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It was hard to believe she fucking loved this the way he did. Using the belt on her was fucking hot, but having her vulnerable and half naked and over his lap did interesting things to his brain. It made him feel more connected to her. Anyone could hurt her, but this link between them went further than the administration of pain. He spanked her slowly, making her wait for each slap, waiting until she was whining and wriggling in invitation. This was exactly what she’d come in here hoping for, and he knew it without needing to be told. Finally being able to read what someone wanted from him was strange – wanting to give it was stranger.
Smack.
Smack.
Pause.
He let
his hand hang in the air, threatening, and was rewarded with the girl looking over her shoulder at it impatiently. Her muscles strained as she angled herself more conveniently for him to hit.
She whined and arched back.
“Tease,” she grumbled.
“You think so?”
He spanked the living fuck out of her ass, enjoying her attempt to stay quiet as the tension in her built. Her breaths grew louder, but then, so did his, the excitement of beating her spiking adrenalized blood straight to his dick. Her first cry of distress was met with his rumble of satisfaction. After a few minutes she squirmed to get away, but he held her still, raining sharp, hard smacks until his palm stung even past his calluses.
Her skin was bright, mottled darker in spots, bruising, with the obvious outline of his hand repeating over and over along the edges, reminding him how big his hands were compared to her luscious ass. He could nearly span both globes with one hand. He trailed tickling fingers over the handprints as her hectic breathing started to slow, and he worked on calming the drumming in his chest.
Between her whimpers and the scent of her arousal, he was ready to take her. Instead, he pulled her panties back up, then sat her on his lap and stroked her hair. She nestled against his chest, pouting up at him.
“What?”
“Just – a spanking and then nothing?” she asked sulkily.
“You shouldn’t use your submission as a tool to get cock,” he admonished, doing his best to seem serious. It was hard to object to her ulterior motives, but it was fun to tease her. “Not everything needs to be about sex, Miss Korsgaard.”
Gently, she butted his chest with her forehead. “I just meant to talk.”
“Of course. I could tell by how you were dressed.”
She flushed, shifting in discomfort. “Maybe I was just trying to make sure I got your attention. We need to talk about Christmas. Church said he and Ilse are coming for the holidays with the kids, so I need to know what to get. What do you guys usually do to celebrate?”
“I don’t know. Sutton – used to make dinner with Church. I watched TV. Ilse took care of the kids.”
She shifted from one ass cheek to the other. She had to be sore.
“But this year...”
“What?”
“You’re going to help with dinner and help with the kids?”
He grunted, sliding his finger under her panties to trace the smooth, damp seam of her slit. “Why would I do that?” he asked, distracted.
She whined impatiently, but he only kept teasing. “Because you have a family and you love them.”
“Church left me.”
“Your brother deserves to make his own way in life, if that what makes him happy.”
Severin frowned at her. “I don’t want to talk about them right now.”
“No?” Their mouths were almost touching, and the caress of her breath on his lips was almost too erotic to bear. They breathed each other’s air for several moments, while he coaxed a finger into her. She wriggled on it, trying to get him deeper, but he didn’t allow it.
“What do you want for Christmas, Miss Korsgaard?”
