I hear him suck his fingers clean. "Jesus, you taste so fucking good." He rests his forehead against the back of my bent neck, sucking in deep breaths as he slides a finger through my seam, gathering my juices.
I hear him pop it in his mouth and suck it clean, grumbling his pleasure. "Sweet as honey."
My hair has been in a braid since the short, cold shower in the hospital; he tugs it free of the braid and skates his fingers through the kinked waves, then wraps the whole mass around his fist. My pulse goes frantic in anticipation.
"Please, please, please," I whimper, not pretending or faking or exaggerating.
He presses me forward by his grip on my hair until I'm bent in half over the bed. "Close your eyes." I close them, panting whimpers. "Do you trust me, Brys?"
"Yes, Jakob, I trust you."
"Ask for it again."
"Please spank me."
He bends over me, lips to my ear. "As you wish."
Smack!
I cry out in shock, spasming forward in a visceral reaction. My left ass cheek stings terribly, a hot burning across the flesh where his hand connected, hard. Before I can process that he's actually spanked me, his palm cracks across my right cheek, and I cry out again, jerking almost upright.
He isn't touching me, then. "More?"
"Y-yes, p-please."
"Then bend over the bed." I obey, and his hands cup my ass, smoothing and soothing in soft, gentle, loving circles. "Good girl. Ready?"
I nod. "Y-yes. Yes. More. Please."
“Grab the blankets. Hold on tight." His voice is close, hot, dark with arousal, vibrating with pleasure. "And feel free toscream as loud as you want, honey. I had these apartments soundproofed. No one can hear you screaming."
Oh, oh god. Oh god.
Crack! His hand slaps my right cheek again, and then my left without pause or warning. I cry again at each smack, louder.
"Touch your pussy, Brys." He bends over me, fits his fingers to my sex, slips a thick digit inside me, smears my juices over my throbbing clit—I scream, then, as I quake on the cusp of climax from the one touch. "Touch your pussy while I spank you."
The next time he smacks my ass, I grab the blankets over my head with one hand and fit my fingers of the other to my sex, and then wait—the next smack comes unexpectedly, and I flick my clit with my fingertips in time with the spanking.
A lightning bolt strikes me, searing through my belly and core first, spreading up to tighten my nipples and down to make my ass cheeks flush with a rush of blood. I scream out loud as the initial rush of orgasm smashes through me.
Jakob growls as I lurch forward with the climax. "Fucking hell, Brys. You're coming already?"
He spanks me again, left… right… left… right; now hard enough to make me cry out in shock, now soft little taps, and then he doesn't spank at all, just pets my bottom, smoothing the bruised flesh. And through it all, I finger my clit in ever faster circles, and my climax crests and recedes, breaks me, and then fades.
That’s when he keeps his promise.
I’m shaking through a wave of climax when I hear him spit, and then saliva-wet fingers touch my asshole. I tense, gasp.
“Trust me, darling.”
My legs shake, and then threaten to give out.
"Jakob, I…I can't…" I feel my knees dipping. "Jakob—"
“Trust me.”
I sink against the bed and force myself to relax, breathing and softening myself for him. He hums a low, aroused growl as he smears saliva over my asshole, spits on his fingers again, and smears again, until I’m dripping with hot, wet spit. Then, he presses a fingertip against me. I whimper. Pressure, and I…at first, I don’t like it. It feels unnatural and intrusive. But I let out a breath and soften again, release tension. I gasp as he slips that finger deeper, and then deeper.
