Page 21 of Crave

“What?”

“Do you understand what we’re doing here?”

I waited for the sign to see if I should back up a bit or keep pushing. Damned if she didn’t give me a smug smile. “I’m not an idiot. I know exactly what we’re doing.” My breath loosened as I snapped back into our play. “I’m also not going to meekly bow before you just because you said so.”

“Yeah, you will. If I tell you. Maybe it’s time I teach you that lesson so you don’t forget it.”

I moved quick, grabbing her around the waist and lifting her high. She gave a cute little squeak but I had to use her surprise for my own benefit. In seconds, I tipped her over so she lost her balance, then used the momentum to topple her onto the bed. She didn’t have time to struggle before I’d dragged her into my lap so her head was hanging low to the floor, and her stomach was balanced on my knees. Using my hands to secure her kicking legs, I pinned her in perfect position for a good old-fashioned spanking.

“You will not!” she screamed, but her voice came out hoarse from the hours of dancing and yelling in the club.

I grinned. “Oh, I will. And I’ll enjoy every moment. Now, this is the way it’s going to go. I’ll give you one hard swat for each time you disrespected me tonight.” I caressed her perky ass, which trembled underneath my touch. I wondered if she’d ever been spanked. If not, it was a tragedy I’d soon correct.

“You were the one all over that slut! I’m the one who should be punishing you—you, you, dickhead!”

I clucked under my tongue, then pushed up her skirt. She wore a red lacy thong and I knew she’d worn it for me. God, she was so damn perfect. I loved the outraged cries she let out as she fought me hard, but I easily held her easily. I double checked to make sure she wasn’t tipsy enough to get bed spins or nauseous. Her face was flushed, enraged, and healthy for now. “If you start to feel sick, tell me and I’ll stop. If you get really scared, tell me and I’ll stop.” She stilled completely, even her breath freezing in her lungs. “But if you’re pissed off, or a bit sore or have a need to whine, you are not allowed to tell me to stop. Do you understand me, Landon?”

I waited. Until I knew every single telltale sign of her face and body; until I knew her mind better than my own, I needed to have these check ins.

Silence. I waited. “Yes.”

“Good girl. Now you’ll be punished like the bad girl you were.” I noticed every time I said the word punish, a little tremble shook through her. I cupped my hand over her pussy and hissed out a curse. “You’re dripping for me.”

“It’s sweat, asshole. I’ve been dancing all night.”

“Oh, good, another swat for lying.”

“Fucker!”

“Keep going, my hand won’t get sore for a while.” She shrieked with outrage as I stripped those tiny panties off her and threw them on the floor. She was gloriously naked from the waist down. Her hair fell around her face in a rich blonde curtain, and her fingers tried to scrabble to get leverage from the floor but she was a few inches too short.

Exactly what I needed.

I rubbed her ass, enjoying the smooth, rich curves while she tried to wriggle back and forth to escape. “Would you like to count or shall I?”

“Asswipe!”

“Okay, I’ll count. One.” I brought my hand down firmly, testing her threshold. The sound of her breath hissing from her lips was total surprise, so I waited her out until she re-connected with what was happening to her body. “Two.” Another firm slap on the other cheek. The same hiss of breath. She clenched up in automatic defense, then slowly relaxed. “Three.” I hit dead center.

“Stop!”

I paused. Then slid my hand between her legs, my fingers delving into her hot, drenched, sweet pussy that clutched at me greedily, asking for more.

“You’re a liar, Landon. You’re body’s begging for more. Did you mean stop?”

“I—I?—”

“Sweetheart, let’s do it this way. Your safe word is red. You say red, I stop immediately. Do you agree?”

Stubborn silence. I teased her clit and she let out a little cry. “Yes! I agree.”

“I’m not going to listen to stop anymore. Do you understand?”

“I said yes, asshole!”

“That’ll tack on a few more. Let’s start over. One.”

She screamed my name as I spanked her but she never said red. With each hit, I built a bit more force, playing with her pain edge to see if she liked a super light level or a bit more. After a few hard smacks that left a satisfying red mark, I sunk three fingers into her tight pussy and her hips worked back and forth, begging me shamelessly for more.

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