Page 117 of Receiving His Mercy
Then he moved his hand to her left bottom cheek. Drawing it back, he smacked it.
“Ow!” she cried.
“Aww, poor baby. Did that hurt?” he asked.
“Yes,” she grumbled, turning to glare at him over her shoulder.
“Good. It’s meant to.” He gave another firm smack to her other cheek. Then he followed with several more before stopping to check in on her. Her cheeks were pink by this stage and so fucking gorgeous. “How are you doing, baby?”
“I’m good, Sir.”
He was surprised by how relaxed and almost dreamy she sounded. Was she slipping into subspace? He’d have to watch her closely if that was the case.
Poor baby really did need this.
“Good girl. Tell me how you’re feeling.”
“Good. Really, really, really good. Like I’m floating.”
“Green?” he asked. “Ready to keep going?”
“Yes, please, Sir. I want to keep going.”
“Such a brave girl. We’re just going to continue for a short time.” He wanted to take things a bit easy this first time that they were playing. Even if it wasn’t much. Hell, he hadn’t even tied her up.
How would tonight at the club go? Would she be feeling up to it after this?
Yeah. He shouldn’t spank her too much. Not if they wanted to play together tonight.
Although he had a feeling that they’d both be keeping a close eye on Rory and wouldn’t have much time for playing.
Slap! Slap!
He smacked his hand down several times. Until her pink cheeks turned red and her breathing had grown faster.
Stopping, he ran a finger down between her cheeks. He felt her clench down.
“Sir?”
Good. She was still with him. He was aware that they hadn’t discussed any ass play. So he wouldn’t push her further.
Instead, he ran his hand up and down her back until her soft sobs ceased. Then he moved them both so they lay on their sides,facing each other. He took her into his arms, holding her tight until her breathing evened out and he thought she was back in the here and now.
He moved back slightly, ignoring the protesting noise that she made. “Shh. I’m not going far.” Cupping her face, he studied her, noting that she appeared slightly flushed and her eyes were bright. A tear slid down one cheek. “How are you feeling, baby?”
“Good, Sir.”
“Just good?” he asked as he reached back for a tissue. There were a few tears on her cheeks.
Settling back into place, he grasped hold of her chin and wiped her cheeks.
“So good. Like I’ve had a really amazing sleep after nights of tossing and turning. Or I’ve been on a long, hard run and I just feel so awesome after. That sort of thing. I didn’t even know that I’d cried.”
“Sometimes crying can be a good form of therapy.”
“Oh yeah? Do you have a good cry often?” she asked teasingly.
“No, brat. For you, not me.”
