I clung to him, wrapping both arms around his shoulders, even digging the fingers of one hand into his neck. Maybe I was worried he’d let me go. Maybe I was fearful if I didn’t hold tightly enough the bubble would burst.
He never blinked as his eyes continued to search mine. Whatever he was looking for, perhaps acceptance or understanding about the lengths he’d gone to in order to keep me safe, I wasn’t certain. But it didn’t matter.
His cock continued to expand as he pumped hard and fast, driving me to another moment of sweet bliss.
“I’m going to come. Again. So good. So… hard.” My body had never been this responsive. The sweet lull was mind blowing, the rush of colorful stars leaving me breathless.
I wrapped one leg around him and the moment I came down from the beautiful high, I nuzzled my face into his neck. There was such great comfort as he rubbed his hand down my back. The prickles returned, softer as they ebbed and flowed. The warmth of being with him, of inhaling his scent was perhaps as incredible as the sex.
Maybe that’s why I was shocked when he eased me down, immediately turning me around to face the washer. The vibrations were entirely different. He kicked my legs wide open, running his fingers along the inside of my thigh.
“I’m not finished with you, babe. Not by a long shot.” He pressed the tip of his cock along the crack of my ass, finally thrusting it back into my pussy.
“Fuck. Fuck.” I rose up my tiptoes, jutting my hips out. When he pulled out, I whimpered softly.
“An impatient little thing, aren’t you?”
“Yes. Hell, yes.”
“Looks like I’ll need to add an additional punishment.”
“Punishment?”
He bit down on my neck, his deep growl sending vibrations through me. “Just as I promised. You disobeyed me earlier. Don’t think I’m going to allow that to go unpunished.”
One would think that after the crazy night I’d had that I’d be leery of his dominating suggestion. But I wasn’t. The thought excited me as much as what he was doing. I closed my eyes, pushing back against him once more.
Maybe I was testing him. Maybe I was taunting him, but he took the hint, smacking me hard on the bottom. The shudder of my body was short-lived when he cracked his palm down three more times, first his right then his left. So he was ambidextrous after all. Another nervous laugh erupted when he repeated the actions.
My inner core was a thousand degrees.
A huge part of me knew I deserved the spanking. While he’d been angry with me, which had annoyed me at first, when I’d seen the vast array of emotions in his eyes, I’d stripped away his fury, feeling that for myself. I’d been such an inconsiderate fool.
I closed my eyes, swaying as the wash of pain grew more intense. He wasn’t kidding. The discipline wasn’t playful. He was providing a reminder that I wouldn’t soon forget. Maybe I wanted to feel the pain. Not only to allow myself a chance to repent, but also to keep me in the strange high I’d had from the moment he’d opened his front door letting me back into his life.
“You worried me.” He emphasized his words with a smack.
“I know,” I whispered back.
“I’d thought the worst. I was ready to tear the man apart. Trust me, I would have.”
“I know, Hudson.” I arched my back, thrusting my bottom out in offering.
“Don’t defy me again.” He returned to the punishment, taking his time to cover every inch of my bottom.
While I kicked out, forced to take shallow breaths, and tears formed in my eyes, I didn’t fight him. I had no right to do so. I’d fucked up. And he’d come to my rescue.
His labored breathing kept me grounded. While I closed my eyes in acceptance of my penance, I bit back a moan realizing how wet I’d become. How hot.
I was on fire, my entire core exploding.
After a deep breath, he caressed my aching bottom, lightly touching my skin in a whispered kiss. Which was why when he slipped his hand between my legs, my entire body began to shake.
“Do you forgive me?”
He chuckled. “Maybe.”
With every nerve on fire, my body reaching a sweet place of peace, he thrust in and out in his usual practiced rhythm while I met every brutal thrust. We were a well-oiled machine, both panting, beads of sweat from his face rolling over my shoulder to the pulsating machine.
