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“The appropriate response is Daddy or Sir.”
I watched for a sign that this was a joke, that maybe some type of hidden camera prank was at play, but his body language said he was serious.
“Ask for your correction from Daddy, Antonia.”
My libido was doing gymnastics. I was so turned on, yet so terrified. It was just a spanking. I could do this, couldn’t I?
“Please, Daddy, please punish me for being a bad girl.” The moment the words were out, I felt a wall drop. Some deep hidden place where I kept myself safe seemed to evaporate. I pressed my ass back toward him, wanting to feel his hand on my chilled skin. I was foolish in thinking this would be hot. When his hand cracked down on my right cheek, I let out an involuntary squeak.
“I won’t be giving you a warmup as you have a lesson to learn.” He spanked me hard several times.
I held on to the sink with a death grip, trying to take my just desserts in a contrite manner. But when he hit fifty, I was squirming and jumping from foot to foot in an attempt to find relief.
Daddy moved his hand from my lower back to my hair and gripped my ponytail tightly. My ability to squirm now hampered, I stayed still and tried to make less noise. As it was, I was convinced when I left the bathroom, everyone would be giving me sympathetic looks. I hated that. I didn’t need anyone’s pity.
He stopped spanking me as the tears I’d been willing to stay back finally escaped and trickled down my cheeks. He rubbed and massaged my ass while I cried and watched my face in fascination. Never having seen myself cry, I was surprised by how young I looked and the blotchiness that appeared on my pale skin. My green eyes were a little darker, almost a mossy green instead of the lighter gray green they usually were.
When I looked up at Alexander, I found him watching me intently. Keeping his eyes locked on mine, he moved one finger along my slit. I moaned and pressed back, wanting more.
“I want you to watch yourself in the mirror while I play with you from behind. I want you to see what I see when I look at your face, Antonia.”
I didn’t respond, just obeyed, fascinated by what was unfolding before my eyes.
Alexander continued to hold my ponytail, cranking my neck back, so my view of what was happening was clearly visible in the mirror. With his other hand, he used his fingers to gently rub my needy clit. I was so slick with arousal, his fingers glided effortlessly. The sensation he was creating was building an inferno inside of me. No man had ever done this to me before. The sum of my sexual experience was nothing like the books I read as a young teen, where the man took control and wrung fabulous orgasms from his woman. Mine was with an equally inexperienced guy who thought sex was sticking it in for fifteen seconds and coming. What Alexander was doing was so different, and never having an orgasm, I could only assume that the tingling moving from where he played to my chest was the building of that elusive pleasure.
“Tell me what you want, Antonia, say the words.”
“Please, Daddy, I need to come.”
He pressed a finger deep inside of me and curled it. He moved his hand in steady strokes, hitting my clit with his thumb with each thrust of his finger inside of me.
In the tub I turned on my other vibrator, holding both against my hardened button while I tugged and tweaked one nipple with my other hand.
I watched in the mirror in horrid fascination as I began to buck my hips shamelessly. My face showed an excited woman on the verge of her first orgasm. And that was what tipped me over the edge a moment later. How turned on I looked. But he wasn’t done with me.
He pulled me back fully upright and tugged off my shirt. I toed off my worn shoes, and stepped out of my jeans and undies, so now I was naked, except for socks. He banded an arm around my ribs and reached for one of my peaked nipples. He rolled the taut bud between his fingers, sending delicious sensations down through my core.
Lifting one of my legs, he put my foot on the counter. I could see the juices coating my inner thighs and moaned as I leaned back into his muscular body for support. I watched as he stroked my entrance with one hand while the other played with and tortured my nipples.
I was a moaning, writhing mess of wantonness when he suddenly spanked my mound. I let out a little screech with the intensity of the pain mixed with the pleasure. He pinched my right nipple roughly, and before I could protest, spanked my sex again. As the sensations shot through my system, I orgasmed, watching as my skin glistened brightly with the evidence of my release.
I cried out when a powerful orgasm ripped through me, filling the silent room with my release. Water splashed everywhere as I kicked and writhed through the powerful wave of passion.
Alexander thrust his fingers inside of me, taking me hard and fast while still torturing my nipples. I came quickly, so quickly, as I had zero ability to stem the torrent of sensations rippling through me. He kept going, not stopping until I was a limp, trembling rag doll in his arms.
I shuddered my last and lay still in the water. The moon had traveled across the sky since I’d first entered the tub. Time had passed while I’d been lost in my imagination. Feeling suddenly very dehydrated and in need of water, I stepped out of the tub, completely forgetting about the broken wine bottle. Placing my foot down on the floor, something sharp pierced my skin.
I fell back into the tub again splashing water all over the place. Lifting my leg to investigate, the source of the sting was clear as a glass shard was protruding from the sole of my foot. I pulled it out and rolled out on the other side, where there was hopefully no more glass, and hopped over to the shelf to wrap my bleeding foot in a hand towel.
Somewhere between drunk and hungover, I staggered toward the bedroom. The make-do bandage I’d hastily wrapped around my foot fell off, allowing blood droplets to cascade over the floor and sheets as I climbed into bed. Whatever. I needed sleep and promptly passed out.
Chapter 2
Alex
Isqueezedthecrystaltumbler in my hand lost in images of a naked Antonia writhing beneath me as I took her hard and fast. The longing to be inside her was so intense my cock was straining in my pants with anticipation.
It was disconcerting because as a Dom with years of training, I’d always had full control of my reactions. Not so since Antonia came into my life. Allowing her to steal my first-class ticket at the airport in Detroit had been the best decision of my life.
