Page 47 of The Devil’s Feather

Rafael was reticent at first, but it didn’t take long for us to get back to our previous levels of ridiculous flirting. I greenlit the fun, kinky idea he’d had before the encounter at my house.

“Put me down!” I demanded.

He paused.

I patted his shoulder. “Not really, I’m just playing along.”

He unlocked the front door and carried me through the house, directly into the dungeon.

“Thank you⁠1 for wearing a skirt. It will make this easier.” Rafael hooked a foot around a leg of the red bench and dragged it into the center of the stone room. He sat, spreading me across his lap, ass up, and rested a hand on the back of my thigh. “Ready for your punishment?” He said it conversationally.

I twisted to glare at him. “What happened to consent?”

His eyebrows twitched. “I just asked you for it.”

“No, you have to kiss me first,” I pouted.

He gently tilted my chin up, bent almost double, and kissed me. I couldn’t embrace him from that position, so I settled for rubbing my breasts against his muscular thighs. It was a tender kiss, full of promise and restrained heat, and it ended far too soon for my liking.

“Do you understand why you are being punished?”

“Because I teased you? Or because I made you go home alone the other night?”

An evil light sparked in his eyes. “While you so cruelly abandoned me, I was unable to sleep. Utterly useless since you gave me the most powerful orgasm of my life. Every time I close my eyes, I see you shaking your breasts with the clamps.”

Immediately soaked through my panties. Good to know I wasn’t the only one completely hung up on that scene.

But I refused to back down. “You liar. You had that meeting in LA. Probably wrote a whole new score while I was gone.”

His smile was full of menace. “How dare you rewrite my brain chemistry and then skip off to some mundane job for a week? All I could do was daydream about watching your ass bounce and turn red under my hands.”

My face turned as red as his hair. As red as he wanted to make my ass. “Goddamn, sir. Well, carry on then.”

“Safeword?”

“Oh um. Stop worked before, but let’s use ‘green peas’. Because I hate them.”

“Weird choice, but ok.”

“Don’t kinkshame my safewo—ouch!”

The first blow landed with no warning, just a loud smack on my ass. “May I pull up your skirt?”

“You had bette—ow!”

He flipped up my skirt and smacked me with the flat of his palm. “Do you always wear thongs?”

“I hate VPL. ‘Visible Panty Line’.”

Rafael huffed and popped me again. That one traveled all the way up my back. I wasn’t going to last long at this rate. He was too strong. My ass cheeks heated rapidly under his palms. I eased into the sensation, letting it blur my perception.

He occasionally paused to grab my ass or rub it. Each time his palm collided with my flesh, I grew wetter and more aroused, like he was spanking the resistance out of me. Somehow, it also made me feel safer with him.

Just as I acclimated to the rhythm, he stopped. I braced myself, but instead of another blow, he caressed my glutes with a deft hand.

“You have such a lovely ass.” He slapped one cheek, then the other. “But you are distracting me from the spanking you deserve by tempting me to spread you out and eat you.”

“Dammit, you can’t keep getting away with this.” I rolled over and yanked my skirt down.