Fuck.
I didn’t think I could get any more aroused, but every word he speaks pours more oil on the flames.
And before I can find my voice, his comes again.
“…you did lie to me, after all.”
That provokes a response. “What? When? No, I didn’t.”
His hand leaves my body, then returns with hisfirst sharp swat. I grit my teeth at the sting, but it’s mild. He’s just getting started.
“Construction company?” he reminds me.
I thought that was old news, and he was referring to something else. Clearly, it affected him more than I thought.
“Yeah, all right. Guilty.”
“Yes, you are.” He sounds amused. “Ass up, please.”
I obey with a whimper of shame. God, it’s such a demeaning position. My back arched, my hips lifted, my ass offered. Like an animal in heat.
The next spank is way harder. It drives me into the bed, the sting instant, but the burn takes a second to follow.
His hand strokes my warmed flesh, sending pleasant tingles through me. “You’re not going to lie to me again, are you?”
“No—” Another blow lands even as I’m still speaking. He timed it like that on purpose, the sadist.
I can’t help the soft cry that escapes, then the moan of frustration when I realize he hit thesame cheek again.Why does hedothis? What manner of twisted depravity occupies this man’s mind?
The left side of my ass is on fire, the right side tingles in sympathy. Which is more than I’ll get fromhim.
“Don’t you have something to say?” he asks.
What does he want to hear? That he’s being mean?
My delays costs me another spank, same cheek, damn him.
“I don’t know what you want…” It comes out in a rush, high-pitched and desperate.
Anotherspank, right over the last one, his palm curved for maximum effect. But this time his hand lingers, making my cry turn into a whine, his touchso goodon my sore bottom.
“Try to think.”
Ican’tthink. “I’m sorry…” I meant for my lack of words, but it works for the lie, too.
“Yes, Tink. Apologize to me. Good girl.”
He rewards me by dipping his fingers down between legs tied open, finding my slick sex, and flicking over my clit.
My head presses into the sheet, my hips rising higher of their own accord, and the whimper that escapes is wanton and raw.
He spreads my wetness around. “Do you know how beautiful you look like that? Offering yourself to me, with a cute little jewel resting between your ass cheeks?”
Omigod.
It’s the collision of his dominance and my humiliation.
Then his finger pushes inside me.
