My skin itched so intensely it hurt from the inside, and my stomach was in knots like before an exam. Fuck it.
Gripping the bottom of my hoodie, I pulled it off and tossed it to the side. By the shattering sound, I must have hit the glass that had been on the table. Oh well.
Spiro’s thick muscled thighs were parted, and the imprint of his two cocks was unmistakable in his boxers. His bare chest lifted with even breaths as he watched me there naked in front of him.
I had not an ounce of shame about my body when facing this man. He’d shown how much he liked every inch of it. It was my behavior that I should be self-conscious about.
I didn’t think Spiro was offering sex, but I was willing to test whatever solution he’d come up with. Still raging inside, I climbed over his lap and lay like a plank of wood.
Spiro danced his fingertips over my thigh and my ass cheek, then moved his palm along my spine in a fluid caress. He gripped my hair at the nape and pulled my head back.
“I don’t think you need to be punished for misbehaving.” He raked teeth over my jaw, then kissed it. “Most of your brattish tendencies are in your nature, and I’d never try to change that. I could work with you on regulating your routines, but you’ve proven that you’ve been working on yourself. A little pain may help you cry out the drop. Will you cry for me, my kitten?”
My breathing accelerated as my body tensed even more. “I don’t know.”
“Do you want to try?” He let go of my hair and squeezed my butt.
I nodded. Even the fire quietly crackling to my left annoyed me.
One of his tentacles swirled under my chin, offering itself like a pillow. I hugged it and rested my cheek on it.
“Are you comfortable?”
“Yes.”
Even though I was ready, the first delicate smack startled me, and I flinched.
“Count for me, kitten.”
“One!” I closed my eyes.
“What’s your color?”
“Green.”
Smack.
“Two.” The sting spread through my ass cheek, warming my skin.
“Does it hurt?”
“A little.”
Smack.
“Three.” My breathing was fast, but my body relaxed.
“Good. Focus on that.”
Smack.
“Four.” My other cheek now stung too. I buried my face in the tentacle I was holding and screamed into it.
“Very good.”
Smack.
“Five.” My eyes stung with tears, and my throat hurt from reining them in. The buildup inside me seemed to want to crawl out of my skin.
