Page 60 of Burn With Me

Her muscles shook violently. This time, I could feel her body building toward that glorious peak, but I wanted her to do it faster. “I said, come for me, Vi. I meant right now.”

I gently bit the side of her neck. She cried out and bucked back hard into me as her body took over. This time the waves that followed were much like her first orgasm and continued to rock her, which was exactly what I wanted.

“Where do you want me to come,” I asked, and her mouth moved, but no words came out. “Answer me,” I ordered again. We didn’t have much time before she couldn’t continue.

“Inside me, come in me,” she whimpered.

This was also something I’d never entertained, yet here I was about to do as she asked. Letting go of her hair, it fanned down to cover her face as her hands dropped to the mattress. With each thrust, my pleasure was pushed higher as every muscle tensed.

“Fuck, Vi,” I yelled and came hard, my body straining.

I held still as the last of the orgasm subsided. I expected to feel unsure about what we’d just done. A hint of fear raced through me about what this meant emotionally for me, but also what it could mean if she got pregnant. As I searched my emotions, I found nothing that resembled uncertainty.

Taking a deep breath, I released her hips and rubbed a slow circle into her lower back.

“You okay?”

Vi nodded, and I reluctantly pulled out of her body and reached out to gather her up in my arms. As soon as I lifted her into my embrace, her eyes met mine. There was the moment of stillness that passed between us, this calm in the aftermath of what we’d done, but suddenly the ecstasy that had been dancing in her eyes began to fade. I could feel her mood shifting as quickly as hurricane winds.

Tears filled her beautiful eyes. “Hey, what’s going on?”

“Spank me,” she blurted out, but the request was pained as tears began to pour down her cheeks.

It was like an emotional cord inside of her had just snapped. Whatever I’d seen her forcing down was coming to the surface.

“I said spank me,” she said, firmer and angrier this time. “You liked that, didn’t you? Then do it again.” Vi went to get out of my arms, but I held her tight and forced her to continue to look at me. “Stop looking at me like that. Just spank me already.”

“No, we’re done for the night.”

I could sense and see the pain that was bubbling inside of her. What she wanted now was not for pleasure. She struggled harder in my arms, and I let her go. She stormed to her feet and marched over to where I’d left the flogger.

“Do it. Hit me,” she yelled and held it out to me.

She wasn’t bratting. If she were, she would be tossed out on her ass. This was different. I could feel great sadness and pain inside of her. I wasn’t empathic, but I was very in tune with people, and what we’d just done together left me very connected to her emotions.

“I said no, Vi, you’ve had enough.” I stood up slowly.

She was shaking from head to toe.

“Hurt me,” she yelled as I walked toward her. “Please just do it. I know you like it.”

She was bawling now, the tears running in streams and dropping to her chest to mingle with the sweat we’d just created.

I took the flogger from her hand and set it aside before cupping her face. She kept trying to look away as the tears turned into heartbreaking sobs. She wrapped her arms around herself like she was trying to keep her emotions inside.

“Look at me, Vi. Now.” She finally complied and looked me directly in the eyes, so I asked what I needed to know. “Why do you want me to punish you? What do you think you need punishing for?”

She tried to struggle, but it was feeble. I could see her warring between wanting to tell me and keeping it inside, but I knew it would continue to eat at her.

“Please don’t make me say it. Please,” she begged.

“No, Vi. You need to be honest with yourself and me. Why do you want to be punished?”

“Because I deserve it,” she said her voice breaking.

We just stared at one another as all the fight left her body.

“Because I deserve it,” she said again, quieter.