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“It sounded pretty rough.”
She stepped closer, and instinctively I shuffled back, bracing myself against the worktop. “The bed squeaks, by the way, in your room.”
I’m sure I flushed crimson. “I.. um...”
She closed the gap, pushing against me to pin me to the counter. “We were right here, Cara arched back right where you are now while I sucked her little clit sore. Did you hear her cum?”
“No...” I mumbled, eyes anywhere but on Rebecca.
“Shame,” she breathed. “Iheardyou.” Long fingers on my thigh, teasing at the hem of my robe. I could hardly breathe. “What were you thinking about?”
“I wasn’t... I don’t know...” I said.
Her fingers burned my skin. “Do you wonder what it feels like?” She smiled, mischievous.
“Maybe,” I admitted, daring to laugh a bit. “Shit, sorry, how embarrassing. I’m not used to this stuff.”
She stepped away, clearing a space. “Turn around and bend over.”
My stomach lurched. “Sorry?”
“Bend over, hands flat on the side.”
My eyes must have been huge, boring into hers, but she didn’t flinch or falter, just shifted position so her weight was all on one hip. My mouth turned dry, nerves sizzling. “I don’t know...”
“Bend over, Lydia, stop being so fucking reserved.”
Shit. Shit. Shit.My body moved, unwilled, and suddenly my chest was flat to the worktop, palms against the tiles. I heard her position herself to my rear. It tickled as she raised the hem of my robe, hitching it up over my hips. I bit my lip, scorching with self-consciousness... and something else. She ran her fingernails over my ass.
“Ready?” she asked. Her tone was low, insistent. I nodded.
She slapped me hard and I jumped a little, settling down just before she landed another. It sounded worse than it felt, the bite of her palm morphing quickly into a gentle burn. She hit me quick, fast slaps over and over, and soon I stopped jumping and just felt. My breath quickened, the burning of my skin seeming to bloom under her touch. It felt good... great... it felt amazing.
She stopped a moment, long enough to trail a finger down the crease of my ass. “Want more?”
I nodded again, gritting my teeth through the embarrassment.
“I knew it. You’re a submissive, alright. Only I don’t think a slap’s enough for you.”
I wrenched my head back over my shoulder in time to see her delve into a drawer. She pulled out a fish slice, and slapped it against her palm over and over; a strange metallic thwack.
“I’m not sure about this...” I said, shifting on my feet but not breaking position.
“I am.”
My heart raced, brain pleading no, while my body pleaded yes. I didn’t move.
She hit me fucking hard. I leapt up, jigging around with a smarting ass.
“Settle down,” she said, simply.
I looked back at her like she was crazy, right until the pain smoothed into a tingle, a really nice tingle, like spidery itches in satin boots, dripping warm treacle over my skin, and there beyond the pain I got a glimpse of the calm place... the place the itches lead to. I settled back against the worktop, hands back against the tiles.
“I fucking knew it,” she said, and landed me another. This time I flinched but didn’t jump up, and she hit me again, and again after that in the same spot. Pain then tingle, pain then tingle, over and over, and soon I was groaning and whimpering and lost in this crazy sea of self-consciousness and confusion, where the only thing I really knew was that I didn’t want to move, not for anything, I just wanted more.
She ran her fingers over me, squeezing tender flesh. I wriggled at her touch, fighting the urge to spread my legs and show her how wet I was. I don’t think I needed to. I’m pretty sure Rebecca already knew, well before I did.
“Beautiful,” she said. “Shit, I’ve gotta go to work.”
