I whimpered, another gush of slick drenching my underwear.
“How do you feel about spanking? Bondage?”
“Two thumbs up,” I said before blushing again. “Ugh, pretend that sounded sexy and not super dorky.”
“Everything you say sounds sexy,” Cam responded with a chuckle. “If you get overwhelmed and need a pause, say yellow. If you need to stop everything, say red. I promise I won’t get upset if you use your safe words, but I will be very upset if you need to use them and don’t. Understand, baby girl?”
I nodded.
“Use your words,” he growled.
I whimpered. “Yes, alpha.”
“Good girl. Now, time for your punishment.”
I gasped as he lowered me to the ground and quickly unzipped my dress, pushing it off my body before I realized what was happening. I was standing before him, wearing only the useless scent-blocking underwear I had put on earlier. I froze, trying not to cringe and cover my body. Cam pulled me close and rubbed his face in my hair.
“No feeling self-conscious when you’re standing there looking like a fucking goddess. You are so beautiful. I dream about these curves every night, have fantasized about this from the moment I saw you.”
He cupped my ass tightly and pulled me in for a kiss, his tongue sweeping into my mouth. My skin felt hot and electric, his touch washing away my anxieties about my body. He pulled away, leaving me gasping for air.
“But you definitely do need to be punished.”
With lightning speed, Cam tugged me over to the bed, pulled me over his lap, and pushed my panties down to my knees. I tried to pull myself off his lap, but he pinned my arms firmly behind me.
“The more you struggle, the longer your punishment will be, little omega.”
A thrill rushed through me like little sparks in my stomach. To my embarrassment, more slick gushed out of my sex. I kicked my legs, trying to dislodge his grip, but my underwear limited my movement. I knew we both wanted this and were both getting off on the fight.
I flinched as Cam’s hand rubbed my ass.
“Shh, just relax and take it. I know you want to be my good girl.”
Before I had the chance to respond, his hand came down hard.
Crack.
I let out a whimper at the sting, gasping when his hand smacked my other ass cheek. Cam squeezed both cheeks hard.
“Love that pretty pink color,” he said, making me moan as he massaged my warm skin.
Crack.
I cried out again, the sting radiating through me. Cam continued to pepper my ass, creating an even rhythm. I lost count of how many he had given me. My skin throbbed and grew hot under his touch. He stopped and rubbed in the heat.
“Good girl for taking that warm-up so well.”
I squeaked. That was the warm-up? My ass felt like it was on fire.
“No, I don’t want anymore,” I whined, trying to get away again, all the while hoping he would continue pinning me to his lap.
Cam’s hand came down heavy, harder than any of the previous spanks, and I squealed at the pain.
“No lying, baby girl. I know you want this. I can smell your pussy, the sweetness of your arousal.”
I shook my head, struggling against the vise grip on my wrists.
“No, you don’t want this? Your cunt isn’t drenched right now?”
