Page 59 of Made For Ruin

I set a steady rhythm, alternating cheeks, savoring each breathy count and whimper that falls from her lips. By the time we reach eight, she’s writhing shamelessly, grinding her pussy against my leg, seeking friction.

“None of that, baby,” I scold mildly, stilling her hips with my free hand. “You’ll come when I let you and not before.”

She whines in the back of her throat but obediently stills, her hands fisting in the couch cushions.

I reward her with a particularly sharp spank, watching in satisfaction as she arches and cries out, “Nine!”

Her ass is a beautiful shade of pink now, warm and sensitive under my palm as I soothe the tender skin. I can feel her body reacting, her arousal dampening my jeans, her breathing growing more and more labored with each count.

“Thirteen! Fourteen!” She’s practically sobbing by the end, her voice high and tight, her entire body wound up like a coil ready to spring.

I pause, rubbing my hand over her thoroughly spanked ass, waiting until her breathing evens out a bit. Then, I raise my hand and deliver the final blow, putting a bit of extra force behind it.

The sharp crack rings out in the room and Lainey jerks hard, a choked cry falling from her lips.

“Fifteen,” she sobs out. Her body is shaking now and sweat mists her flushed skin.

“That’s my good girl,” I praise as I caress her pink, heated flesh. “You took your punishment so well, baby. I’m proud of you.”

She lets out a shuddering breath and goes limp over my lap, all the tension draining from her muscles. I keep stroking her sensitive skin, gentling her as she floats in that blissful post-spanking headspace.

“Color?” I check in, needing to be sure.

“Green,” she mumbles, her voice hazy and content. “So green.”

I smile, warmth and affection unfurling in my chest.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” I murmur reverently, trailing my fingers up the dip of her spine. “My strong, gorgeous girl. You’re perfect.”

She hums softly and nuzzles into the couch cushion, basking in the praise. I give her a moment to float, knowing she needs to come down a bit.

But my own need is like a living thing inside me, hot and urgent, demanding to lay claim to what’s mine. My cock is painfully hard, pressing insistently against her belly.

I slip my hand between her thighs, groaning when I find her absolutely drenched.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so wet.” I circle her swollen clit, making her hips twitch. “You liked that, didn’t you? Having your ass spanked red, knowing you’re going to feel me every time you sit down tomorrow?”

“Yes,” she sighs.

My cock throbs at her admission, at the desperation in her voice. I circle her clit with the pads of my fingers, making hergasp and buck against my hand. “Do you want to come, baby? Have you earned it?”

“Please,” she begs shamelessly, grinding against my touch. “Please, I need it. I’ll be good, I promise.”

I chuckle darkly and withdraw my hand, ignoring her bereft whine.

“We’ll see about that. Up.”

She scrambles off my lap on shaky legs, looking at me with lust-hazed eyes. I stand and grab her by the hips, turning her to face the couch.

“Bend over.”

Lainey braces her elbows on the back of the couch, arching so her spanked ass is on perfect display. I kick her feet apart and step between her spread thighs, running my hands reverently over her body.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” I growl, gripping handfuls of her sweet ass. “Can’t believe you’re mine.”

With one hard thrust, I bury myself to the hilt inside her, groaning at the tight clench of her pussy around me. Lainey cries out, her back bowing as her hands scrabble for purchase on the leather.

I set a punishing pace, snapping my hips against her sore ass with every stroke.

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