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“Diego,por favor2,” I beg.
“If you speak one more time, then it’s all over. These lips are mine. They can only part if I let them. These wrists are mine,” he purrs as he touches them. I have nothing to rest on at the front, which leaves me kneeling at an angle. My head rests on a pillow, and my butt is in the air.”
“Your ass is mine,” he says as he strokes it. “Maybe I should punish you for talking earlier. For speaking when you weren’t allowed to.”
I wiggle as my nerves become unsettled, as no more is he stroking my butt, but pinching it. He hurts me a little, and my body starts to betray me as my skin turns hot.
Maybe I should just tell him to stop. Maybe I’m not cut out for this, but I’ve come too far. I want to see where this leads, especially because I’m bound, bent, and blindfolded in front of this man. The one I’ve married, but we’re not really married. Not only is our situation confusing, as we’ve been acting like newlyweds, but the way I feel about him has changed so much in such a short space of time.
I didn’t think I would ever want to give someone like him my virginity, let alone want him to see me at my best, nor my worse, but here I am giving everything to him.
“I’ll be gentle. And remember, if you want to stop, you know what to do.”
I nod, wondering if that is acceptable, seeing as I never used my lips.
He sweeps me up in his arms again and spins me around until I rest over his knee. He tugs my panties together in the middle, then exposes my skin to the air.
“This will sting a bit. Give it a chance, and don’t dismiss it.”
What?
My mind is screaming for him to explain to me exactly what he’s going to do.
“Pain and pleasure are closer together than most people realize, but some don’t accept it. The question is, are you ready?”
Ready for what?
I quiver, not knowing if I will ever be ready, but there is only one thing he can be ready to do now and that is to spank me. Something Papá did when I was a child, and I hated him so much for it. I didn’t speak to him for a week, yet I’m letting my husband not only tie me up, but spank me too.
I wouldn’t have ever thought of this as a kink, but here I am, bracing myself for him to do it to me.
It makes me giggle, the whole indecency of it all, but with my eyes covered, I can’t see when he’s going to do it. Maybe I’m wrong.
I feel his hand crashing on my left cheek and realize my guess was right and he has every intention of spanking me. The pain is hot and sharp. I grunt through my teeth, regretting ever agreeing for him to do this.
Then he picks up a rhythm. I feel nothing but pain, and I’m about to tell him that enough is enough, but then as my skin burns under the onslaught, the slaps sting less. I grit my teeth, holding back from screaming. He said that the pain will ease. The question is when.
Then, slowly but surely, no more am I gritting my teeth, but embracing it, and it’s as if there’s a sense of peace as he smacks me more and the pleasure starts to kick in.
“I told you, you would enjoy it,” he says.
Soft moans escape my mouth, unwarranted because I’m on Diego’s knees, and having him do these things to me has turned me on so much. I’ve given him absolute control over me, and he’s loving it. I shift beneath him and line my crotch up with the curve of his thigh.
“You want more …” he growls.
Yet, he doesn’t wait for an answer, before the next blow causes them to grind together, chasing the pain with the tremor of ecstasy. No more am I resisting, as I become excited about the anticipation of what happens next. He pauses as he runs his hands over my burning flesh in small circles.
“I love a good spanking, but I don’t want to hurt you. I want you to enjoy it. You’ll become sore if I do more.”
His fingers slide down and inside my panties, parting them to one side, causing me to moan with anticipation.
“You’re so fucking wet. Good girl. I knew you would enjoy it. I thought you would back out, but you didn’t,mi cariño3.”
He tears my panties, and before I can say a word, he puts something near my nose.
“Smell how wet you are.”
He wants me to know what I smell like? The idea should repulse me, but it doesn’t, as I realize it’s so overpowering. It fills my nose and rolls down my throat. He puts something in my mouth, like a gag, to stop me from talking.
