“You know we have to do something before that,” Jude says, nodding at the condom.
My chest heaves, my skin pink and warm. “What?”
“You keep forgetting to use words.”
“Yeah, but you didn’t really mean that, did you?” Intrigue tickles me at the realization that he was being serious. He’s swatted me a few times, but it’s obvious from the look in his eyes that it’s going to be different this time. More.
“I need to know your color on that.”
“Green.” I swallow. “It’s fucking green.”
“Good. Now put your hands on the mattress. Bend over.”
I do what he says, anticipation tingling in my stomach.
Jude runs a hand gently from my shoulder down my spine, drawing a shiver out of me. He caresses the curve of my ass, then gives it a firm squeeze. When he releases me and pulls his arm back, I brace.
Jude’s hand comes down hard on my left cheek, and I suck in a breath through my teeth. It hurts more than I thought it would, but it also sends a jolt of pleasure straight to my cock. Before I realize what I’m doing, I’ve pushed back into his hand, seeking more.
Jude hits me again, even harder than before. I’ve barely taken another breath before he hits me two more times, and now my ass is throbbing. But it feels so fucking good that a part of me never wants him to stop.
He pauses, running a finger up my crack to dip into my hole.
I moan and clench hard around it, needing it deeper. But he pulls it back out just as quickly and hits me another five times. The smacks are so loud, like they’re vibrating in the room.
I cry out on the last one, the pain reaching what has to be the maximum.
“Color?” Jude asks.
“Green.” I’m panting and sweating. My cock is leaking, begging to be touched.
“Is that so hard?” Jude asks softly. “To use words?”
“No. It’s not. Please…”
“Please what?” Jude asks, skimming his fingers along my ass, making the hot skin burn even deeper.
“Touch me.” It comes out as a whisper.
“You think you’ve been punished enough?”
“I’ll use words from now on, I swear. Please, Jude. I need you to touch me.” I need to come so bad, I almost feel like crying. I press my ass back, and his hand stays firmly in place, making my skin throb again.
I hiss at the contact. It feels amazing. Raw and delicious.
“You probably need some lotion first,” Jude says, his voice slightly teasing. “You’re so red back here.”
“I don’t need lotion. I just need you inside me. Please.”
Jude shifts, and then I feel his lips against my ass, kissing my stinging skin. “All right, Max. Hold on.”
I take a deep breath, trying to regain control of my senses, but all I can see, hear, feel is Jude. My whole world has narrowed to this one point, and I want him so badly, I’m about to start begging.
He reaches around me to grab the condom I tossed on the bed, and I hear him unzip.
I expect him to pound into me, but instead, he turns me gently around so we’re face to face. His eyes are still lit with lust, but there’s a tenderness there now that I think I could fall in love with.
“Lie back,” he orders softly.
