Page 69 of Surrender to Me
“In that case, you’ll get five.”
He gives me the first one, a light, stinging slap on the upper curve of my right buttock, the sound cracking sharp in the quiet room.
I yelp as the heat blooms, spreading like wildfire over my skin.
Before I can catch my breath, his hand is there, stroking between my thighs, fingers gliding over my slick folds. “Jesus, Allie.” Raw approval threads through his tone. “You’re drenched. Your body loves this.”
My first instinct is to shake my head. I’m mortified by embarrassment, even as my pussy betrays me. “No.”
He chuckles, low and dark, the sound vibrating through me. “Little liar. Your pussy’s telling me a different story.”
The second spank lands lower, on my left cheek, a bit firmer, the sting sharper, making me gasp as my hips jerk involuntarily.
The burn radiates, twisting with the ache already throbbing in my core.
The third comes quick, right in the center of my right buttock, harder still, the impact jolting through me, making my skin tingle.
Without pause, without a word, he slides a single finger inside me, slow and deliberate, curling just enough to tease. I moan. The fullness is nothing more than his cruel promise.
The fourth spank is on the back of my left thigh, right at the sit spot, a searing bite that makes me cry out. Tears prick my eyes as the pleasure/pain crashes over me in waves.
With slow deliberation, he adds a second finger, stretching my pussy, angling his hand until his knuckles brush that sensitive spot inside, sending sparks exploding behind my eyelids.
My breaths come in pants, my body arching toward him, aching for more.
The fifth is the hardest yet, a solid smack across both cheeks. His force lifts my hips slightly, and the sting blooms deeply and relentlessly, leaving my skin hot and throbbing.
He doesn’t stop—His fingers thrust in earnest now, pumping fast and sure, his thumb circling my clit with ruthless precision.
Pleasure coils tight, almost unbearable. My pussy clenches around him, and slick sounds fill the air as I teeter on the edge again, closer, so much closer than before. Every nerve ending in my body screams for release.
Then he pulls away, fingers slipping free, leaving me empty, aching worse than ever, my clit pulsing furiously, my body trembling with unspent need.
What the fuck?
“We can do this all day long, Allie.” His voice is calm, almost conversational, as he stands. “I think I’d enjoy it. But if you have any hope of coming at all today, you really are going to have to be my good girl.”
The words hit like a slap of their own, sinking deep into my frustration, twisting it with a dark thrill.
I drink in several deep gulps of air as my emotions and physical need battle inside me.
But beneath it all, a spark of surrender flickers. A wild, wicked part of me wants to be his good girl and earn his approval. Another part is annoyed that I feel that way at all.
And above all, my pussy throbs emptily. His denial has become a living thing, and I bite my lip to keep from begging.
Before he walks away, he watches as I tuck my hands beneath my stinging ass cheeks. The pressure on my heated skin is a reminder, a punishment, and a promise all at once.
His footfalls echo off the wooden planks.
I remain in place, stunned, my entire world turned upside down.
I’ve never experienced anything like this in my life.
The fire crackles, and the minutes tick by—or maybe it’s seconds. Either way, time has blurred in the haze of my frustrated desperation.
When he finally turns, my pulse takes off.
His chest is bare and sculpted. Sweatpants are slung low on his hips, and his half-hard cock is pressed against the fabric like a taunt.
