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“Turn around,” I say. “I want to see that ass.”
She obeys, and I gawk at the beauty before me. The ass I was inside on our wedding night. Only days in the past, yet months seem to have come and gone since then.
That night.
That night when I felt so free.
The night I truly thought I could do this. Could be with her forever.
I see now that can never be, but she needs me. Needs me to escape. And I’ll grant her wish.
If only things were different.
If only I could be what she deserves.
I spread her ass cheeks and slide my tongue over her puckered hole.
She shivers. “Feels good,” she croons, almost musically.
I want to take my time with her. Love her. Soothe her. Give her the escape, the need to experience the basest thing in life.
But my cock is so fucking hard.
I turn her around quickly and pull her onto my lap. Right onto my hard cock.
“Fuck,” I growl as she encases me.
Her pink nipples are hard and level with my lips. “Ride me,” I command, and then I grab a nipple between my teeth.
She squeals at the bite I give her.
Which spurs me on further.
She rises and then sinks again onto my erection, and with each stroke of her velvet pussy, I come closer to climax.
I bite her nipple again while I grab the other and give it a good pinch.
She squeals once more and then moans.
And I understand.
She craves the pain. The sharp pain that morphs into pleasure.
It’s a healing salve.
Sure, it’s temporary, but it’s no less real.
She continues fucking me, and I hold still on the bed, letting her control the pace and the depth.
And she does. She goes deep, sitting on me and holding herself there for a few seconds, relishing in the fullness, until she moves upward once more, teasing the head of my cock with her slick pussy lips.
Still, I work her nipples, giving one breast a slap while I suck and bite the other.
With my free hand, I touch her clit, work her juices around it.
She’ll come soon, and when she does, I’m going to shoot my load into her with the force of a hurricane.
A tropical hurricane.
But just as I’m about to erupt inside her, she pulls off me and stands.
“Baby?” I say.
“I need you.”
“I need you too. Get back on and—”
“No.” She shakes her head vehemently. “I mean, I need to feel, Dale. Make me feel.”
I thought that was what I was doing. I widen my eyes in question.
She lies down on the bed, face down. “Please. I need to feel something other than pleasure. I need the pain.”
I bit her nipples. Was that not enough? I’ve spanked her before. Perhaps that’s what she needs. The idea always turns me on—that gorgeous ass, pink from my hand.
I bring my palm down on her. Slap!
“More,” she says into the pillow. “Please. More.”
I spank her again. Again. Three, four, five times.
“More,” she says, her voice muffled against the fluff of the pillow. “Please, Dale. More.”
I spank her sweet bottom again, again, again…until my palm is stinging.
And still, her voice…
“More, Dale. Please. More.”
I slap her again.
Again.
Again.
Again.
She finally cries out, her sweet voice still muffled.
I stop.
Let her rest.
Smooth my fingers over the bright-pink globes of her ass.
A moment passes. Then—
“More.”
My cock is hot and throbbing, my palm nearly numb from spanking her.
I can’t. As much as I love spanking her beautiful ass, I can’t inflict any more pain on her.
Not now.
Not when I’m going to inflict emotional pain within days.
“Ashley…”
“More, Dale. Please.”
Instead, I slide my body over hers, my cock nudging between her legs. I lie there, bracing myself so I don’t give her the full weight of my body. I simply cover her body with mine.
“Enough, Ashley,” I say softly. “Enough.”
“No,” she cries into the pillow. “Not enough. Never enough.”
Never enough.
She’s punishing herself for something. But what has she done? Not a bit of this is her fault.
“Baby,” I say, “stop. Just stop.”
Then the tears come. The racking sobs that I’ve never seen except from my little brother. After…
I’ve never cried that way myself. Never allowed it.
But now, as I see the woman I love sobbing, I feel more than I’ve ever felt. More even than when my brother sobbed in my arms after a brutal rape and beating.
Even more than…
God, no. No. Not yet. Can’t go there. Not while Ashley needs me whole.
Whole? What a fucking laugh.
I’ll never be whole.
But for now… This moment…
“I can’t hit you anymore, baby,” I say. “I’ll hurt you.”
“I need it.”
“You’re already red as a beet. I can’t.”
“Please. I want to feel, Dale. Please.”
“I’ll make you feel, then.” I flip her over, and though my instinct is to shove my hard dick inside her, I spread her legs and bend my head between them.
She’s wet. So wet. The spanking she wanted for pain gave her pleasure as well. But as much as I love spanking her, I know when enough is enough.
