Emmy entered minutes later, stripping efficiently, clothes in the bin, and then he heard the armoire open.
She stepped to the bottom of the bed where he could see her, and his heart stuttered at the sight of the heavy leather strap in her hand — thick, unforgiving, and certain to leave deep, lasting marks.
She stepped behind him, the air shifting with her warmth. “I need to de-stress,” she said conversationally, almost gently, as if discussing the weather.
Then the strap whistled and landed in a furious crack across both ass cheeks. Fire bloomed in a line, but before he could get on top of the pain, another line formed. Then another. The strap landed ten times before it stopped, each impact jolting him forward, breath punching out in sharp gasps.
And then cool fingers on his blazing ass, tracing the marks gently first, then firmly, rubbing, so the burn sank deeper.
She stepped away and ordered, “Breathe.”
He did so three times before she started again, still faster than he could handle, ten more times, each overlapping welts he was certain were probably going from red to purple.
She made a mark after every group of ten, which told him this wasn’t going to stop anytime soon. She’d pause between the groups long enough for him to catch his breath.Sometimes, she’d step forward to inspect the damage with her hands, but most of the time, she stood in place.
She hit his ass and the backs of his thighs. Over and over. His skin was swollen and hot, her occasional touch a reminder of her care.
Tears pricked his eyes, breath hitching, but arousal throbbed hard between his legs, his submission a living flame.
“Fifteen,” she said, marking the small whiteboard when he thought it would never end. “You good for another five sets?”
“Whatever you need, Ma’am. I’m here to serve.”
Knowing how much more he had to go was both a relief and a curse. Mostly, it helped. When the final group was finished, Emmy tossed the strap aside and climbed onto the bed, going to hands and knees before him so he had a close-up view of her ass and pussy.
“Lube your cock,” she ordered, voice husky with need. “Then fuck my ass. No prep for me. I want tofeelyou.”
He obeyed, hands shaking as he slicked himself, the cool gel a shock against overheated skin. He caught a glance of his ass in the mirror, a swollen purple masterpiece that looked worse than it felt. Yes, he felt every nerve, but the song was one of sweet ecstasy on top of the blazing agony, and his cock was so hard it fuckinghurt.
He used baby wipes to clean his hands, climbed onto the bed, and pressed in. Her tight ring yielded slowly, and hehesitated when she gasped, but she ordered him to push harder.
So he did, sinking deep, stretching her without mercy. She pushed back, taking him to the hilt, walls clenching hot and fierce.
“Fuck me,” she demanded, voice breaking on a moan. “Fast and hard.”
He pounded her, hips slamming, his swollen ass screaming with the movement, but he didn’t slow.
She came the first time within minutes, her walls spasming around him, dragging him deeper as pleasure tore through her in shuddering waves. “Again,” she gasped, and he drove relentlessly until her second crest hit sharper, body convulsing, nails clawing the sheets.
The third took longer, and she went to knees-and-chest, then played with her clit. When she came this time, her screams echoed against the walls as she clenched vise-tight, milking him in endless pulses.
“Come with me,” she ordered, her voice raw and commanding.
Permission unleashed him, and his release ripped through his body and soul. His cock pulsed thick and hot inside her ass in violent spasms that left him shaking, nearly sobbing with the intensity as love and surrender crashed over him in waves.
They collapsed sideways onto the bed, bodies tangled and spent. Emmy pulled him close, arms wrapping around his trembling frame, lips pressing soft kisses to his temple.
“Thank you,” she whispered, voice thick with emotion. “You were exactly what I needed.”
Spence closed his eyes, overwhelmed, and his breath hitched. “I feel like I should be thanking you.”
They drifted fast into sleep, limbs entwined.
Emmy was awakened by Spence’s alarm the next morning, the soft chime pulling her from sleep enough to register the warm weight of him beside her, his body already stirring to rise.
She reached out before he could slip away, fingers curling around his forearm in lazy possession. “Not yet,” she told him, voice husky with sleep and want. “I want your mouth.”
Spence’s scent shifted, the sweet hit of arousal filling her sinuses, and he slid down the bed without a word, disappearing under the blankets, between her legs.
