I remain quiet, a crackle of anticipation snaps the air around us, and I’m not sure if I’m anxious about where this is going, or so fucking excited I could die.
“Answer me, Edith.” His commanding voice booms around the room. “Or I’ll spank this pussy until you are in no doubt about who owns it.”
Trying to swallow around the fabric, I refuse to answer. He gives me less than a second before his hand meets my soaking wet and swollen lips sending a sharp bite of pain through my body.
Kneading my ass cheeks, he hums. “Like a little impact play do youprincesa?”
Moaning is the only answer I’ve got for him. Even if I could speak, my brain checked out the moment his hand cracked against my pussy.
“Like some pain with your play?”
I’ve never tried it before, never had the inclination until today, right this very second, with this man I trust more than anyone in the entire world.
He palms at my ass cheeks. I’m so wet we might need a new couch. There’s no way my arousal isn’t coating the top of this cushion.
“You want a spanking,princesa?”
The combination of his pet name, the pulsing desperation between my thighs, and the anticipation of his next slap has turned me into a mindless sex fiend. I nod, but no slap comes.
“Spit out your panties, Edie. If I’m going to slap you I want you to be able to tell me when you need me to stop, okay?”
I nod. I’ve watchedFifty Shades. It’s the only kind of kink I’ve ever been exposed to. But from the authority in Apollo’s voice right now, this isn’t his first rodeo, and that makes me want it even more.
“Green is fine. Yellow is approaching tolerance. And red is stop altogether. Are we clear?”
I nod again, but apparently that’s not enough.
“Verbal confirmation, Edith.”
Christ, what is it about his demands that are getting me wetter and wetter? He’s never been hotter.
“Y-yes.” I swallow, my throat dry.
“Repeat it back to me.”
“Red is stop. Yellow is warning. Green is fine.”
As soon as the word fine leaves my lips, his hand is on the soft part of my ass with a loud smack. The flickering flames in my abdomen flare brighter as my whole body wiggles in satisfaction, aftershocks coursing through my limbs.
“I never thought your ass could look any finer, Edith. But having my bright red handprint on it...” He groans and a swishing sound follows. Is he fisting his cock?
When the head of his cock slips through my pussy, an inhuman noise falls from my mouth. “Tell me who this belongs to, and I’ll give you what you need.”
Shaking my head, I grip the throw pillow on the couch in front of me. This is going to sting. The clap of the strike meets my ears before the hot sting radiates through the cheek he didn’t smack last time. An untamed scream rips out of my throat.
“Color?”
“G-g-green.” I’m close to orgasm. I have no idea how. He has barely touched me yet. My body trembles with need, my skin tingles from the impact, and my stomach clenches. I need more.
“Are you ready to tell me who this pussy belongs to?”
Shaking my head, I’m really not. Maybe after another slap I’ll give in and tell him what he needs, but for now, this... this... consuming need to have him smack me again takes over. I’m no longer in control of my body. He is. And despite the fact he wants the answer from me, he’s also not ready for me to give it. His excitement sizzles almost as much as my ass.
“I’ll give you to the count of three, Edith. Three.”
A fresh rush of heat pools between my legs.
“Two.”
