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Lifting my skirt, he rubbed lazy circles over my buttocks. Heat crackled over my skin from his large hands smoothing over my panties. At least I had them for protection. As if hearing my thoughts, he slid his finger under the band and slowly peeled them off me. A flash of cool air brushed over my warmed skin.
“You need this,” he murmured and then dropped his open palm on my ass with a hard clap.
“Ouch!” I cried. “Fuck.”
“Not the right thing to say, baby girl, but I’ll let that one pass.”
I threw him a glare over my shoulder only to find him smirking. Oh, he was enjoying this much too much, the bastard.
He caressed my lower back and buttocks with a warning. “Settle down.”
Just as I relaxed, another stinging smack had me puffing out my cheeks.
Through gritted teeth, I demanded, “Not so hard, dammit.”
“What would be the fun in that?” he teased, giving me another wallop that brought the pain up a few notches.
“Jesus, Tatum.”
His response was a series of swats that left an itchy burn. And heightened arousal. It hurt, but at the same time, the pain was doing something else. I rubbed my throbbing clit discreetly against his solid thigh, my pussy clenching desperately to be filled. Damn the man for what he did to me.
“I do with you as I see fit. You’re not the one in the driver’s seat, Clara. Not with me. The sooner you realize that—
“Yes, yes, the happier we’ll be,” I said sourly. “I’ve heard it before.”
My obstinance provoked him because he grasped one of my hot pink ass cheeks and said, “That’s right, but I don’t like your tone when you say it. You’re not taking it seriously.”
“Oh, believe me, I’m taking it seriously enough,” I retorted. “I’m lying over your thighs, letting you spank me, aren’t I?”
His grip on my flesh intensified, hitting my pain threshold. One would think it would shut down the pounding arousal coursing through me. Wrong, so wrong. If anything, I had to bite back a moan of pleasure. I clasped my thighs and buttocks together to ward off the somersault of warring sensations. He was speaking, saying something to me, but it was hard to concentrate on his words.
“—and listen well, little girl. Right now, you need to know I’m tough enough to take anything you throw my way. That is the lesson this spanking is meant to teach.” He gave me a hard swat. “And you’ll learn to give me control, if it’s the last thing I do.”
Earlier, he’d said he owned me. He wasn’t wrong because only someone who owned me could touch me in this way. How else could I explain being laid over his knees, with his hand swatting my buttocks?
To make matters worse, he knew I was soaked and on the edge of coming. His fingertips caressed the curve of one cheek and parted my thighs. I pressed them tightly together.
“Open them before I yank your legs apart and smack that filthy little pussy.”
I threw them open.
He made a humming sound of approval as his fingertips languidly stroked down to my pussy and flicked my clit.
But instead of kindly continuing until I peaked, his nimble fingers slipped away. He began to torturously alternate between playing between my thighs and smacking my ass, keeping me off balance until I swung like a pendulum from pain to pleasure, all at his discretion. The only things keeping me tethered to reality were the scratchy material of his trousers, the hard muscles beneath them, and his familiar musky scent.
Incrementally, my mind shut down the flutter of constant thoughts and worries. My accounting woes flew out of my head. My fears about my father evaporated. And my body melted underneath Tatum’s skilled hands.
Soon, my hips were writhing of their own accord. His smacks grew in intensity, and I tilted my hips to strike my clit against his thigh, causing it to spark each time. The pain melded with the pleasure until they were entwined as one. The heat and brand of his palm against my sizzling flesh had reached a zone that was beyond pain, amplifying my arousal in a way that was worlds apart from what we had done before.
Thrashing my head from side to side, I moaned and panted without reprieve. He kept me on the verge of orgasm, refusing to release me in order to teach me the lesson that he was in control.
“You want to come?” he finally demanded.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I repeated as a mantra. “Please, please, please, Tatum, please.”
“Don’t worry, baby, you’ll come.” He flipped me upright and dropped my searing bottom on his lap, scraping it against the material of his pants. I yelped.
“On my cock,” he finished.
