Page 83 of Loco

“You either trust me, or you don’t.”

Loco had just spent the last five minutes explaining the scheme he’d concocted to get Leslie to move on by showing her that he wasn’t interested in her, since words alone hadn’t worked. He was tired of her showing up wherever he was, and he knew that actions sometimes spoke louder than words. When I’d told him that he could have used me to make Leslie jealous, his explanation as to why he hadn’t had made sense. The more women she saw him with, the better. When I’d thought back to what she had said to me in the restroom I knew that he’d been right, but seeing him in such an intimate position with Lulu had still hurt.

“I believe you.”

Loco looked relieved. “Thank fuck you didn’t jump to conclusions, baby.”

Oh, if he only knew!

“I do shit for a good reason. The hurt I saw in your eyes gutted me, and I’m making you a promise here and now that I’ll never hurt you on purpose. You’re too fucking important to me.” We were sitting on the edge of his bed, and he cupped my cheek. “You’re the only woman I want.”

I smiled for the first time since I’d opened his bedroom door and saw him against Lulu. We leaned in at the same time and kissed, and then I pulled back when an unwelcome image came to mind. “You didn’t kiss Lulu, did you?”

He shook his head. “You’re the only woman I want to kiss. And for the record, I’ve never kissed Lulu.”

That was hard to believe, but I took his word for it. “So, um, you just kind of pinned her to the wall?” I was stupid for wanting details. That image alone caused my jealousy to spike.

“Want me to show you?”

I didn’t like his wolfish grin. Did I? Probably not, but I nodded anyway, a glutton for punishment. Loco leaned forward until he was nuzzling the side of my neck, while his hand went to my bare knee and slowly moved up the outside of my thigh beneath my skirt, and then stopped. Damn! He was making me hot when I wanted to be mad that he’d actually touched Lulu. But then I calmed myself down. When he did nothing further, I asked, “That’s it?”

“That’s it, darlin’.” His hand moved, and his fingers began to skim up my thigh between my legs, and I felt myself getting wet. “Want to know what I was thinking when I was with Lulu?”

I caught my breath when his finger flicked over my pussy.

Did I want to know? I didn’t respond, but he told me anyway.

“That she wasn’t you.”

He kissed me tenderly, taking his time to explore my mouth, which was so unlike him. When he thrust his tongue against mine, it called up the feeling of another part of his body thrusting into mine. I moaned at the feelings rushing through me that were brought on just from his kiss alone. He sucked and nibbled on my bottom lip until it felt swollen and tender, while his finger flicked over my pussy.

It was too little, but made me feel so much.

It wasn’t enough.

“Feel good, baby?” he mumbled against my lips.

I nodded with a sigh of contentment. “Very good.” I wanted him to keep doing it.

“Good.” Something in the way he muttered that single word against my mouth sent up warning signals. “Think about how good it felt while I’m tanning your sweet ass.”

My smile vanished instantly. What? I couldn’t have heard him correctly. Loco didn’t give me a chance to digest his words. When he moved it was fast and precise. Before I knew it, I found myself across his lap, my skirt up and my panties down. “Loco!” I began to squirm in anticipation of his first slap. I wasn’t sure if he was playing or serious.

“This has been a long time coming, darlin’. I let you get away with calling me ‘lover boy’ one too many times.”

His first slap came down on my bare bottom, and I laughed when I realized it was just a test slap to determine how hard I could take it. I realized as soon as the second slap hit my other cheek with a force that caused me to gasp that laughing had been a mistake. After that I began to tense up, but it didn’t matter. Loco adjusted the force of his slaps to suit himself and punish me the most. It wasn’t long before I was crying out with each stinging slap and wiggling to get off his lap.

“Damnit, Loco!” I hissed. “My ass is on fire!” I complained. I brought my hands back to cover the smarting flesh, but he easily slapped them away. “Ouch! Damn you!”

His laugh revealed that he didn’t care. “It’s occurred to me that I need to back up my bark more often.”Slap!“This punishment is for calling me ‘lover boy.’”Slap!“But I’m seriously thinking about extending it to cover all the times you’ve rolled your eyes at me.”Slap!

“You wouldn’t!”

Slap!“Don’t temp me.”

I’d almost managed to wiggle off onto the floor, but he quickly draped his arm across my waist to hold me in place. He alternated cheeks, but it was at the point that it no longer mattered. I hadn’t been exaggerating when I’d said that my ass felt like it was on fire. My flesh had to be scarlet with his handprints, and the burning pain caused tears to flood my eyes. I bit my bottom lip to keep from sobbing, and a different sound escaped me when Loco began to run his hand over my bottom after each hit as if to soothe the pain away.

I wasn’t sure when everything started to change. When the pain turned to pleasure. The kind of pain you craved, because it felt good at the same time. My lower body had suddenly come alive with feeling. Loco’s slaps had lightened up a little, and had turned into rough caresses that soothed and stimulated. My sobs turned to moans and whimpers, and I no longer wanted to escape him. Soon I noticed that the sting had traveled to my clit, which in turn began to throb with arousal. My pussy was buzzing, too and felt suspiciously wet down there.

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