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He gently lifted my skirt, dragging the fabric along the curve of my juicy arse.
I had realistic expectations of my attractiveness and my body. I had cellulite, stretch marks and dimples. When one stood me next to the paragon of manly perfection that Pope represented, I paled significantly in comparison.
Yet Pope wanted me. His arousal pressed against my thigh, his hands greedy on my skin. He seemed to glory in the fullness of my arse cheeks, gripping and stroking.
"You ready?" he asked.
I nodded, unable to find the words to answer him.
"Good girl." He withdrew his touch. "Now count."
His hand smacked down on my arse, the slap of palm to skin like a crack in the quiet night.
I gasped, rising only for Pope to grip my neck, forcing me back down. Giving over, I closed my eyes, counting the sting.
"One."
He spanked me again, the intense heat blooming across my cheeks.
"Two."
Over and over, Pope alternated his punishment, changing tempo, speed and intensity—his actions a chaotic seduction.
"Twenty. Twenty-one. Twenty-two."
My voice faltered, my body humming with the ecstasy of a different kind of release—one drenched in pain and pleasure.
He stopped, his hand cupping my arse to gently knead my abused flesh.
"Still with me, Little Red?"
Pants were my only answer.
"Here, baby. Let me make it better."
With one hand still anchoring me to the table, his other slid from my arse down to collect the arousal at the juncture of my thighs.
“You’re soaked, baby. You enjoyed that, didn't you?"
With a cheek pressed to the wood, I nodded. My eyes remained closed, my concentration centred on his teasing hand.
Pope leaned over me, his teeth sinking into my shoulder before he whispered in my ear, "Time to play."
With rough, blunt fingers, he found my clit and began to circle the sensitive nub.
"Tell me what you need, pretty girl. Tell me what you want. Let me hear it."
"Soft," I whimpered, overwhelmed by sensation. "And higher. Over—no—yes, that's—"
A groan ripped from my throat, loud in the silence.
"You look so good spread for me, Little Red. Anyone could stumble this way."
I moaned, shocked to find myself turned on by his nasty words.
"Oh, you like that?" His fingers danced, my pleasure beginning to spiral. "Tell me what you want, baby. Tell me what you need."
The words hovered on the tip of my tongue—a dark fantasy I had no right to confess.
