Page 18 of His to Take

Not only was he rock hard, but he was also enormous. Were penises supposed to be that big? Physiologically, I knew how sex worked. In practice though, I had no actual experience, andI simply could not fathom how something that large would fit inside a human female.

Fearful arousal coursed through me.

Lightly, he slapped my bottom and the sharp sound of it was enough to break me out of my thoughts. I focused again on the bare state of my ass and the way I was pinned so helplessly over his lap.

I was about to experience something that I had only read about in books.

“I’m going to enjoy spanking this bare bottom until it is bright red, little girl,” he promised.

I pressed my hands over my face, wanting to hide even though I knew he couldn’t see me. With a deep breath, I waited, nervous and anxious and so aroused that I could hardly stand it.

He smacked my left cheek. It was much louder, and I realized that it had been much firmer than that first spank. The resulting sting was stronger this time and I bit my lip. When he spanked my right side, I was more prepared for the painful sensation, breathing out in a surprised gasp as a surge of desire soon followed.

When he smacked the left side again, I whimpered nervously.

The sting was stronger, building on the last one. At first, he spanked me slowly and steadily, taking a moment in between each one to rub his palm over my heated flesh. Occasionally, his fingers would glance along the wetness on my thighs, but they never dipped to touch my clit like I wanted them to.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t bear it.

In response to my silence, he spanked me harder, at least ten times in a row, much faster than before. Each one stung more than the last, and by the time he paused, I was breathless with stinging pain and rampant arousal. The ache quickly burned away, only to be replaced with overwhelming desire.

My clit pulsed greedily against his thigh. I shifted a bit, blushing when I realized that my movement ground my pussy against his thigh and my belly against his rock-hard shaft.

I wondered if he knew what that did to me.

“Do you feel how hard my cock is for you, naughty girl?”

I gasped at the crudeness of his words. Sure, I’d read such words in the past, but I’d never heard it spoken out loud. Then, his palm squeezed my bottom, reigniting the burning ache from my spanking. I couldn’t help myself as I arched back, lifting my bottom and hoping for more.

“When I ask you a question, I expect you to answer me. I see I’m going to have to be much firmer with you than I thought,” he observed, and my inner walls fluttered with excitement.

“Ryker,” I breathed, rocking my hips back and forth. A furious surge of desire flared through me, and I suddenly wanted him to spank me harder. I wanted this big strong man to teach me a lesson and punish me for my disobedience.

My clit throbbed with need.

His grip dug into my hip again and his palm lit into my bottom anew. I cried out, feeling like his hand had gotten harder somehow. He peppered my buttocks relentlessly, being sure tocover every inch from the tops of my cheeks to the crease where my ass met my thighs.

He unexpectedly angled my hips even higher, pausing before he struck the tops of my thighs. The sharp pain there was that much stronger, that much fiercer, and I cried out, but that didn’t stop him.

Not that I wanted it to, not yet.

There was nothing else in the world at that moment other than my bare flesh and his firm hand. It was consuming in a way that I hadn’t expected and even as I whimpered and moaned over his knee, I could feel myself growing wetter, needier with every passing second.

The burn was harsher than I’d expected, but not unbearable. It was shameful and embarrassing and arousing to be over a man’s knee like this, even more so because I was enjoying it. His hand was stinging, but sensual.

I squirmed against him, dragging my clit against the rough fabric of his pants. If he hadn’t known what I was doing before, there was no way he wouldn’t know now. My hips bucked lasciviously back and forth until I was close to the edge of orgasm once again.

The spanking turned harder, and I cried out. His hand punished the tops of my thighs and that hurt worse than all the rest. My toes drummed the floor, and he paused, running his hand over my hot flesh.

He slipped his fingers between my thighs, cupping my pussy, and I gasped.

“Bad girl. Did I say that you could make yourself come?” he asked.

My heart hammered in my chest.

“No,” I breathed.

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