I end up sprawled across his thighs, belly down, in a perfect position to be spanked, and dear Fate, they land!
Two—very light—claps tap my ass cheeks, clearly not meant to hurt, more like humiliate, which I low-key dig. I’ve been naughty, for sure.
And his hand stays there after! A very welcome aftereffect.
It’s also too late to fight it. The damn virile alpha body magic kicks in again at full force. Against logic, I melt on his lap like pink jelly, practically liquefied, my submissive mode switching on automatically without asking for my permission.
A strange silence settles in. Eliano’s fingers lightly squeeze the curve of my ass. Once, twice. Wow. That feels good. He should definitely keep doing that.
The pressure, the slow kneading, the sensual massage, it’s good, really good, and an unwanted moan slips out of my throat.
In one sudden, rough move, Eliano yanks my sweatpants down off my ass, and my pale mounds are suddenly right in front of his face.
Do I protest? Nope. It’s safer to say I would protest if hedidn’tdo it.
He gives me a few more light spanks, more like playful pats than anything else. It’s obvious pain isn’t the point here, but something else entirely.
After a moment of playful jiggling, making my ass cheeks wobble, Eliano gently spreads my buttocks and the silence stretches.
What is he doing? I can feel his breath gently brushing against my little pucker.
„I know you’re looking at this," I whisper. With my head hanging down, my voice comes out breathy.
And he replies, "I sure am. It’s sooo pretty."
Enough blood has rushed to my head in this position that there’s really no room left for any intelligent answer.
"Funny," he says, "because I want to kiss it more than your upper mouth since those can be downright venomous."
Duh, I take that as a compliment and mutter, "Go ahead…"
Oh my good Fate. A moment later I feel Eliano’s soft, warm mouth on my sensitive ring. Sweetly kissing, subtly licking. A sound somewhere between a whine and a mewl escapes my throat because it feels unreal.
For one perfect minute, I wallow in the sensation, letting out a whole serenade of obscene, lust-soaked sounds.
And then he says it.
The thing that ruins everything.
"Am I imagining it, or does it look like a different color? Darker?"
Why, Eliano! I was lost in abandon, sweetly drifting in a pink haze and you are starting a discussion about my fucking anal appearance. What the hell is wrong with you?
"What are you even talking about?" I mutter reluctantly.
"I mean, I’m no expert and I’ve never seen something like this up close before, but it looks like it’s getting kind of… deeper shade of pink? Like just before… heat?" He adds the last word with hesitation.
A wave of confusion hits me so hard my body almost jerks up, and I practically tumble off his lap onto the floor, panting.
Our eyes meet, his are a bit darkened.
"Do you have… a small mirror?" I blurt out, my voice a little strangled.
"I’ll check. Damien filled my toiletry bag, I haven’t really looked through it yet."
Eliano gets up, and he’s definitely tenting his pants, which I note with deep satisfaction. He grabs a black toiletry bag from his side of the closet and pulls out a small mirror.
I almost snatch it out of his hand and examine myself in a very undignified position, squatting on the rug, legs spread, staring at my hole.
