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It was clear she was not as untouchable as she’d claimed.
“You have the perfect ass to spank,” I praised after a particularly sharp slap that drew a yelp from her. “But don’t hold back on my account. Let me hear you.”
I spanked again, and again, each time harder than the last. Her pink ass began to turn a fiery shade of red.
“Ow! Okay, you proved your point,” she cried. “Stop!” She tried to stand, but I only held her down more.
I had no intention of stopping anytime soon.
“I know it hurts, angel,” I said as I peppered slaps underneath each cheek, the sensitive flesh no doubt on fire by now.
“Yes!” she howled. “It hurts.”
“Good, because I have a feeling my angel likes a little pain.”
“Someone could hear us,” she cried out, keeping her voice low.
“Let them.” I had no secrets to keep from anyone.
“This is too much.”
“Just enough.” I continued to spank even harder.
“Please!”
Ari’s response was choked off by another spank, this one eliciting a moan that filled the room with its raw honesty. Tears glistened at the corners of her eyes now—not from pain but from release—as emotions she’d kept dammed up started to pour.
“You don’t always have to be in control. You don’t always have to be strong. You don’t always have to act tough. Not anymore.”
A delicate whimper escaped her lips.
“Do you know what I do for Bones?” I asked. “I manage, I take control, and I protect. All so he doesn’t have to. I plan to do this for you now, too.”
Her whimpers grew as I spanked her red ass even more.
Even as I marveled at this unraveling—a mix of power and protectiveness swirling within me—I leaned down close to her ear. My voice was both stern and seductive as I whispered, “Now tell me... do you still think you don’t cry for anyone?”
A single tear trailed down Ari’s cheek as she finally allowed herself to be vulnerable.
“You win,” Ari admitted, her pride swallowed by the raw catharsis of the moment. “I cry... for you.”
The admission hung heavy in the air between us, a sacred confession that bound us more tightly than any physical chain could. I had this with Bones, and now have it with Ari.
I straightened, still looming over her, aware the dynamics of our relationship had shifted in a way neither of us could ignore.
I ran a soothing hand over her backside’s reddened skin, tracing gentle patterns to alleviate some of the sting from the discipline I had administered.
“Look at you,” I murmured, my tone softer now but still laced with authority. “So strong, so defiant, yet you’re willing to show me your tears. Only for me.”
Ari’s breath hitched as I allowed my fingers to wander from her tender cheeks down the backs of her thighs, drawing goosebumps in their wake. She remained bent over the desk, her body language speaking volumes about her inner turmoil and newfound trust.
“I’m not going to stop pushing you,” I continued as I leaned in closer again, my lips brushing against the shell of her ear. “But every push will come with my promise to be there to catch you.”
With her pants still around her ankles and vulnerability etched into every line of her figure, Ari was the picture of chaos and beauty intertwined.
“Now,” I said with a sly grin as I stepped back enough to give her room to compose herself. “I believe it’s your turn to do something for me.” I unfastened my pants and pulled my raging hard cock out. “Show me your submission.”
Slowly, she rose from her position over the desk, the movements deliberate and almost regal as she turned to face me.
A new softness in her expression was tempered by the raw intensity of the moment. Without breaking eye contact, she sank gracefully to her knees, her gaze never leaving mine as she reached out with a tremor that was more about anticipation than uncertainty.
She wrapped her fingers around my hardness.
She looked up at me from beneath thick lashes, seeking silent permission in a way that acknowledged my control while still honoring her own strength. I gave a singular nod—a silent command—and watched as she leaned forward.
Her lips glided along my length, wrapping around me with a pressure that built steadily, drawing a guttural groan from deep within me. I threaded my fingers through her hair, offering both guidance and appreciation for the gift of her surrender. With each bob and swirl of tongue, I felt the last remnants of any barriers between us dissolve into nothingness.
“Yeah, baby. Swallow me down. Take all of me,” I said as I closed my eyes and my entire body tensed.
Her mouth worked with a fervor that matched the intensity of the spanking.
My release approached, an unstoppable force that surged through my veins with every movement of her head.
