“Baby?” I can hear the worry mounting the longer I haven’t been answering—the moments where I wasn’t breathing.
“Aaron—” It’s such a pathetic—choked plea. My nails are digging into him. “Again.”
It’s silent for a moment—but in the same way you can feel when someone walks up behind you—I know he raises his hand. And—Crack!
Nothing. It’s all black—no air, no sound, no sight, no memories. Me—the pleasure, the pain—Aaron. Ah fuck this feels so fucking good.
The room starts to return to me, and air finally decides to enter my lungs.
“Ughh.” I’m taking deep breaths, eyes so full of tears as I release little sobs that I can’t see under me. I remember what Aaron told me earlier.
“I’m going to spank that ass so hard you bleed, Benjamin.”
Would he really? If I asked him to? I see blonde strands out of the corner of my eye as they stick to my skin.
“Aaron—” I gasp, feeling his gentle rubs as he lets me gather myself. “Am I bleeding yet?” Aaron releases a loud, amused laugh. Like he’s shocked by the question—like he was genuinely expecting me to call it quits after that last hit.
“No—just bruised in a few spots.” He says through his laughter.
“Then more.” Aaron’s voice dies out and I feel his hand move up my back to mywaist.
“Button…” If he judges me for liking this kind of kink, I’ll be shocked. And also a bit disappointed—I’ve always thought we were matched in our freaky.
Aaron pulls me up from his thigh to stand on my knees in front of him—careful not to sit down just yet.
“Yes?” I ask, staring up at him. I watch the heat, the desire—the primal need to finish ripping me to shreds that overtakes the depths of his eyes upon seeing my face. Absolutely wrecked from crying, my own spit, and no doubt I look half conscious.
“You want another?” I nod and he’s grinning, shaking his head at me. “Baby—you just came.” My eyes widen and I can feel a blush filling my cheeks and spreading down my neck.
“What?” Maybe I heard him wrong.
“You came.” I look down at myself and sure enough—on my chest and stomach, on Aaron’s thigh, on the sheet under us. My come. I finished at some point.
“When? I don’t…” Aaron kisses the top of my head and then leans down, licking the come off of a section of my chest. He hums as he swallows—licks his lips.
“Right at the end of that last spanking—I could feel it on my thigh. You didn’t feel it? Don’t remember?” I shake my head, looking up at him when he stands back at his full height. “Damn. That’s pretty hot. You really like it, huh? I’m pretty sure you can’t even breathe for a solid ten seconds every time.” The ego-stroking this is doing is probably not the best for me in the long run—but fuck—he’s right. Ireallylike it. Enough to come without me knowing, apparently.
“I can’t. I can’t breathe or hear or see—it’s amazing. And it feels really good.” I tell him. He continues to grin down at me, shaking his head slightly.
“My little demon. Such a masochist.” There’s a small piece of me—the piece that remembers Drew and how he shit talked this type of sex—and it makes me nervous. Is Aaron liking this too? Or does he think it’s weird?
“Do you think I’m weird?” Because there’s no point in dragging it out—he either does or he doesn't. The fallout on the other hand…
“If you are, then I’m probably weirder for liking being on this end—hitting you so hard you can’t breathe or hear or see.” His hand cups my jaw when I smile at him—one of those big, warm smiles. The kind I haven’t felt inso long.But I’m relieved and I’m happy, dimples caving deep into my cheeks.
“Looks like we were made for each other, then.” I try to sound nonchalant but instead I sound completely and totally in love. Aaron leans down and kisses me—slowly dragging his tongue over mine and the ball that sits on it, over the roof of my mouth, over the inside of my cheeks.
“This is something we already knew.” He says when he leans back up.
“So—am I bleeding?” Slowly, that predatorial little grin creeps its way back onto Aaron’s face.
“No.” I give him an unbothered shrug.
“Well, it’s the rules. Can’t do anything about it. Let’s get back to it.” Aaron laughs—shaking his head at me again—but he’s picking me up and bending me over his left knee anyway. My dick is soft now and I’m curious as to how this will play out.
“Button—because we took a break and you took so many, your ass is super sensitive. So not only am I going to smack you much,muchharder—but that pain will be added on as well.” He warns me, hand rubbing the small of my back.
I’m ready. I want it.
