“Count.” Another slap.
“One!”
Slap.
“Two.”
Slap.
“Three…”
By the time we reach 10, I can barely speak. I’m trembling, tears streaming down my face, but my pussy has never been wetter in my life. He smooths his palm over my burning skin, the gentleness after the violence making me whimper.
“You did so good, baby.” He leans down, pressing kisses to both reddened ass cheeks. “So fucking good for me.”
Baby. He’s never called me that before. My heart squeezes.
He positions himself behind me, his cock pressing against my entrance. But then he shifts higher. “I want your ass, Sophia.”
My breath catches. “Vin, I told you—”
“I know what you told me.” He reaches for the lube in my nightstand drawer. He knows where everything is now and that familiarity is as much of a turn-on as his thick veiny cock. “But you’re ready, and you want it. Tell me I’m wrong.”
I’m nervous. His cock is so big and it’s been a long time, but…. “You’re not wrong.”
“Good girl.” He uncaps the lube, the click loud in the quiet room. “Relax for me. I’ll take care of you.”
And he does. He’s patient, gentle, working me open with his fingers coated in lube until I’m panting, pushing back against his hand, begging for more.
When he finally pushes inside, he goes slowly, giving me time to adjust to the stretch, the overwhelming fullness. I suck in short gasps each time he pushes a little further in, my eyes closed tight, my fingers digging into the bedding.
“It hurts,” I whimper.
His hand slides up my spine, kneading the tense muscles. “Breathe, princess.”
I do, forcing air into my lungs, and gradually my body relaxes, accepting him.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight.” He shudders, holding still, giving me time. “You feel perfect.”
He starts to move, slow at first, then faster, finding a rhythm that has me crying out with every thrust. It’s intense, more intense than anything I’ve ever felt. Not just the physical sensation, though that’s overwhelming enough, but the way he’s doing it, slow, his fingertips digging into my ass where he spanked me then smoothing over my skin. Like he knows everything I’m feeling when he touches me. Like he owns me.
As if he can feel me slip into an almost hypnotic mental state, he starts fucking my ass with a desperation that feels like drowning for both of us.
When he comes, he pulls out, coming all over my ass like an explosion,
We collapse together, a tangle of sweaty limbs and racing heartbeats. I’m laying there, no energy in any part of my body,no thoughts, just bliss. Vin says something I don’t hear then scoops me up and carries me to the shower.
The water is scalding, steam filling the small bathroom. He washes me with surprising gentleness, his large hands careful as they soap my body especially around my sore ass, the welts pinking under the hot water.
“You okay?” His concern melts me.
“More than okay.” I smile up at him, reaching up to trace the line of his jaw. “That was—”
“Yeah.” He captures my hand, pressing a kiss to my palm. “It was.”
We stand under the spray, the hot water washing over us, and for a moment, it feels like we’re the only two people in the world.
Then he pushes me against the shower wall, hooking one of my legs so that I’m wide open, then shoves his cock in my pussy. This time it’s slower, more controlled, his eyes locked on mine as he moves inside me. This time it feels less like fucking and more like—
