Page 28 of Obsession

“I’ve always thought a spanking involved taking a woman over my knee, but this little girl, this is only a punishment.”

“For what?” Her question was almost lost in the three fresh strikes he landed, each delivered directly to her sex. Her lips parted at the power of the strikes, yet she couldn’t say she disliked them. On the contrary, the heat growing there only fueled her perverse fire, and if she wasn’t mistaken, her arousal would be evident on his palm.

God help me.

Biting down on her lip, she supposed she should be ashamed to find the spanking so arousing, but as though the cloud of passion thickened around her, the thought was lost. There was no audience there to judge, and who cared what he thought of her? He was the one who’d put her in this terrible situation. This was all on him. As if her hips sought to prove the point, they pushed back in his direction, begging for more.

“You can’t punish me for moving my hands!” Her tone was husky, demonstrating her appreciation of his blasted punishment. “There were no rules.”

“Don’t be silly, little girl.” Glee radiated in his voice. “There are always rules.”

Tucker pushed her nearest ankle wider and guided both of her feet away from the bed. She shuffled backward, her breaths coming faster as she complied. The movement meant she had to hinge at the hips and forced her ass out for his undivided attention.

Wasn’t that what I wanted?

She’d sought more of his swats but wondered how long she could maintain the pose before her lower back started to complain.

“I told you right from the beginning that I’m in charge.” His voice rang out from behind her.

“Right.” She hoped he wouldn’t make her pay for her sarcasm-laced voice.

Who am I kidding? She hiked in a breath, her lips twitching. Of course, he’ll make me pay.

“I suggest you take your punishment.”

Multiple blows rained down on her backside, stealing her breath. She noticed the way he seemed to cover every inch of her exposed behind, his palm finally pausing over her pussy. Her throat dried at the power of the strikes. They hurt like hell, but she had to admit, each swat elicited something better. Her clit tingled at the impacts, pleading for the same attention as her need pooled as arousal between her thighs. Before she knew it, breathy groans were coming from her mouth.

I want this. Somehow, it still came as a surprise to her. I don’t understand why, but I do.

“Good girl.”

She clenched at his praise, knowing she shouldn’t like it, yet all too aware that she did. Whatever this new stimulation was, it revolved around the way his belittling of her turned her on.

I’m a freak.

She didn’t have a retort to the judgment, but as his palm peppered her pussy, she was left in little doubt. It was true. She enjoyed having her sex spanked and liked the binds, even though she’d never sought them. She dreaded to think how she’d reconcile the experience, but Ella was reveling in the degrading spanking.

I don’t deserve this. She blew out a breath. But I want more of it.

“Oh!” She arched her back, confused and desperate for more. “Why is this so good?”

“It shouldn’t be ‘good,’ little girl.”

It sounded as though he was suppressing laughter.

Bastard.

She gritted her teeth at the humiliation, knowing it would likely only amplify her need. He got to treat her this way, and her passionate response meant she couldn’t even honestly rebuke him.

“It’s supposed to hurt, remember?” One finger slid between her wet lips as he swatted her, taunting her with the promise of more pleasure to come, and even though she might try to deny it, they both knew the possibility was enough to earn her compliance.

“It does, sir.” She attempted to grasp the wooden bedstead, but the blasted binds he’d used put strain on her wrists as she tried. “And this position is the worst. My back is killing me.”

“Excellent.” He picked up the pace as his palm swatted her, each smack faster and harder than the last.

Her eyes fluttered closed as she suffered through the onslaught. If Ella didn’t know better, much more of this might topple her into another amazing orgasm. She certainly hoped so. She could almost lose herself to the perverse rhythm, but his voice held her back from the edge.

“I want it to hurt.”

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