Was he going to take me now?
All the surface pain from the spanking cleared and left my pussy throbbing. It was a like a cloud had been lifted and cleared my mind, one prevailing thought playing on repeat in my brain.
Fuck me, please.
“What are you thinking about, Lucinda?” Marcus sounded as affected by my spanking as I was.
“Happy to have the punishment over.” I lied, but I wasn’t about to tell him what was actually going on in my brain.
It blurred the lines because while I trusted this man with my body, my heart was getting dangerously close to being a factor as well, and I wasn’t ready for it.
“Do you feel absolved?” He chuckled.
His amusement felt good, but I wanted him to touch me.
“Yes, Sir.” I flexed my finger. “Thoroughly.”
“Good.” He squeezed my ass. The pain flared, but pleasure settled in my core.
I held in a moan.
“I think you’ve had your feel of impact for the night.” He walked away. “Let’s switch gears.”
Marcus walked to the head of the bed. He settled both hands on my back and pressed me into the bench with a grunt. My back popped.
“Oh, wow.” I groaned.
“Feel good?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He continued massaging my back in long deep strokes. They bordered on too much pressure but did not go over the edge. Like he knew exactly what I needed and what I could take. It seemed strange for someone I’d just met a couple of days ago to know my body so well.
Strong thumbs pressed into my shoulders, working methodically down to the the base of my neck. He reached for my left arm and pulled it out. My left arm was gently extended outward as strong fingers rubbed down its length, lingering at each joint and muscle.
Marcus had told me he was in real estate development, but he must have gone to massage school at some point. He hit every pressure point with an educated accuracy and by the time he finished my back and arm, I was a pile of goo.
He laid a small kiss on the center of my back and stepped away. I assumed we were done.
Something on rollers returned behind me, followed by Marcus’ footsteps. It must have been a chair. He sat down and rolled it just behind me with my now-spanked ass on full display.
“Spread your legs.”
I flinched at the sound of his voice; the mirth had left the building.
I obeyed as best I could manage in my position.
Marcus wheeled closer and placed his knee in between my outstretched legs.
His hands settled on the top of my ass, kneading my flesh with his thumbs. After a few passes, he used his whole hand to gently manipulate my ass muscle. I wasn’t in pain, but the pressure was more pronounced over my abused skin.
“How does that feel, Lucinda?” His hands moved down to the area where my ass meet my thighs. He continued using his thumbs and dug into the area.
Exposed, open, vulnerable. I felt all those things, but I didn’t think it was the answer he was looking for.
“It feels amazing, Sir.”
He grunted but continued.
