Page 32 of Addiction

He’d been spanking her for some time already, her coloring ass a testament to how many swats she’d taken, but Ella had been stoic as she received the strikes. Barely a whimper had left her lips in that time, but he’d noticed the way her hands had balled into small fists by her face. She was finding the onslaught every bit as grueling as he’d imagined she would, but she wasn’t letting it show.

“It hurts.” She pushed the words out in one long rush of air. “Thank you, sir.”

His brow rose at the expression of gratitude. The fact he hadn’t demanded it meant he appreciated it all the more.

“You’re welcome.” He squeezed the orbs of her behind gently. “I know you didn’t mean to offend me with your quip about the cabin, but…” He hesitated, trying to decide how to best articulate his viewpoint. “That place means a lot to me.”

“I know.” She squeaked from over his lap. “I understand that now.”

“How hard are you finding the swats?” Tucker hadn’t been holding back, and his throbbing cock was desperate to discover if she’d found the strikes as alluring as he had. Brushing his fingers over her heated cheeks, he dipped between them and skimmed a line over her labia. Just as he’d hoped, her lips were damp with need.

Fuck.

He pulled in air as his fingertips teased her, fucking her in a deliberate and measured way.

“Oh God.” She panted at his intrusion, her raspy voice communicating how much she wanted him.

“That was a question, little girl.” He adored how much his discipline aroused her. Tucker hadn’t believed he’d ever meet a woman who was so warmed by his natural proclivity. “On a scale of one to ten, how hard are you finding this?” His dick strained beneath his towel, ensuring they both knew how hard he was finding it.

“Eight.” She pulled in a shaky breath as his fingers withdrew. “I know you’re trying to send me a message, sir, but they hurt a lot.”

“Okay.” A pang of guilt resonated despite the way she stimulated him. It was an emotion only Ella seemed able to evoke. “I hear you, and I see your cute ass needs a rest, so we’ll wrap this up.”

“How many more, sir?” She turned her head to reveal her flaming face.

“Good question.” He massaged her ass cheeks roughly as he mused aloud. It was a liberty he didn’t need to take, but he enjoyed it just the same. “How about I reduce the number to five with your new favorite implement?” His attention darted to the hard, plastic brush at his side.

“The brush?” She clenched over him, twisting to try to catch his gaze.

“Yes, the brush.” He met her wide-eyed stare with a smirk. “It was your idea, little girl.”

“I didn’t mean it.” Desperation flickered in her gorgeous green eyes. “Please don’t use that thing!”

His cock lengthened further at her pleading tone, and fleetingly, he wondered if she realized how much her anxiety was turning him on.

“There will only be five.” He slowed his words, spearing her with what he hoped would be a reassuring look. “You can take them, Ella, then I promise you pleasure.”

Her lips parted at his vow, and he swore he could see the deliberation in her eyes as she considered his bargain. Stroking her backside, he accepted that was what this was—a negotiation. She was still his, but the days he could compel her with ropes and intimidation were gone. Ella was in his penthouse because she wanted to be; she was stretched over him for the spanking because she sought the punishment. Everything from this point on had an air of consent that had previously been missing.

“Only five, sir?” She sounded breathless.

“Five,” he confirmed with a small nod. “And I want you to know this isn’t about hurting you, little girl. I know you love this, and I want to push your boundaries and see how far we can go.”

Rising to her elbows, she turned to face the sofa again. “Okay.” Her ass clenched under his palm at her admission. “I’ll take them, sir.”

A swell of pride mushroomed inside him as he folded over her and planted a kiss on her rosy behind. He’d expected gratification at her capitulation but not the rising emotion at this latest acquiescence. The fact he’d been able to talk her around with such little fuss conveyed just how far they’d come in such a short space of time. The wildcat he’d known in the forest would have scratched and clawed to avoid such a penance.

“Good girl.” Rising over her, he grasped the handle of the brush and eyed the base. Rectangular and comprised entirely of plastic, he suspected it could do some serious damage if he didn’t use sufficient levels of care. “I’ll count them, but you will continue to thank me.”

She gulped at his verdict, pressing her pretty features into the cushion and apparently, bracing for what was to come. He lifted the brush, grazing its flat surface along the back of her thighs on the way to its destination. Her gasp was scarcely audible when he finally commanded it from her skin.

“One.”

He only gave her a few seconds before the brush landed against the curve of her ass, the impact provoking a delicious ripple across the expanse of her tempting backside. He didn’t use as much force as his palm had delivered, his attention turning to her face as he awaited her verdict on the strike.

“Fuck.” She spat the word into the couch, her feet rising at the shock. He allowed her a moment, watching as the tension eased from her shoulders, suggesting the swat wasn’t more than she could bear. “Thank you, sir.”

“Good girl.” His free hand moved to the small of her back, stroking small, circular caresses onto her skin as he raised the brush again. “Here comes two.”

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