Page 9 of His to Keep
Gio chuckles. “You’re cute when you’re pissed, kitten.”
Kitten?Though I don’t hate the nickname, I scowl because I won’t let him distract me from my irritation.
“Get used to it. I have a feeling it will be my predominant mood when you’re around.”
“It’s better than fear,” Gio says. “I like that you’re not afraid of me.”
His words catch me off guard because I realize he’s right. For the first time in years, I don’t feel as if I need to hold myself in check. My heart may beat more rapidly in his presence, but it’s not because I’m scared. It’s something entirely different.
I don’t have time to work out why I’m safe with Gio because the prick draws back his hand and smacks my ass.
“Ow! That hurt.” It was more surprising than painful, but I’m not about to let him know that. I don’t want to give him ideas about spanking me harder.
“Well, you’d better prepare yourself, kitten, because I’ve only just started.”
Strike number two lands on the least fleshy part of my left ass cheek, and the crack of Gio’s hand seems to ricochet off the walls. I gasp, but the initial pain quickly mellows to create a warm glow on my skin.
Gio delivers his punishment with ruthless efficiency, peppering blows over every inch of my bottom. I cry out as the pain intensifies each time his palm makes contact with my tender backside.
The warmth I found pleasant to begin with morphs into an uncomfortable prickling heat. My ass stings, but it’s what the spanking does to my insides that makes me want this to stop. With each fresh blow, my arousal grows. Restlessness sweeps over me. I wiggle my hips, trying to ease the ache at my core.
“Have you been spanked before?” Gio’s tone is casual, as if this whole situation is perfectly normal.
“No, I haven’t.”
“Hmm.” He hits me hard across both butt cheeks, making me yelp. “You’re taking it well for your first time.”
As he pauses, I take the opportunity to twist my body around so I can look at him. “Have you spanked someone before?”
He shakes his head. “No.”
“Well, you have a genuine talent for it.”
Gio grins. “I knew you were enjoying this.” He dips a hand between my legs. “Let’s see how much.”
I suck in a breath as he runs a finger along my pussy, teasing me with a feather-light touch. He plays with my clit, gently circling the swollen bud with his thumb. Moaning deeply, I dance up onmy toes. The sensations simmering inside me are intense, but I don’t quite get to where I need to be.
I obviously take him by surprise when I push myself up off his knee because he doesn’t try to stop me. Before I lose my courage, I strip off my dress and toss it aside. I wasn’t wearing a bra, so I’m completely naked. Since Jasmine Henry started controlling everything I ate, I’ve lost weight, so I’m thinner than I’d like, but the appreciative gleam in Gio’s eye tells me he hasn’t noticed.
Straddling his thighs, I wrap my hand around the back of his neck and press my lips to his. My kiss is clumsy. I haven’t done this for a long time and I’m unsure of myself. Impatience drives me to take his mouth too harshly. This doesn’t feel good, but I don’t know how to stop.
Fortunately, Gio is more in command of himself than I am. He takes control, gentling the kiss. He slows the pace, his tongue caressing mine. Rubbing his hands up and down my arms, he soothes whatever frantic impulse took hold of me. As he gradually deepens the kiss, I melt against his body. Gio groans as I stroke the back of his neck. I guess he likes that.
Drawing back from him, I murmur, “I want you.”
Gio furrows his brow as I grind my hips, rubbing against his rigid cock. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” There’s not a hint of hesitation in my voice. I don’t know why, but I need this more than my next breath.
Maybe I’m driven by the desire to take back control after years of living with harsh restrictions. Now is not the time to examine my motivations. Perhaps it’s not that deep. Gio is hot and that spanking he delivered got me all worked up. It’s animal instinct and nothing more.
I squeal and tighten my arms around Gio’s neck as he surges to his feet. Our mouths come together again, this time in a furious kiss as we each battle for control. My heart pounds as Gio carries me across the kitchen and sets me down on the edge of the dining table.
Pushing down his sweats and boxer shorts, he frees his cock. Like the rest of him, it’s impressive. Long and thick, it juts out from his body. A prominent blue vein runs along the underside, and I imagine myself licking it. There’s no time for foreplay right now. Our need is too urgent.
I lie back and raise my arms over my head, enjoying the coolness of the polished wooden table beneath my somewhat overheated body. I spread my legs wide to accommodate Gio as he steps closer.
“Is this your first time?” he asks.
