“Is this better, sir?” She purrs.
“Much better.”
She crawls slowly, deliberately, and it makes me question which one of us is in control. Amber is so measured, so cool and collected even in the face of something she’s never done before, and I’m almost bursting out of my skin in anticipation.
Sweet little innocent Amber knows exactly what she’s doing.
She crawls to my side, and sits back on her folded legs, hands in her lap, gazing up at me with wide eyes.
“Now,” I say, spreading my legs. “You’ll lie across my lap. And you’ll count them out with me.”
“Count them?”
“Yes, Miss Pope. How many do you think you deserve?”
She chews on her lip. “Five?”
“I think that sounds right. Now.” I gesture to my lap, and she drapes herself across me, laying her mostly naked body over mylegs, curling her arms under her. “Remember your safe word, honey.”
She nods, and I can see that she’s quivering. I am too, because it’s been a long time since I did this with anyone. I forgot how much I like to dominate. How much I like to be in control. Or at least, how much I think I am in control, because Amber sure as fuck directed this.
My sweet, kinky girl.
I loop my thumb into the panties and yank them down, baring her ass. Amber puffs out a little gasp, her whole body on edge as she waits for the strike of my hand, for the pain or pleasure or both. I rub my hand over her ass, and growl low in my throat.
“Such a pretty ass you have, Miss Pope.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“I’m going to spank you now, understood?”
She nods quickly. “Yes, sir.”
Smack
All the muscles in her back contract, her legs tensing. She holds her breath for a second, her trembling fingers digging into my thigh. I wait for her to count, to let me know she’s still in the scene and not overwhelmed.
“One,” Amber chokes out.
“One.” I rub my hand over the place where my hand landed, which is going pink.
She’s still tense, and her breathing is coming in short, sharp gasps. But she doesn’t recoil at my touch. She’s not shaking anymore. And when she lets out a little sigh, I strike again.
Smack
“Two!” Her voice is higher pitched this time, and she lets out a shaky moan.
“Two.” I watch as she rubs her thighs together, her hips rolling to lift her ass higher.
Smack
“Three.”
“Three.” I run a hand over her head. “Remember your safe word, Miss Pope.”
“I-I don’t need it.”
Fuck, but she’s beautiful. Laid out over me like this, completely trusting me, trusting me not to hurt her, not to push her too far. I run my hand down the curve of her back, and maybe, just maybe I’m discovering things about myself again too, remembering who I am and what I like.
