Page 46 of Vicious Redemption

Why that would turn me on, I don’t know, but it does.

As quick as a flash, his fingers leave my clit, and he brings his hand down to slap one of my ass cheeks hard enough to make a loud snap. I yelp, jerking forward at the sudden sting. Then his palm is there, calming my angry flesh as he kneads it softly.

“What did I tell you, pet?” he murmurs, his voice gentle.

“T-To stay,” I stammer, my heart in my throat and my stomach trembling.

But already, the pain is gone, replaced by a warmth that flows through my veins like caffeine, awakening my senses.

“Let’s try that again, then, shall we?” he teases. His fingers brush across my flesh until he finds my slick seam once again.

And this time, when his fingers touch my clit, it takes all my self-restraint not to jump out of my skin. I’m shockingly sensitive. Even the lightness of his caress makes me throb and twitch. But I don’t dare move.

Instead, I whimper as my legs start to quiver.

“Good girl,” he praises, making the hair along the back of my neck rise. And as he circles my clit, my muscles spasm euphorically.

My core aches to have him inside me. And his hand on the small of my back reminds me not to move, though I desperately want to lean into him. To find relief.

“You want me to fuck you, Tia?” he asks low and soft, his voice tempting me.

“Yes,” I moan, my walls tightening. Excitement zings up and down my spine.

“How badly?” he presses, his fingers more adamant now.

“I’ll do anything,” I whimper, going along with this new kind of dirty talk that’s lighting my skin on fire. He’s making me answer him during sex and saying what I want him to do; voicing what turns me on is both nerve-racking and thrilling.

I like it.

“I’ll make a deal with you, pet,” he says, removing his fingers from my clit and leaving me moaning with frustration. “You tell me how many times your perfect ass can handle a spanking,” he purrs, his hand petting the flesh he’s referring to with such tenderness. “And that’s how many times I’ll let you come tonight.”

Why is it so sexy when he talks about letting me come?

Maybe it’s the way he says it, like it’s some kind of sacred vow. But it makes my insides knot to think about the stinging pain of his last spank. How much of that could I take? An orgasm per spank is a pretty tempting offer. And the way his palm keeps tickling my skin makes me want him all the more.

“Three?” I venture, my heart racing.

I can almost feel his smile in the way he massages my flesh. “Don’t move,” he reminds me darkly.

His hand lifts, and my insides turn to mush as my anticipation leaves me a quaking mess. I squeal as his palm connects with my fresh butt cheek, but this time, it doesn’t hurt as bad. Probably because I was expecting it.

In fact, as soon as the smarting burn subsides, an aching intensity trickles into my core. Suddenly, I’m intensely aroused. I never imagined I could want to be spanked, but as Leo lifts his hand again, a throbbing anticipation replaces my anxiety.

I whimper when his hand finds the same spot on my first butt cheek, and I shudder violently in my effort to hold perfectly still. But rather than trying to run away from the punishment, I find myself dangerously close to rocking back against him.

“God, you’re so fucking sexy,” he growls. “You like it when I spank you, don’t you?”

A soft mewl issues from my lips, and my cheeks flame to admit it. But yes, I definitely like it.

“You didn’t answer me, pet,” he warns. Rather than punishing me, though, he stroked two fingers between my folds. “Fuck, Tia,” he groans.

I know. I’m practically dripping, I’m so turned on.

“I think I might just make you come if I spank you again,” he teases, his voice laced with anticipation. “You ready, my pet?”

“Yes,” I breathe, quivering with need.

He kneads my flesh as if warming me up for the next spanking, and when his palm vanishes, my heart skips a beat. The sound of flesh on flesh is sinfully exciting, and to my utter astonishment, the pain that lances through me blasts inside my core.

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