Grabbing her hand, I lead her further into my room, stopping at the ottoman that sits at the foot of the bed. Once I’m seated, I tap my upper thigh with an open palm.
“Lay across my legs, sweetheart.” She does as I ask without a fight, but when my hand moves to caress her soft flesh, she stiffens slightly. “Relax.”
She glances up at me from over her shoulder. “Is it going to hurt?”
“It’s punishment, Delilah, so it won’t tickle, but I’ll do my best to make it as pleasurable as possible.”
“The pleasurable part I’m down for.”
I chuckle as my hand massages one of her peachy, round cheeks before moving to the other. “If it gets too much, just say the word and I’ll stop.”
“What word?”
“Any word you like.”
“Like a safe word?”
“If that’s what you need.”
“Umm … okay, I choose sock.”
“Sock?” I ask, cocking a brow.
“Yes, your feet were the first thing I saw when I looked down.”
“Sock it is,” I say, shaking my head as I lift my hand and prepare for my first strike. “Relax,” I repeat when she clenches her glutes in preparation.
“That’s easy for you to say. You’re not the one about to get hit.”
“I’m going to spank you, sweetheart, not hit you. There’s a difference. If you relax, you might even enjoy it.”
She glances over her shoulder again. “How experienced are you at this spanking thing?”
“How would you feel if I told you I was winging it?”
“What?” she gasps. “You said you neverwinganything.”
Chuckling, I ignore her mini freakout. How hard can it be?
“Spread your legs a little.”
Despite her hesitance, she does as I command. To reward her, I use the tip of my finger to follow the line of string that disappears between her sweet cheeks and continue south until I reach her pleasure spot. I don’t dip inside the lace, but I stay there for a beat to warm her up, moving my digit in a circular motion.
When she starts to wither and whimper on my lap, I move the rest of my hand between her legs and lightly spank her clit. She moans, and my cock is so hard it’s threatening to bust through the zipper of my trousers.
I continue to do this, alternating between lightly tapping her clit and massaging her arse. Only when I feel she’s ready do I make my first strike.
The force of my hand connecting with her skin echoes through the room, but I don’t miss her audible squeak. Her flesh has now turned pink with my distinct handprint, and my cock leaks pre-cum at the sight. I’ve never done this before, but I can see the appeal. If I’m not mistaken, Delilah is just as turned on as I am.
This time, I take it a step further, moving under the fabric of her G-string, and when I feel how wet she is, I groan.She is most definitely enjoying this.
I dip the tip of one finger inside her, and she widens her legs further, encouraging me to go deeper. I accommodate her immediately, swirling my digit in a circular motion as I sink all the way to my knuckle. When shebucks her hips, I add another, crooking them to stimulate her G-spot. Within seconds, I feel her muscles tighten, so I know she’s close.
I lift my other hand. It connects with another loud crack, and instead of a squeak, she moans as she falls over the edge. Her inner walls contract around my fingers and I almost lose my load …again.
This woman is my weakness.
I can only hope she’s not my undoing.