I raise my palm and smack her left cheek. It bounces and the sting of my hand has me biting back a groan.
“One,” she whispers.
“Good.”
I spank her again in the same spot, and she wiggles but still keeps counting. She doesn’t beg or whine—she takes her punishment beautifully.
I’m an asshole as I hit the spot four more times and that’s when she breaks. Her voice turns into a rasp, and she attempts to shift on my lap. It only makes me harder.
She’s panting, and I give her a moment of reprieve, pushing apart her ass cheeks and spitting on her tight, little back hole. My thumb slides along the spit as I toy with her, knowing I’m going to claim that hole soon enough.
“Who owns this ass?”
“You do,” she says quickly.
I slide in a little more, hardly penetrating, and she pushes her ass towards my hand, pushing me deeper inside of her.
I pull my hand away, and she whines. It’s like music to my ears as I slap her unblemished cheek four times in quick succession.
“Halfway there. You’re being so good. I think I like your ass this shade of pink.”
“Oh. God.”
“Keep counting, little cupid.”
I spank her upper thighs, the same spots I’ve been targeting, and lastly when we’re on number twenty, I spank between her legs. She nearly shouts the word twenty while her body trembles on top of mine.
I soothe her sore ass, rubbing and kneading the tender flesh.
“Good girl, now you get a reward.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
I think I die right then and there. But no reaper comes to collect my soul.
My ass is sore in all the best ways as Death tenderly rubs my flesh and praises me on a good job. I didn’t think he could be more perfect than he was the other night, but I couldn’t have been more wrong.
This reaper is everything I’ve ever wanted and more.
“Look at you, making a mess of my lap,” he says in a tone that shows he’s pleased, not degrading. “Are you feeling needy, baby?”
Gah, again with the baby. The daddy/baby combo is basically a perfect kill shot to my non-active ovaries.
“Please.”
“Please, what?” he says.
“Please, Daddy.” It flows off my tongue enthusiastically.
All I’ve ever wanted since becoming a cupid is for someone to care for me, while not underestimating me, and Death does that. He’s proud of me, while also giving me the firm dominant hand that I’ve so desperately craved.
His hand slides over my ass and dips into my hot, needy pussy. He groans as his fingers toy with my clit and slide over my dripping entrance.
When his fingers slide into me, the only thing I can hear is the gush of my cunt wrapping around him and the thundering of my heartbeat.
“This pussy was made for me,” he says, curling his fingers deep inside of me. “This too,” he adds, sliding his thumb into my ass.
He’s relentless with his hands as he fucks in and out of me, his fingers hitting that perfect spot until I’m writhing and nearly crying on top of him. I try to release my hands, but whatever shadow magic he possesses is too strong. I’m at his mercy as I ride out my orgasm against his hand.
