“Safewords, baby.”
“Red and yellow.”
“Have you ever needed to use them?”
“No, Sir.”
“You will stop me or ask me to slow down with those safewords if it becomes too intense.”
“Yes, Sir.”I know the drill.He must be able to trust me.It’s an important part of BDSM.
Mr.Kennedy steps away and nudges my legs wider.
I feel ten times more exposed.
His hand comes to the small of my back.“Lower to your elbows, Kelsey.I want your bottom pushed out and your tits hanging.”
I drop to my forearms, cross them, and set my forehead against them.The position causes my line of sight to be directly at my swaying breasts.My nipples are hard.I’d give just about anything for him to touch them, but I won’t dare ask.
With his hand still on my back, he lifts the other and gives me a firm swat.It packs a punch, more than I expected him to start with, but I love it.I like the pain that comes with impact play.He knows.He’s watched me.
It seems like his palm covers most of my back as he spanks my ass several more times, warming me up, heating my skin all over, including the backs of my thighs.
I’m purring when he pauses.I refuse to let it embarrass me.
He slides his hand between my shoulder blades and leans over.“Color, baby.”
“Green, Sir.”
“Good girl.Shall I continue?”
“Please, Sir.”
He resumes, spanking me harder, every slap of his hand resonating in the room.It’s not a sound I’m used to.It doesn’t have the same thud of a flogger or a paddle.
I wouldn’t have thought it could hurt as good as other implements, but Mr.Kennedy knows what he’s doing.He’s cupping his palm just right to give me the most effective response.
It’s what I need, but at the same time, other things are in play.I’m breaking all my own rules, letting him spank me, letting myself become sexually stimulated from impact play.I knew this would happen.He’s touching me all over.Irrational or not, Hendrix is the man of my dreams.The object of every fantasy.Of course I’m aroused.
I can tell when he’s almost done because he strikes harder, making me sway.I’m moaning when he finally stops.
“Don’t move, Kelsey.Stay in this position.”
I’m panting, unable to stop the primal sounds coming from my mouth.
“Your pussy needs attention, doesn’t it, baby?”He rubs my bottom, his fingers trailing close to my core.
“Yes, Sir.”Oh, God.Please tell me he’s going to give me the release I’m desperate for.I’m so horny that I don’t even care how bad an idea this is.It’s one thing to let him spank me.I could almost pretend it was strictly a business arrangement.I needed the release from impact play, and he’s an available Dom who recognized that and could give it to me.But if he touches my pussy…
“Do you want me to make you come, baby?”
Yes.Fuck, yes.Consequences be damned.
“Yes, Sir.”My voice is almost a whine.
I rise onto my toes when his fingers graze over my folds.That’s all he gives me, though.The barest touch.He moves between my legs.His hands are back on my hips.He’s the one breathing heavily now.
Suddenly, he bends over me, the material of his pants scratching against my heated skin.He kisses my neck.“We didn’t negotiate sex, Kelsey.”
