Page 52 of The Power Play

I laugh, “Don’t worry, I won’t. Your turn.”

I can tell he’s thinking about his question and when his eyes drift back to the table I see him warring with himself on what to say. I want to help him, but also kind of want him to squirm.

“What…um, so how do these all work?” he asks, nervously.

“Is that the question you’re going with?” I smirk.

“I guess so. I mean I’ve seen you use them on cam before on yourself, but I’ve never used them or anything like this.”

Why is his innocence kind of cute?Is that wrong of me?I don’t care if it is.

“Do you want to try any of them?” I nudge.

He picks up the paddle with a heart cut out, “I don’t know. You like this?”

I nod, “I can try it on you so you can see how it feels then you can try it on me. Of course, this still counts as a part of the game.”

He swallows roughly, “Okay.”

I smile, “Okay, lay on your chest.” I move off the couch to make room for his tall body. He hesitates for a couple of seconds before moving to the position I asked him to be in. “I’m not going to do it hard, just enough for you to feel the sting. And I’ll only do it a couple times.”

He nods, and I can feel how nervous he is. I balance myself on my knees, positioned outside both his thighs before bringing the paddle down on his backside He jerks forward slightly but doesn’t make a sound.

“How did that feel?” I ask, gauging his reaction.

“Not as bad as I thought it would,” he murmurs.

“I’m just going to do two more, okay?”

“Okay.”

I bring the next one down slightly harder, and I hear a muffled groan into the couch cushion that makes me smile. Then, I do it one more time and I feel the way he grinds into the couch after the final hit.

Moving off his thighs, he flips over and looks at me with a slight flush to his cheeks, and a very obvious erection in his boxers.

“Did you like it?” I ask, already knowing the answer.

“Is it weird to say yes?”

I shake my head with a giggle, “No of course not. I love it. Still want to try it on me?”

He nods, sitting up fully so I take advantage of his position and drape myself over his lap because I want to make sure he feels the way I grind against his leg with each blow he’s going to give me.

I hand him the paddle from over my shoulder and give him a sly grin, “Don’t worry about hurting me, you don’t have to hold back.”

I don’t like gentle, and I would hope he takes what I’m saying seriously and gives me exactly what I want. His hand runs along the exposed skin on my ass that the lingerie doesn’t cover and the feeling of his warm callused hand has me shivering.

He removes his hand and brings down the paddle so hard I jerk forward against him and an uncontrolled moan slips from my throat.

“Was that okay?” he asks, cautiously.

“So good. Again.”

He does just that, bringing it back down near the same spot and I know my skin is already turning pink for him. I grind against his leg, wanting some friction because there is nothing better than the bite of pain to go along with pleasure.

After three strikes against me, he stops and I want to beg him for more, but I also know that it won’t take more before I’m humping his leg like a crazed animal so it’s probably for the best to stop.

I sit back on the couch, and pretend like I’m not totally and completely affected by what we just did. Neither of us sayanything. We just look at each other. I’m trying to control my breathing and not make it obvious how I’m clenching my thighs together.

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