Page 67 of Refuge (The Wanderers 2)

“My palm is itching to make contact with your sweet bottom, Ariel. Would you like to experience that first? It might help you make up your mind about how you want to take Tarin’s cock.”

She flinched, not breathing. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out. She wasn’t sure if that was her answer or if she was truly too stunned to react any other way. She’d thought a lot about having him spank her, but now that it seemed imminent, she was nervous.

Stuart reached out and cupped her face, his thumb grazing over her bottom lip. When he spoke, it was to Tarin, even though he held her gaze. “Can you hold off if I spank her first, Tarin?”

She flinched, her body trembling with anticipation and arousal. Her breasts were heavy, her nipples tight peaks. He was going to spank her, and she couldn’t wait.

“Yes,” Tarin managed.

Stuart spoke to her next. “I want you to straddle Tarin.”

She was confused, but Kes helped her climb over Tarin’s body.

“Scoot down a bit and lie over Tarin’s chest, babe.” Stu set a hand between her shoulder blades, guiding her into the position he wanted with her cheek resting on Tarin’s pecs, his erection pressed against her belly.

Tarin smoothed his hands up and down her back, kissing the top of her head.

Stuart lifted her hips into the air. “Hold your bottom up for me. I don’t want to accidentally swat Tarin’s thighs.”

She held her breath, feeling incredibly vulnerable in this position with her butt higher than the rest of her. Her breasts were pressed against Tarin’s warm skin. Kester stroked her hair.

Stu molded his palm to her butt cheeks, warming them up. “With your legs spread open like this, you’ll feel every swat in your pussy, but you’ll also jolt forward a bit which will rub against Tarin’s cock,” he explained.

Tarin’s hands paused on her back as if he were just realizing this also.

“If he comes against your breasts, that’s fine. If he doesn’t, you can scoot down and finish him off with your mouth.” Stu slid his hand between her legs and dragged a finger through her folds.

She moaned as she tried to squirm forward.

Stu leaned over to kiss behind her ear. “This pussy is mine tonight.” He eased one finger into her. “So tight and wet for me already. You want this, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“I’ve wanted to spank this bottom from the moment I met you. Your skin is so pale. It’s going to turn a gorgeous shade of pink when I swat it.”

She shivered, whimpering. He was driving her higher and higher, easing his finger in and out of her the entire time.

He kissed her neck again. “I’m going to start slow and build up. I don’t want to leave lasting marks, nor do I want you to be sore tomorrow this first time. This is meant to be erotic. I want your pussy quivering with greater need from every swat.”

She pursed her lips, wishing he would get on with it. She craved his touch in any way he would give it to her. “Please…”

“I like that word.” He lifted his face, set his hand on the small of her back, and spanked her right cheek.

She squealed, shocked more than anything.

“Don’t clench your muscles, babe.”

She tried to relax, but a moment later his palm landed on the other cheek. She flinched, but not as bad as the first time.

Another and another. She relaxed further against Tarin with each strike. His shaft was thrusting against her stomach, partly from what Stu was doing but also because Tarin was lifting his hips to gain purchase.

Kes kissed her forehead and continued to stroke her hair. “You look so gorgeous, honey. Your skin is pinkening.”

She wasn’t sure if he was referring to the flush on her cheeks or the heat radiating off her butt.

After a few more spanks that each landed in different places, Stu massaged her heated cheeks. “How does that feel, babe?”

She swallowed. “Good.” It did. It felt amazing actually. He was right, her pussy was swollen and nearly dripping. Pulsing with need that grew with every swat.

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