Page 104 of Surrender to Me
“Yes, Sir.” Her whisper is muffled by being upside down.
I start slow, my hand coming down in a light smack, the sound sharp in the quiet room.
Her skin turns pink instantly, and she gasps, her body jerking slightly.
I rub the spot, soothing the sting, then deliver another, a little harder, on the other cheek.
A tiny whimper escapes her, a needy sound that makes my cock ache.
My God. She’s a natural.
I keep going, alternating sides, warming her up with steady, measured spanks, each one drawing a little gasp or moan.
Her ass glows a soft red now, and I feel the heat radiating from her skin under my palm.
“Is this turning you on?” I ask, my voice low, almost a growl. I slide my hand between her thighs, finding her slick and swollen, her arousal coating my fingers.
She squirms, rocking her hips slightly, and she makes a miserable little sound.
“I asked you a question, sweetheart.” I give her a much harder spank. “You’re expected to answer.”
“Yes.” Her confession is thick with embarrassment. “I’m turned on, Stryker.”
I grin, though she can’t see it, and I slide my fingers through her folds, teasing her clit lightly, just enough to make her hips buck. “Good.” I keep my tone firm. “But you don’t get to move unless I say so.” I spread her thighs wider, exposing her fully, her pussy glistening in the firelight. “Even when I do this, you don’t have permission to be disobedient.”
I pinch her clit lightly, rolling it between my fingers.
She moans, her entire body trembling.
I spank her even harder this time.
“Damn it!” Frantically she kicks her legs, and I trap them between mine, pinning her in place, my thighs strong and unyielding. “Fight all you want, little submissive.” My tone is dark with promise. “You can’t win.”
I mix the spanks now—soft, teasing ones that make her squirm, then sharp, stinging ones that make her cry out.
Between them, I fondle her, my fingers sliding through her wetness, circling her clit, dipping inside her just enough to make her gasp.
Her ass is a bright red now, hot under my hand, and her moans are constant, a mix of pain and pleasure that drives me wild.
She pulses around my fingers, her body begging for release, but I hold her on the edge, denying her until she’s shaking.
“We’re done with this part of your punishment?”
“This part?” she echoes softly.
“We’re just beginning, Allie.”
I help her to stand, and her legs wobble.
For a long time, I hold her waist, waiting as she steadies herself and gets control of her breathing.
“There are condoms and a tube of lubricant in the bathroom drawer.”
She blinks, as if she’s having trouble comprehending what I said. A flicker of uncertainty crosses her face.
“Fetch them both for us.”
“Ah…” She takes in a gulp of air. “I thought you were just going to spank me.” She rubs her rear.
