases me back and tilts my head up toward him.

“Is that what you wanted, sweetheart?” he asks hoarsely, searching my face with his eyes.

“Yes.” My voice sounds scratchy too. I clear it. “That’s exactly what I wanted.”

“You’re all flushed and edgy now. You need to come, don’t you?”

“Yeah.” I squirm shamelessly. “Really bad.”

“Then you better climb up here and get your birthday spankings.”

I’m regretting my original plan because I’m so turned on it’s almost painful. The spankings, as fun as the idea is, will only delay that. But I obey the low authority in his tone and stand up enough for him to pull me into his lap.

Instead of laying me out face down like I expect, he sits me up on his knees, cupping my face and then running both hands down the length of my pigtails.

“I’m gonna give you your spankin’s now. But we haven’t done this before. So if you don’t like it, if anythin’ about it bothers you, you say stop.”

I nod since he’s being both sober and tender.

“No playin’ around this time. No pretendin’. You say stop, and I’m stoppin’. No matter what. Got it?”

I nod again. “I understand.”

“Okay.” He smiles, the mood changing immediately. He moves his hands up my body to cup my breasts and then loosely hold my neck. “I know my girl likes it a little dirty, so I think you’re gonna like bein’ spanked.”

I wriggle again. “Maybe. If you’re ever going to do it.”

His eyes narrow. “Was that sass?”

“N-no.”

“Was that sass?”

“I wasn’t sassing.” I’m so excited I’m almost jittering from it.

“It sounded like sass. And because you were sassy, you’re gonna have to wait for what you really want.”

“I’ll be good.”

“Yeah, you will be good. Once I’m done with you, you’ll be good. So go ahead and turn over. You know the right position.”

Gulping, I awkwardly maneuver my body so I’m lying across his lap. He scoots farther toward the front of the seat cushion to make it easier. He tells me to pull down my underwear to bare my ass, so I do, wriggling to get them down over my hips and thighs. He pulls them all the way off my feet.

Then, instead of getting right to the spanking, he starts caressing my back, my butt, my thighs.

“Levi.”

“Yes, sweetheart.”

“I’m dying here.”

“I know how much you want it. But I told you that you were gonna have to wait now for bein’ sassy.”

“I won’t be sassy anymore.” I rock my bottom up against his loosely cupped hand. My pussy feels like it might throb its way right out of my body.

“I know you won’t. But you gotta pay the price for your sass. You look real pretty and sexy like this. All that bright hair and soft skin and your little ass positioned just right for me.”

“Levi.”

“Patience, sweetheart.”

“I don’t want to be patient. I want to come.”

“I know you do. You got real excited sucking my dick earlier. I could see how hard your throat muscles were working to take me down like that. You did real good.”

“So now I get my spankings.”

“When you wait for them patiently.”

I understand the implication now, so I bite back further requests and complaints. I moan as he continues to stroke and fondle my body, but I’m not sure how I can help that.

“That’s better. Now you’re bein’ a good girl.

” He poses one hand above my ass, but it’s a tease.

He lowers it slowly and squeezes some of my extra flesh there.

When I manage to restrain a whimper of impatience, he drawls, “That’s my girl.

You think you’re up to twenty-six of ’em? That’s a lot for one little ass.”

“I’m up to it.” I have no idea if this is true or not, but I want it to be true.

“We’ll see.” I think he’s about to say something else, but instead, he brings his hand down in a sharp, light swat on my right butt cheek.

It surprises me. I make a squeak, and my pussy clenches hard.

“How was that?” He’s rubbing where he spanked.

“It was…”

“It was what, sweetheart?”

“It was good.”

“You’re not lyin’ to me?”

“No. I really…” I gulp as I admit, “I really like it.”

“Okay then. Count ’em out for me. You say stop whenever you’ve had enough.”

His carefulness is authentically kind, and it’s reassuring. But I don’t want to be reassured right now.

I want to be spanked again.

I squirm slightly until Levi makes a tsking sound.

Biting my lower lip, I grow still again.

“That’s better.” He gives me another one. The slapping sound should be embarrassing, but it’s not.

I mumble out “Two” as I process the jolts of sensation the spank provokes.

He continues as I count out loud, each swat slow and steady and not very hard. I couldn’t begin to explain why, but each one pushes me deeper into arousal. At ten, I start rocking my bottom up toward his hand. By the time we’ve reached sixteen, my voice is louder and hoarse as I count every spank.

Levi keeps murmuring how good I’m doing, how I’m responding so sweetly that I must have needed it for a long time, how he’s always there to give me what I need.

My ass and my face are burning, and I’m drenched in sweat, but I desperately need more. “Levi,” I say when he pauses briefly just before twenty. “I need it so bad.”

“I know you do. My little princess doesn’t wanna be taken sweet and gentle. She likes it dirty, and she’s needed this spankin’ for a long time. But your ass is gettin’ real red and raw. Twenty-six is a lot. I don’t wanna hurt you.”

I choke on a sob. “You’re not. Levi, please. Finish me off. I need it.”

“All right.” He swats my butt again. It feels good but not good enough.

“Harder. I need it!” Tears are leaking from my eyes and saliva from the corner of my mouth. It should be disgraceful—acting like this, being like this. But I couldn’t care less about what anyone else might think of me right now.

All that matters is Levi. And the way he’s making me feel.

On twenty-two, he increases the force of his hand, and I cry out, “Yes, twenty-two! Thank you!”

He continues as I urge him on with my voice and by shamelessly pushing up my bottom toward each spank. Each one drives me closer to the edge, and on twenty-six, as if my body has been waiting for it, an orgasm breaks over me hard.

I shake helplessly, sobbing in pleasure as my pussy clamps down over and over again around nothing. Fluid is leaking from my entrance, and every nerve in my body throbs with sensation, pushed unexpectedly into overdrive.

I’m sobbing for real now, unable to stop. Levi makes a rough sound in his throat and pulls me up, resituating me on his lap so he can wrap his arms around me and so I can cry into his chest.

“Shit, Hailey,” he says, soft and raspy. “Oh shit. Was it too much? I knew it was a lot, but you kept askin’ for it. Should I have stopped? I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I wouldn’t’ve hurt you for anythin’.”

“No. No!” I’m gurgling through my breakdown, but I lift my face so he can see it and choke out, “It was so good. I wanted it just like that. I don’t know what’s wrong with me now. I came so hard. It just… it just broke me or somethin’.”

He pulls me back into a close hug, murmuring that I’m not broken, that I did so good, that maybe I needed the emotional release.

I cry myself out in just a few minutes and feel better than I can ever remember feeling when I finally fall quiet, sniffling against his shirt and nestling in his embrace.

“You okay?” he asks at last, stroking a hand down my hair.

“Yes. I’m better now. I feel really good. Maybe I needed to cry as much as I needed the orgasm. I don’t normally let go like that.”

“I know you don’t. But you can anytime you need to. With me. You can.”

“I know.” I raise my head so I can kiss him softly. I nuzzle his coarse beard. “You didn’t hurt me. I don’t want you to be worrying about that.”

He slides a hand down to my bare bottom. “Well, you’re still all hot and red here. It sure feels like you got a good spankin’. You gotta be sore.”

“I am. But I like the feeling. It kind of revs me up.”

He chuckles at that and then pulls me back into a soft hug.

We sit like that for a long time, and I love every second of it. I’ve never felt so safe.

So cared for.

So protected.

So loved.

“You’re really okay, right?” he murmurs at last.

“I’m better than okay. I’m happy.”