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“I’m not a child.”
“I know you’re not. I wouldn’t be spanking you if you were. You need this. You need the release from the responsibility you’ve been carrying around. Let me do this for you.”
I should fight him more on this. The desire to let him take control is building, and denying him feels like a losing battle at this point. He’s right. I want this. I may not understand why I want this, but it’s undeniable. My lips open, but the only thing that comes out is short, panting breaths.
“Fuck baby,” Enzo growls as he pulls me to him. The kiss is as feral as it is sweet. His lips punish mine, moving against me at a bruising pace, but he holds my body to him, and he grounds me to the earth.
He guides me over to the bed, pushing my body down on the new plush mattress. When I’m dizzy from the lack of oxygen, he pulls away and starts kissing down my neck. My hands scramble to find purchase on him, clawing at his shoulders and back as he finds the sensitive points of my neck that I don’t realize exist. Everything else fades away. He hasn’t undressed me, but it feels like he’s unraveling me. Taking all the poorly strung together pieces of my life and leaving them in a pile until it is just pleasure coursing through my veins.
His lips linger on my skin for a second longer before he pulls back and whispers praises to me. “You’re such a good girl for coming to the room and giving yourself to me like this. God gorgeous, you make me such a happy man by letting me touch you like this. I need you naked for your spanking.”
He urges me to stand up, holding me when I feel unsteady. The strip tease is anything but sexy. I struggle to get my clothes off without falling on the ground, but Enzo doesn’t mind. His worshipful gaze takes in each revealed piece of skin as it becomes available for his consumption. “My greatest regret about our hookup was the fact I never got to see you naked.”
“Worth the wait?” The words are mine. At least, I think they are. I don’t recognize the voice though, it’s sultrier than mine.
He’s clothed, I’m naked. He’s sitting, waiting for me to lay myself across his lap so he can spank me. His dominance has never been more obvious than it is at the moment. And yet I feel powerful. I feel free.
“I could spend every minute of every day kissing you, feeling you, fucking worshipping you, and it still wouldn’t be enough.”
His voice is raspy as he reaches out and roughly grabs onto one of my breasts. He squeezes it, thumb swiping over the nipple until it’s aching for more. I’m gasping and on the verge of begging when he leans forward and catches it in his mouth. His tongue lavishes over it, soothing the sting of his rough touch while his hand restarts the same treatment on my other breast. He continues this, switching his mouth and hand between my breasts until small whimpers and pleas fall from my mouth.
When he finally pulls away from my chest, heavy pants and whimpers fall from my lips and my entire body feels flushed with need. My body is limp and compliant when he pulls me to him. He drapes me over his lap, his hands running over the bare skin of my ass reverently. His erection presses into my stomach. The first three spankings come in quick succession. Sharp stings on different parts of my butt. Enzo growls his approval. “I knew this ass would be fucking perfect for this,” he murmurs. The next two come slower and heavier, one on each cheek and accompanied by a strong squeeze. My skin warms under his ministrations.
“Next time, I’m going to make you count the spanks while I deliver them, and you will thank me for each one. This time, you just need to be a good girl and take it,” he tells me, his dirty whispers swarming into my head. The only thing I can say in response is a low moan. I squirm in his lap to feel his hard cock press into me. My movements earn me another stinging slap. A whimper escapes lips and Enzo’s cock twitches in response.
The voice telling me this is wrong has shut up. Even it is not immune to Enzo.
He rubs his hand over my red ass, kneading the warm skin and appreciating his handy work. “You’re halfway through, beautiful. Look at you, taking your punishment like such a good girl,” he practically purrs out his praise. His words aid in my arousal and relax me further into his touch.
The sting is still there with the next slap, but it is hidden under layers of pleasure. Fresh waves of arousal rush through my system, but the endorphins make me feel like I’m floating.
I haven’t been keeping track of the spankings. They feel like they end too soon. Enzo lays back on the bed and pulls me up with him. “You did so well. And you got so fucking wet for me. I think you left a stain on my pants from the way you were dripping,” he murmurs in my ear.
Instead of saying anything to him, I nuzzle my head into his chest. He’s warm and comfortable, and when he pulls away from me, I whimper and reach out for him.
I blame the endorphins.
“Don’t worry, I'm coming back to bed. I just need to take care of you first,” he tells me, lightly kissing my temple. He grabs lotion off his nightstand and rubs it into my skin. It both stings and soothes. I sigh and nuzzle into the pillow, allowing him to take care of me. With how wet I am, I’d think I’d be more frustrated at the fact he hasn’t made me cum. I’m happy basking in the soft glow of pleasure that has settled over me.
Enzo isn’t. After working the lotion into my skin, I feel the solid warmth of his tongue press against my clit. My shocked gasp quickly turns into a moan as he cleans up the liquid accumulating between my thighs.
“Oh,” I gasp out as he nips at clit before soothing the sting with his tongue. I’m still on my stomach, and when I look back, I can just see his dark hair peeking out while he buries his face into me. He works his mouth and fingers in unison, crooking his fingers to stroke my inner walls and teasing my clit with his tongue and teeth.
He pops up to look at me, his fingers still working inside of me, while he gives me a devilish grin. His lips are coated in, well, me and his eyes spark with mischief. “Talk to me, baby girl. I fucking love your voice, and it’s even better when you’re all fucked out,” he tells me before moving his mouth back to my pussy.
His request is enough to make me freeze. He notices my lack of movement almost immediately, probably because I’m no longer attempting to smother him to get his tongue deeper inside me.
In one swift movement, he grabs my hips and flips me over on the bed. He rests his arms on my thighs and his gaze bores into me. “What happened there?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I mutter, impatiently shifting on the bed and trying to beg him with my eyes to resume what he was doing. I don’t know if he’ll be able to make me orgasm with his mouth, my orgasms are finicky things, but it feels good. So good. And I don’t want to waste time talking about my sexual hang-ups. There are better things to do with his mouth.
“If you don’t talk, we stop. I’m not in the habit of doing anything unwanted, at least in the bedroom.”
“It’s not that. Please don’t stop. Please keep going,” I beg him, panic seizing me that this will be over before I’m ready. He hums his satisfaction before pressing his tongue against me and giving me a solid lick.
“Oh yes, yes, just like that, please.” The words slip out of my mouth before I can stop them, and Enzo rewards me with another long lick.
“You keep talking, I keep eating. You stop, I stop. Now tell me, why did you get tense there?” His breath brushes over me. The warm air is a promise for more.
