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Whatever floats your boat, he supposed. He'd never been spanked, didn't think he'd want to be. Never spanked a woman before, either. Number one, because he didn't get off on hurting someone, and two, no woman had ever asked him to.
He turned toward Morgan, who inclined her head to indicate they would keep walking.
"This one looks good," she said, stopping in front of another window.
Tony peered in to find a man, this time, dressed in leather pants and no shirt. His spectacular muscles were either oiled really well to showcase them in the subdued lighting, or he had already worked up a huge sweat. A nude woman reclined over the man's lap. Instead of using a paddle, the man swatted the woman's backside with his bare hands. Imprints of his palm could be seen on the woman's very red ass.
Morgan pressed a button, which allowed them to hear the woman's moans and cries. Although she squealed when the man smacked her, she followed her squeals with moans that didn't sound like moans of pain. Her pussy was glistening with moisture, and after every few swipes of his hand on her ever-reddening ass, the man caressed the petals of her vaginal lips.
Clearly, the woman enjoyed the hell out of her spanking.
Tony chanced a look in Morgan's direction, watching the rise and fall of her breasts against the thin material of her dress. Her erect nipples poked against the silk during each rapid inhalation. Her tongue snaked out to lick across her top lip.
Watching her obvious excitement at the scene had him hard in an instant. He shifted so his erection wouldn't be so blatantly obvious. Then again, no one else was in the hallway except for one burly looking guy in a Paradise Resort t-shirt that Tony assumed was staff.
He stepped back a few inches and sidled closer to Morgan. Close enough to smell her flowery fragrance, so subtle yet invading his senses until all he thought about was her. Close enough to hear her breathing, the quick little pulses telling him the scene turned her on.
Funny, the scene itself didn't excite him nearly as much as Morgan's interest in it.
"You like what you see, don't you?" he whispered in her ear.
She hesitated for a few seconds before responding with a quiet, "Yes."
His penis raged against his shorts, demanding he take what he so desperately wanted.
Screw his stupid male pride. He wanted her. If only for another day, another hour, it didn't matter.
"Does it bother you to watch, considering what you went through with your ex?" he asked.
She shook her head. "No. It's...different, somehow. Richard knows exactly how much pressure to apply to our guest so that he doesn't truly hurt her. And she's enjoying the pain. It brings her pleasure."
"Did pain bring you pleasure, Morgan? Before David hurt you?"
"Yes."
"Do you ever think you'll be able to enjoy that pain like you used to?"
"I...I don't know. It scares me a little, thinking about it. And yet..."
"And yet you want it," he finished for her.
"Yes."
"Let me give it to you."
She turned her head and met his gaze. Her eyes were glazed with desire, and he knew he'd guessed right. She was excited.
But she also hesitated, and he knew why. The same reason he hesitated. Because they both knew something was happening with them. Something that went beyond sex and into emotional territory neither of them wanted.
He'd given up on holding back from her. And apparently she had too, because she nodded. "All right."
"Let's go. I've seen enough." He grasped her hand and led her down the hallway and outside.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
"To give you what you want" He pulled her quickly along the path.
"I can't, Tony," she said, yanking at his hand to let her go. "I'm working."
"You're done working for the day." He stopped and turned to her. "I want you, Morgan. Anyway you want it, regular or with a little kink, it doesn't matter to me. But I need to sink my hard cock into you until I can't tell where I end and you begin. And I want it right now."
Her shuddered breath told him she needed it as much as he did. "Fine. Let's go, then."
"Where? Home?"
"No. Too far. I know a place."
Then it was her turn to take the lead. He followed her along the path until they diverted into the forest. They must have walked in silence for fifteen minutes or so before he saw another path pop up. In front of them was a little building that couldn't house more than one or two rooms, at most. It stood no more than a hundred yards from the beach, and yet was completely surrounded by the forest so one couldn't see the house from the water.
"What is this place?" he said, following her determined steps to the door.
"A hideaway. "
"For guests?"
"No. For me." Without further explanation she opened the door and he stepped inside.
It was a cozy little place, with a small living area and a bed nestled in the corner of the room.
Morgan whipped around and faced him. "What's between us is purely physical, right?"
"Yeah," he answered, not really sure if that was the truth, but not wanting to delve too deeply into emotional areas he'd already worked hard to block off.
"I wanted to make that clear."
"You just did. Perfectly clear." Ignoring the stab in the vicinity of his heart, he grasped her upper arms and pulled her against his chest. "Morgan, do you trust me not to hurt you?"
This time she didn't hesitate at all. "Yes."
"Then tell me what excites you. Tell me what you need."
She wound her arms around her neck and pressed close, her thighs brushing against his, her mound meeting his erection. She moved lightly, teasing him. "I told you before there were things I liked."
"Spankings, being tied up?"
"Yes."
"Do you want me to spank you?"
"I think I do."
The hesitant look on her face concerned him. "Morgan, I don't want to hurt you, or remind you of anything bad from your past. You don't have to do this."
"Yes, I do," she replied, her gaze never leaving his. "I'll never be free of David's torment until I exorcise what he did to me. How he turned what could have been pleasure into pain. He twisted what should have been love into a nightmare of horrors."
She was right. She would never be free to truly be herself again until she experienced everything that she used to love--every sexual experience that her ex turned against her.
Including spanking.
Tony thought long and hard about it, fearful of doing anything that might hurt her or set her sexual progress back. But the way she ground her mound against his aching hard-on drove him
nuts.
He looked down at her, her lovely face framed by that wild, red hair. So untamed, primal, just like the woman. He grasped her wrist and dragged her over toward a small chair in the living area.
"This is what you want," he said, "then this is what you get."
He took her mouth in a hard kiss, releasing the pent up frustrations of wanting her and not having her, of knowing that what they shared was temporary. She met his tongue willingly, tangling and mating while she wound her fingers through his hair and pulled him even closer.
He slipped his hands down over her ribs, pressing his erection against her wriggling thighs.
He sat and pulled her across his lap, trying not to flinch when her chest hit his legs and her breath rushed out with a whoosh.
"Before I start, one rule--you say 'stop', and I stop instantly. You got that?"
"Yes."
He looked at her like this for a few seconds, loving the feel of her warm belly across his legs, the way her hair swept against his thighs in this position, her long legs showcased for him.
Running his palms against her back, he took things slowly at first, feeling her muscles tense when he brushed the location of her scars, knowing she was remembering how they got there.
Slowly he lifted her dress, watching as first her thighs were revealed, followed by her rear end. That perfect, lush, ass. The one he liked to grab on to when he fucked her.
Her breasts dangled over his thigh. He ran his hands over the twin globes, squeezing them, feeling her shudder against him. He slipped the fingers of his other hand down between the cleft of her rear until he found that sweet spot between her legs. She moaned when he circled his fingers around the moist lips, then found her erect clit and flicked the hard nub with his thumb.
Morgan laid there, her body tense. He left his hand near her mound, alternately sweeping his fingers over her clit and dipping lightly into her vagina, feeling it contract around his fingers.
The other hand palmed her buttocks, gently squeezing them. Then, he lightly smacked her bottom, tensing when she gasped, waiting for her to tell him to stop.
She didn't. She raised her ass higher as if to let him know she liked it.
He brought his hand down on her ass again. She flinched, then moaned. Wetness poured from between her legs onto his hand. Red welts sprang up on her cheeks.
And Morgan whimpered, silently begging for more with every wriggle of her fine ass.
The strange thing was, he liked it, too. And that he hadn't expected.
Hearing her cries of pain and delight, knowing she enjoyed every swat to her ass, realizing how much it turned her on, excited him in ways he'd never before experienced.
