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His hand softly caressed the curve of her ass. “Yes.”
Blood rushed to her head as she waited, but he didn’t do more than lightly caress her. “Did you change your mind?”
“Quiet.”
She shut her mouth, unsure what was taking so long. The scent of his arousal filled the room, but he seemed to be having some sort of moral dilemma.
“Would it help if I told you my pussy’s wet?” She flinched when his palm slammed down on her ass with astounding accuracy. “Jesus!” Another slap and her shoulders tensed. She grunted. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.
Her searing flesh burned as if a hundred bees stung her. He soothed the sore area with his palm, rubbing softly only to scrape over the sensitive skin with his nails.
“Ah!” When she reflexively squirmed, he pressed a stilling hand on her back and wedged his fingers between her thighs, pressing into her wet slit. She went completely still.
“You like this,” he said, withdrawing his fingers only to smack her again. “Why?”
She flinched and tensed then groaned, not necessarily enjoying the pain but finding something about the process satisfying. “Maybe it has something to do with the fact that your cock’s stabbing me in the stomach. Ah!”
Three hard swats rained over her reddened flesh. “You’re purposefully baiting me.”
“Am I?”
She spread her legs only to have him slap her pussy. “This isn’t for your pleasure, Delilah.”
“I’m sorry?” She wiggled her ass and he slapped it again. Hard.
Her breath labored, and she swallowed and tried to regain her composure. She was aroused, but her eyes were also tearing. “I’m sorry,” she said, chastised and sincere. “I’ll stop.”
Closing her eyes, she centered her mind and loosened her muscles. It hurt less if she didn’t tense. Several more slaps came down, each one adding to the building burn in her backside. Tears reflexively flowed from her eyes, and her breath caught every single time he slammed his palm down on her tenderized skin, but she didn’t ask him to stop.
In a way, he was right. The longer it went on, the more at rest she felt. When the spanking finally concluded, a literal noise filled her head. Her pliant body gelled together in such a fragile way she was afraid to move.
Christian’s heavy breathing clocked the silence like a metronome. The scent of his arousal thickened the air. He scored his nails over her sore flesh, and she twitched, sucking in a shaky breath. But she didn’t curse.
Instead, she swallowed tightly and shocked them both as she said, “Thank you.”
“Come here.” The air tightened and he pulled her fully onto his lap, arranging her legs so she straddled him.
Her face naturally tucked into his neck as she hugged him tightly and let out a stammering breath. He massaged the sore muscles of her arms and legs, whispering soft words of praise.
“That was a stunning show of submission, pintura. You’ve pleased me greatly.”
She nuzzled deeper, needing his comfort and wanting his arms around her. He’d softened her in ways she hadn’t thought possible. Dormant parts of her psyche had opened in the process and her thoughts were no longer clouded.
She felt…purified. Clean and innocent. Blameless. But also delicate and in need of his sheltering strength.
The fear of judgement disappeared. She could say anything to him in that moment, certain he would protect and cherish her no matter what. How could she feel all of that after he spanked her?
She didn’t understand, but she trusted his guidance, and even craved it. “Christian?”
“Yes, little one?”
She dragged her nose along the underside of his jaw, rubbing her face to his like a kitten craves attention. His scent intoxicated her as his strong arms held her tight.
Catching the lobe of his ear between her lips, she tugged softly and whispered, “I want you.”
He stilled for a split second and then he was kissing her. Spreading her tenderized body out beneath him, opening his pants to thrust into her.
Her body accepted him without resistance, and she wreathed her arms around his neck, her fingers sifting through his hair as he took her mouth with long drugging kisses. She gasped when he lunged forward, filling her to the hilt.
His pleasure melded with hers and she arched into him. “Yes, more.” Her fingers raked and knotted in his hair, pulling his lips back to hers.
Her breasts crushed against the wall of his muscled chest as he kissed her harder, deeper, giving her all he could to show how desperately he wanted to please her. The intensity of his strokes increased. With every hard thrust, he stretched her body a little more, folding her legs back until she was completely open to him.
“I want to feel your skin against mine.”
Drawing back, he removed his shirt and tossed it aside. Slowing his strokes, he watched his cock sliding in and out of her. He shared the view, sending the erotic vision to the forefront of her mind. He reached between her legs and stroked a thumb over the piercing of her clit, and she sucked in a breath.
