Page 46 of The Forbidden Trio

Good girl.”

Oh, it made her shiver, hearing those words as she knelt for him, her breasts pressed into his shoulder.

He grabbed her big sea sponge and squeezed it, letting the hot water run over her back, plastering her long hair to her body. It felt so good—the water, being so close to him, the wicked anticipation of what was to come.

He moved the sponge over her buttocks, dipped down under the water to run it between her thighs, making her moan. She pressed her cheek to his, and he turned to nibble on her earlobe, kissing, sucking, biting. He moved the sponge back and forth over her aching slit, her swollen clitoris.

“Oh, yeah. You’re ready for me again, aren’t you, baby? And I need to fuck you again, to slide my cock inside your hot little body. Like this.”

He dropped the sponge and pressed two fingers inside her. She gasped as desire pierced her body.

“Oh… yes.”

He slid his fingers from her. “But first I promised you a spanking, didn’t I? Come here, baby. Press close to me.”

He helped her shift her knees so that all her weight rested against him. He brought the sponge up to squeeze the warm water over her, did it again, warming and wetting her skin. She heard the sponge drop back into the water a split second before the first spank. “Oh!”

It stung just a little. It felt amazing.

“Good, baby?”

“Yes. So good.”

He smacked her ass again, the water making it sting like mad.

When she squirmed, he wrapped his other arm around her, holding her still. “Good?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me,” he demanded, smacking her again, harder this time.

“Ah… it’s like… the pain is intense, but it stays right on the surface.”

“Can you take more?”

“Oh, yes…”

He ran his hand between her thighs, pressing against her clit, then slipping between her pussy lips. She arched her hips, but he wouldn’t put his teasing fingers inside her. Instead, he spanked her again, then over and over, harder and harder, a quick volley she couldn’t escape with his arm holding her so damn tight she could barely breathe. But she loved it—every sensation. The pain and the pleasure. His strength commanding her. Dominating her.

Soon the pain became too intense, and as if he could read her mind—or maybe he was reading her body—he stopped and plunged his fingers inside her.

“Ah! Yes, yes…”

“Good girl. My baby,” he murmured as he thrust into her, curving his fingers to catch her g-spot.

Pleasure suffused her, everything coming together in her head: his surging fingers, the warm, silky water, her ass still stinging like crazy, knowing it washim.

“Move with me now, Janie,” he told her.

Freed by his permission, she ground her hips into his hand, beginning to pant as another climax bore down on her like a wall of pleasure. And as she came in his arms he spanked her again, just enough to make sensation spiral even higher.

“Ah, God, Cole!”

When it was over, he pulled her down into the water with him, cradled her head on his chest, kissing her cheek, pulling her hand to his mouth to kiss her fingers.

She felt wrung out, but in the most lovely way. Her body, her mind, were buzzing.

When was the last time she’d felt this sense of willingness? Of abandon? Of connection? Never with anyone but him. She only hoped this sense of coming home wasn’t some universal joke that would come crashing down around her.

---