C14, PT. 6

He kneaded her throbbing right cheek. “We did this before. I didn’t know what I was doing back then. Didn’t know I shouldn’t hit the same spot too many times. You couldn’t sit for two days.”

“You were horrified.” She let out a breathless laugh and shifted restlessly as anticipation and dread snaked through her. “I told you it looked worse than it felt, but you insisted on icing my ass, putting creams, and kissing it for two weeks straight. I couldn’t convince you to try again.”

“So you tried with someone else.”

She tensed.

“You instructed… Dixon, was it? How to spank since you had experience, and he didn’t?”

She licked suddenly dry lips. “His real name was Derek.”

The slap on her ass stung so good, her left cheek went numb.

“Sounds like he was memorable,” Roth said in a flat monotone.

“He… he was passable,” she said truthfully and hissed when he bit her and followed it up with a smack on the other cheek.

“You really want to be punished, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“You’re lucky I’m in an accommodating mood. Widen your stance.”

When she complied immediately, he kissed her smarting ass to show his approval before following it up with a firm whack that reverberated all the way to her pussy.

She’d been spanked a handful of times. Derek was the only one she wrote into her series. Her experience ranged from men who gave a few lighthearted smacks to guys who went ham and wanted to leave her ass raw and swollen. Thankfully, she stopped the jerk who wanted to leave bruises for the sake of it. There was always a bit of self-consciousness when it came to something like this with a new partner because there was a lot of vulnerability and trust required, and it felt off if the guy wasn’t into it or wasn’t alpha enough to take her in hand. But this was Roth. He knew her better than she knew herself. He knew when to push, when to ease back, and seemed to have done his research since the last time they tried. Every few slaps, he angled his hand in such a way that the crack reached her aching core. She wasn’t into pain, per se. But she was willing to take it if the reward was worth it. The adrenaline rush she was experiencing was definitely worth it.

Roth didn’t allow her to get lost in a rhythm. He kept her in the moment, on pins and needles, anticipating the next strike. He let a whole minute pass by, massaging and stroking, before giving her another dose of pain. She lost track of time, of the number of spanks. Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, the pain receded enough for her to take a little more. She could take anything. She was so wet, her inner thighs were slick. She wasn’t surprised when he became distracted and began to play with it and slipped his finger inside her.

“Sore?” he asked gruffly.

Her ass was on fucking fire. She nodded.

“Okay?”

She was so happy, her eyes were leaking. “Ecstatic.”

“Good.”

She shivered as he stroked her pussy, coating his fingers in her liberal fluids, but her head shot up when he fingered the wrong hole.

“Roth?”

Her voice was threaded with worry. They hadn’t had anal this time around. He was too big for them to do it without a ton of preparation and foreplay, and now wasn’t the time to—

He breached her with his broad thumb, firing up unused nerve endings. Instantly, she started to rise, but that heavy hand came back to keep her in place.

“Stay still.”

“But, this… I’m not ready.” Her back arched as his thumb forced its way in. “Roth!”

A hard smack on her tender ass made her yip.

“Didn’t you say I had free rein to do whatever I want?”

“Y-yes, but—”

“Who do you belong to?”

“You.” She was so rattled, it came out like a question, which got her a teeth jarring slap that made her break out in a sweat.

“Whose fucking ring are you wearing?”

“Yours.”

“So, who do you belong to?”

Her fingernails slide over the cushions as he worked his thumb inside of her. “You.”

“Then take me, princess.”

She hissed and shifted from foot to foot to adjust to the relentless invasion, knowing this was nothing compared to what was coming if he decided to take her ass. Just remembering the handful of times he’d done it made her muscles clench so hard that she got another wallop that made her ass throb.

“Do you trust me?”

She nodded.

“Then let me in.”

Mind and body battled for supremacy before the heart stepped in, defeating both. When she went limp, he easily sheathed his thumb.

“Yes. Just like that. Give into me. Give me everything.”

With her cheek pressed to the cushions, she stared at a cloudy moonlit sky as he prepared her body. She listened to his filthy encouragement and lost herself in the plethora of burning sensations. She willingly fell into a trance as he enticed her body to blossom for him with a confusing mix of pain and wicked pleasure. She thought she subdued her mind until his fingers disappeared and were replaced with the head of his cock. Her pseudo serenity shattered.

“Roth, I don’t think…”

“You can take me. You have before.”

That didn’t lessen her anxiety. He penetrated slowly, allowing her body to adjust. She panted as if she was in labor, willing her body not to fight his invasion. She relaxed a little. That wasn’t too bad… A spasm accompanied Roth as he pressed forward, determined to have her take everything. She went on tiptoes and then one leg as she tried to find a position that would ease his entry, but there wasn’t one. She moaned, keened, and then broke. She thought she was a bad bitch, but this was straight up torture. She half turned and pushed at him.

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