Page 46 of Taming Seraphine

I haven’t yet touched Seraphine’s skin, and my cock is already pushing painfully against my zipper. Her ass is perfect. Round globes of unmarked, porcelain flesh that beg to be spanked raw.

If Seraphine’s tastes are anywhere close to complimenting mine, I’m in trouble. I can’t resist a woman who likes to be pushed to the edge and brought back until she’s begging and crying for me to pound into her until it hurts.

The stakes are high. If I screw up, she’s more likely to show her displeasure in the form of my sliced throat, or worse. Regardless, the prospect of her is tempting.

I hover my hand over her pretty cheeks in preparation for the first strike. Warmth radiates from her skin. Skin that looks as smooth and soft as silk, skin that’s too supple and untouched for the likes of me. I inhale a shuddering breath to remind myself why I’m here with her bent over my lap, but it still takes every effort not to stroke her tender flesh.

Seraphine is here to be disciplined. Not to be pleasured. She has to understand the seriousness of our agreement. If I’m going to train her to stop killing, she needs to give up her disobedience and lies.

I raise my hand and deliver the first strike. The sound of my palm connecting with her skin sends a wave of pleasure straight to my balls. She gasps, her back arching, the sight and sound of her surprise driving me deeper into a state of lust.

“One,” she says, her voice breathy.

A handprint blooms on her creamy skin. I clench my teeth to keep from groaning. Without thinking about it, I stroke my palm over her warm flesh that’s even more luxurious than I imagined.

My breath deepens, and my heart thuds painfully in its cage, pumping all blood and sensation south. I wrench my hand off her ass cheeks and remind myself that this is punishment, not play.

The next spank is harder and makes her flesh ripple.

Seraphine moans, sounding like she’s interpreting the pain as pleasure. “Two!”

I swallow hard, trying to stay focused, trying to ignore the building urgency. When she proposed this to help control her murderous urges, I hadn’t expected her to suggest a reward and punishment schedule that included orgasms. Now, my own discipline is being tested, and it’s all I can do to stay detached.

The second handprint is darker than the first. While waiting for the sting to subside, I smooth over it, letting her know the spanks are delivered with care.

Shivering prettily, Seraphine raises a leg, her dainty foot pointing toward the ceiling. I stifle a groan. Everything about this woman is ridiculously alluring, from her pretty little toes to her reddening cheeks.

“Get back into position.” I give her calf a gentle push, only for her to shift on my lap.

Her legs part, and I’m treated to the view of her sweet pussy. The hairs are so pale and fine that they’re barely visible, with her folds glistening and wet.

I’m certain she repositioned herself on purpose, just to drive me crazy.

It’s working.

The third spank goes to her right cheek, which is paler than the left. Seraphine cries out and writhes against my thigh, like she’s trying to create a little friction.

I smooth over the reddened skin. “Count the spanks or your punishment resets.”

Her thighs part a little wider, displaying more of that beautiful little cunt. My cock jerks in response, and I grind my molars, trying to contain my arousal.

“Seraphine,” I growl.

As she moves her ass from side to side, I’m painfully aware that she’s torturing me or she’s treating this punishment as a game. It’s a game she won’t win.

Pressing a hand on her hamstrings, I lean down to where her head dangles toward the floor. “This is your final warning,” I growl. “Count the spanks, or we won’t just start over. The next ones won’t be so pleasant.”

She shakes her head.

“You asked for it,” I say.

In response, her spine stiffens.

I raise a hand and let it fly down to her ass in a spank more forceful than the last. Seraphine yelps and squirms, her body twisting and nearly slipping off my lap. I hold her down with a palm between her shoulder blades and deliver one and then another in quick succession.

After the sixth spank, she finally cries, “One!”

“Good girl.”

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