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I shrug and squeeze his thigh, loving how every little touch seems to draw more and more out of him.
“It’s tailored to each person I play with. Whatever makes them feel good.”
He lets out an awkward chuckle. “Spanking makes them feel good?”
Oh, you sweet, baby masochist.
“You tell me, sweetheart.” I slide my fingers to the crease of his thigh, and see his eyes spark as he recalls my hands on him in the alleyway.
A broken moan slips past his lips as he glares. “That wasn’t spanking.”
“Hmm. I guess you’re right.” I wait patiently as he shifts his hips ever so slightly as if seeking friction. “That was encouragement. You’re after punishment, aren’t you?”
I cup my hand over his crotch and squeeze. There’s no significant bulge today. Just the bump of his aroused dick that fits under the press of my thumb.
“Give me a reason to punish you, sweetheart, and I’ll take every ounce of anger you’re willing to give me.”
When he looks at me, something heavy and electric passes between us. I’m more tuned into the quick rise and fall of his chest than I’ve ever been to a partner’s body before.
“What if I’m not willing. Will you still take it?”
I cock my head and stare. No judgment. Just basking in a moment of understanding.
His dick pulses against my finger as I rub circles over the tip. He moans a choked back, subdued sound, pressing his hips into my hand.
“You’re a needy little firecracker. Is this your new drug of choice? Sex.”
He grits his teeth and grips the seat of the chair with his fingertips. “I can find sex anywhere. I can go out right now and get off with as many people as I can handle.”
I lower my lips to his ear. “And yet here you are. Humping my hand like the needy little sex fiend you are. Chasing away my friends because while you might be able to get off with other people, you want what I can give you more.”
“What can you give me?” He’s panting now, rocking into my palm while I leisurely play with his dick.
“Surrender,” I say and give his waistband a gentle tug. A question, not a demand.
He gulps. “You can touch my dick but not my hole.”
“Understood.” I slip my fingers inside and find the tip of his engorged dick peeking just beyond the slit in his boxers.
It fits perfectly between my thumb and forefinger, and Shiloh whines out loud when I drag them up and down his short shaft.
“Imagine what it would feel like to be held down. Face in the mattress. Hands tied behind your back. Your dick worked over and over until you’re lying in a puddle of your own release. Until you can barely keep your eyes open.”
As I say it, his eyes flutter shut and his knuckles turn white as they grip the edge of the chair.
“What anger? What pain? All you’ll be thinking about is the ache between your thighs and the pink blossoming on your pretty little ass.”
“What the hell are you spanking me for?” He’s so close to gone. There isn’t a lick of heat in his words.
His eyes are fully closed, and his dick is thick and hard between my fingers.
“Because you like it. Because if I smack your oversensitive little cock, I might make you come again, and I want to see you beg for it. I want you to run away from my hand by rutting your sore, spent dick on the sheets until you beg me to take you over the edge.”
My cock is hard as granite, throbbing to every whimper and moan that Shiloh can no longer hold back. I want to fuck him. I want to bend him over this table and fuck my cock into him until he screams. Until tears stream down his face and he sobs every time he utters the words, “don’t stop.”
Shiloh anchors a hand on my thigh, which happens to be where I tucked my dick. His eyes shoot open and widen, but then he strokes along my covered shaft and bucks harder into my hand.
“Fuck you. Fuck you so hard,” he says with a wobbly snarl, his neck and chest covered in red, splotchy patches.
