“Five.”
When I get to ten, he’ll make me strip.
“Six.”
Or maybe he’ll make me wait until eleven.
“Seven.”
I start to pant, my legs trembling with the desire to be bared to him completely.
“Eight.”
I hiss in a breath as he spanks me harder.
“Colour?” I start to open my mouth, but he says, “Show me.”
I slap the bed.
“Now tell me.”
“Green.”
“Good.” He slaps me so hard I scream. My skin burns beneath the jumpsuit, feeling red and raw and bruised. “Colour? Show me.”
I hesitate between red and yellow. Thinking it through, I snap my fingers. “Yellow,” I bite out harshly.
“You forgot to count those two, so they do not count.” He slaps me just as hard. I cry out, then whimper.
I snap my fingers again. “Yellow. Nine.”
“Good girl.” He massages my ass. I hiss in a breath as the pain radiates down my leg. “My good little slut likes being spanked. It takes quite a lot to make you call yellow.”
My cheeks flush hard at the truth of his words.
He spanks my other ass cheek, making it ache just as fiercely.
“Ten,” I pant. My eyes burn from the pain, but the desire to be naked and sucking him off is making me squirm.
He spanks me hard, and I jerk up the bed on a groan.
“Colour?”
“Yellow.”
“Show me.”
I snap my fingers, then show him the signal for red when he asks. He needs to make sure I know them before he takes away my ability to speak. Salivating at the thought of him thrusting deep in my throat, using me like he did on our wedding night, I rub my pussy against the edge of the bed.
His chuckle has me tensing in anticipation. “Stand up, my queen, and strip for me.”
Wincing, I wriggle off the bed. Both of my ass cheeks are frickin’ sore. I wonder if he’s left a hand print, if they’ll hurt too much as we continue. But when he takes up position on the bed, sitting naked on the edge, with his legs spread – I am happy to embrace a bit more pain. Fucking hel, my king ishot.
My eyes heavy-lidded, I watch him stroke himself. My lips part as I slowly slip off my clothes.
“That’s a good girl,” he growls as his eyes rove over my body before rising to my face. “Show me your beautiful tits.”
The bruises have become purple and green now, and the RM etched into my flesh is scabbed. I trace a finger over it as my ass throbs.
