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“I won’t fight with you, honey,” he said.
“Why the hell not?” she spat. “It would make me feel better.”
“So would a spanking,” he teased. She stood from her chair and turned to look him over. He was sure that what he had said pissed her off, but from the need that he saw in her eyes, he was wrong. “You’d like that?” he asked.
“Yes,” she almost whispered. “I like to be spanked.”
“We’ve been together for over two months now and you never told me that you like to be spanked?” he asked.
“We’re still so new to each other, and well, I didn’t want to scare you off or have you think of me as a freak if it was something that you weren’t into.”
“Oh, I’m into it,” he insisted. He was more than into it. He loved a little bit of kink when it came to sex, but he was too afraid to bring it up to Trista. “I was also too afraid to bring it up so early in our relationship.”
“Is that what we’re doing here, Joel?” she asked. “We’re having a relationship?”
“I’d like to think so if you’re good with that,” he said.
“I am,” he agreed, “I like to think of you as my girlfriend. In fact, when I was talking to Axel the other day, when he checked in on us, I called you my girlfriend and he gave me a bunch of shit.”
She snuggled in against his body and Joel wrapped his arms around her, tugging her close. “Well, I for one like it when you call me your girlfriend,” she insisted.
“Good to know,” he whispered, dipping his head to kiss her lips. God, he couldn’t wait to get his hands on her ass. “Can I spank you, honey?” he asked.
“I’d like that,” she agreed. He wasn’t one to usually ask, but things between them were still so new, he wanted to make sure that she was on board for everything that he wanted from her. “I’d like that, a lot,” she added.
“Good, bend over the table,” he said, “I’ll lock the door.”
Trista laughed, “Yeah, I don’t think that I’d like Melody walking in to find you spanking me.”
“No, this is just for us,” he agreed. “Arms up,” he ordered. Joel pulled her t-shirt up over her head, running his hands down her front, over her breasts, causing Trista to moan. He tugged down her shorts and ran his hands over her curvy ass. “Gorgeous,” he breathed, kissing his way from her neck down her back. Joel wasted no time running his hand down her body and squeezing her ass into his big hand. He could feel how wet she was for him as he pulled his hand up and brought it down on her left globe. She moaned and thrust back against him as he rubbed the heat from her cheek.
“You good?” he asked.
“Yes,” she hissed, “I need more.” He was going to give her everything that she needed, but he also needed to make sure that she was with him every step of the way. She thrust back against his body and his cock seemed to spring to life. Joel wanted the spanking portion of their play to be over so that he could get inside of Trista, but he wouldn’t rush her.
He peppered her ass with his hand, warming and marking both cheeks as she cried out his name. Joel knew that she was close and when he ran two fingers through her folds, feeling how wet she was for him, he couldn’t help himself. He unzipped his jeans and let them fall to the kitchen floor he lined up his erection with her drenched opening and filled her with one thrust.
“You feel so good,” he whispered into her ear from behind.
“You do too,” she moaned. Every time he pulled almost completely out and shoved back into her body from behind, she cried out. “My ass is so sensitive.” He knew exactly what he was doing to her, fucking her from behind after he just spanked her ass red. He pumped in and out of her body, and when Trista came, crying out his name, he knew that he wouldn’t last much longer. He pressed her front down against the wooden table, holding her in place as he slammed into her body from behind. He wasn’t gentle. Nothing about what he had just done to Trista was gentle, and she seemed to love every minute of it. She was perfect for him, and that very thought was what him coming into her body as he pumped into her from behind. He held her hips in place as he finished and when he was done, Joel pulled free from her body and flipped her over to face him.
“Are you all right?” he asked.
“I’m more than all right,” she purred, wrapping her arms around his waist. “I’m great. Thank you for giving me what I needed, Joel,” she said.
“Anytime,” he whispered, gently kissing her lips. “I’ll give you anything I possibly can, Trista,” he promised. He wanted to tell her that he’d already given her his heart, but he was afraid that things were still too new for that admission. Instead, he lifted her into his arms and carried her up to his master bathroom. He was going to draw her a bath, and then, he was going to hope like hell that she’d allow him to join her. Holding Trista in a warm bath seemed like the perfect way to end their night. Tomorrow, they could worry about the rest of the world and what was going on with her brother. Tonight was for them—just the two of them.
* * *
Another week passed and Joel was sure that Trista was going to go out of her mind worrying about her brother. Her boss texted that he wanted her to come into the office and bring Joel, and he worried that they were going to be given bad news.
They quickly dressed and were in Henry’s office within the hour. Trista was holding his hand so tight that he worried that she was going to stop his circulation.
“It’s going to be all right,” he assured, even if he didn’t know that for certain.
“Hey guys, thanks for coming in so early,” Henry said.
“No problem,” Joel said, “what’s the word?”
