Page 61 of Dizzy

“Are you sure?”

“Yup.”

He moves to stand behind me and grabs my waist, rotating me gently and urging me to bend back over with his heavy palm on my back. I let him move me. He makes a hum of pure appreciation as he pushes my shirt up as high as it’ll go, and his fingers trip down my spine. I warm head to toe.

“Spread your legs.” He steps back for a better view.

I flashback to the room at the clubhouse as I edge my feet apart, opening myself to his gaze.

He didn’t touch me that day. He’s definitely gonna touch me now. Are we gonna fuck after? Are we gonna kiss? I really want to kiss some more. I glance over my shoulder, try to read his face.

“Eyes straight ahead,” he orders.

I obey. My hair falls in a dark curtain around my face like blinders blocking him out. He bends over me, gathers it gently, and then drapes it over one shoulder. I’m not hidden now. He can see my face. I can catch his movements in the periphery.

Tingles dance across my skin.

“Now put your hands on your ass. Spread your cheeks.”

No way. I can’t. He’ll see my asshole. And how wet I am.

“You just earned yourself another one. Spread, Fay-Lee.”

I gulp, lean forward and rest my chest on the comforter, and grab my ass. He groans. “Wider.”

I pull forward, squeezing my eyes shut. He can see everything. And the way I’m pulsing, he can probably see my channel contracting on air, hungry for cock.

He approaches, slowly. I can sense him. Hear him. But I can’t see him. He clicks on the TV and turns up the volume. Some car show.

I tense, brace myself for a smack.

Instead he eases my hands back to the bed and cups my ass, rubbing, pressing his thumbs into the base of my spine, massaging away the fading ache from sleeping on the ground.

I moan. It feels amazing.

“I’m gonna make you feel good, baby,” he whispers, like it’s a secret. “In the end, you’re gonna cum so hard.”

My hearts falls, just a little. Does that mean he’s not gonna spank me?

And then his hand falls on my ass. Hard. Really, really hard. I yelp. My hand flies back. He catches it mid-air, returns it to the comforter.

“You get another one for that. Don’t move. Take it like a good girl.”

My pussy spasms. My left ass cheek burns, and I’m bracing for an impact, and every second of anticipation cranks the dial on my excitement.

Crack.

I sway. “Hey!” He hit me on the same cheek! Unfair.

“That’s two more. You don’t say ‘hey.’ You’re not the one in charge here.”

He nails me two more times on the exact same cheek. It’s beyond a burn now. It hurts. My eyes are tingling. Am I gonna cry? I never cry.

He lays down another wallop on my right side. Somehow this one’s worse. I gasp.

“You were naughty, weren’t you?”

He grabs my ass, digs his fingers into the hot flesh. Ouch, ouch, ouch. I cry out. “Yes!”

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