“Almost done. I hope you’ve learned your lesson.”
There were lessons to be learned here, but my brain was in no position to process anything but sensation. A simple spanking had reduced me to nothing more than a collection of feelings and an overwhelming achy need.
The last swat was the hardest, and I didn’t try to hide the choked sob. I couldn’t if I wanted to. I didn’t want to hide, which was at least as surprising as the sensations burning across my abused skin.
Jake froze in place. I could almost feel his gaze on me, evaluating my reaction. I needed him closer not farther away.
“Ten.” I turned my face, laying my cheek against the smooth surface of the desk. I couldn’t turn far enough to look at him, but I needed him to know what I wanted. What I needed from him.
“Fuck me, please, Jake. I need you to fuck me.”
5
At the sound of her words, I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. I’d struggled to stay detached from the experience so I could take her where she wanted to go, but everything about her reactions to my touch had amplified my need for her. The way she squirmed and tried so hard to maintain control. The way her body moved into my touch when I slid my fingers over her swollen clit.
Elena was always responsive. It was one of the things I loved about fucking her—aside from the clear rules—I never had to guess how she felt. She showed me, loud and clear. Not having to worry about parsing everything and the risk of getting it wrong meant I could let go as well.
I’d gone through half a dozen BDSM books, trying to understand the basics of spanking and what Elena needed from me. The information on arousal concordance helped the most with my plan. Everything had gone the way I intended. Better than I expected. I’d committed to giving her what she asked for, partly because I was curious too but mostly because she asked. I hadn’t expected to sink so far into the dominance play myself.
I liked acting like the stern boss for a change—maybe because it was completely out of my character. Maybe it was because I’d spent so much time as a kid on the wrong side of an authorityfigure’s disapproval. It felt good to play the other side for a change. And I fucking loved the way her skin bloomed for me, angry red fading to a paler color. The way her cunt responded, so wet I could see it, feel it. The way her body clenched around my fingers as if she was hungry for me. Aching for me to fill her.
I’d worked so hard to maintain objective control, but after my palm came down for the last time on her gorgeous pink ass, I worried I’d gone too far. That she’d forgotten to say Uncle or I’d missed her cues. But her words erased all of that. She begged me to fuck her. It wasn’t ambiguous, and there wasn’t a thing in the world I wanted more than that.
“Whatever you need. I’ll give you whatever you need.” My thoughts didn’t go beyond meeting her demand, but my voice sounded scratchy. Like it belonged to someone else.
I made quick work of freeing my aching cock and pulled a condom out of my pocket. Her legs were too close together for me to fit myself between, but she was so wet, it didn’t matter. I straddled her thighs and notched the head of my cock at her opening. Her body tightened around the tip in response, and it took everything I had to keep from slamming into her, sheathing myself with her tight body. I sucked in a breath, forcing myself to slow the fuck down. Keeping my hand flat, I ran my palm up the center of her back, starting just above her abused ass and ending at the base of her skull. I cupped the back of her head, tightening my grip on her hair, holding us both in place for a moment.
“Is this what you want?” I rolled my hips, easing into her the tiniest fraction of an inch. “My cock inside your tight little cunt?”
She whimpered in response, a noise I hadn’t heard her make before, and tried to rock back to take me deeper. I tightened my grip on her hair, stilling both of us.
“I’m going to need to hear you say the words, Elena.” Quickly. Dear God. I was dying. Was it possible to die from wanting someone so much?
“Yes. Fuck me. Yes.”
The first yes was enough. By the second, I was working my way inside her, fighting for every inch. With her legs together and her sex swollen from wanting this, she was so tight; I worried about hurting her. I didn’t need too. As soon as I eased my grip on her so she could move, she pushed against the desk and thrust back to meet me, taking me all the way inside her. The combined sound we made was raw. Wild. It broke something open, shredding the last of my restraint.
I fucked her hard, slamming into her, my hips slapping against her already stinging ass. She met me thrust for thrust, taking me so deep there was no way I was going to last. I slid my hand between the desk and her body, my fingers finding her slick clit. I knew how to make Elena come, how she liked to be touched. Ignoring the edge of the desk pressed into the back of my hand, I put everything I knew about her body to work, pinching her clit and rubbing hard circles over it the way I knew worked for her.
Her whimpers turned into needy cries, and her body pulsed around me as the climax took her. The first squeeze of her cunt on my cock sent me over the edge with her. My balls drew up tight to my body as I pumped into her, emptying myself, claiming her in a way I hadn’t knew I needed.
Iditched the condom, and as soon as I was sure I could move without stumbling, I sat down in my desk chair and eased her onto my lap. She wriggled a bit, and I worried sitting was uncomfortable for her. That hadn’t been my goal with the spanking.
“Is this too much?” I asked, resigning myself to letting her go if it was what she needed.
“No. I just don’t want to mess up your pants.”
“Too late. I’ve done that already. I’ll tip my dry cleaner. A lot.” I wrapped my arms tighter around her, pressing my lips to her hair.
She relaxed into me, letting her head rest, heavy against my chest. We cuddled sometimes after sex. That part wasn’t new. The connection was nice. But this was something else entirely. This urge to hold her—to not be away from her for even a minute—and the way she melted into me, small and boneless, was different than what we usually experienced. I wanted to protect her, curl myself around her and shield her with my body while she took all the time she needed to come back to herself.
I’d take care of her. For someone who’d gotten used to everyone taking care of what I needed, it was a heady feeling to be responsible for someone else’s well-being. I didn’t think it went as far as the sub drop I’d read about, but I wasn’t taking any chances. I was in charge, on duty, whatever the fuck you wanted to call it. It made something inside my chest shift in a way I’d never really felt before.
I cradled her head against my chest and made the chair spin slowly, side-to -side. Not with my normal nervous energy, not exactly. More because the movement seemed to soothe us both.
“That was intense,” she said after a few more minutes of cuddling.
Her body didn’t feel quite so relaxed, but she didn’t bother to raise her head from its spot on my chest, which suited me. It felt so right to hold her; she could keep it there as long as she wanted.
