When she came inside the house, Stone took the opportunity to share his plan with Nico, wanting to ensure they were on the same page.
Stevie finally relaxed when Stone dragged the leather down her spine, lightly caressing. He swept it across her ass. Back and forth, again and again. When he pulled it back, he kneaded her ass.
“Right here, baby.” He patted her ass softly. “I’m gonna warm you up. I’ll put the belt right here. You ready?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
Stone focused, pulling his arm back, angling the leather so the swing would land where he wanted it. He delivered three rapid smacks, using very little force.
She moaned softly, shaking her ass. “More, Stone. Please.”
He looked at Nico. He was watching him, and his subtle nod was the encouragement Stone needed.
He spanked her with one well-placed hit, landing it on his mark.
Stevie whimpered.
“Another?”
“Yes.”
He spanked her again, landing the blow in a different spot.
She moaned again, louder when Nico reached between her legs to fondle her cunt.
“Darlin’, you’re wet.”
“Mmm-hmm. More, please.”
Stone remembered the first time he’d spanked her. They’d been fooling around up in the hayloft. Stevie had teased him with her mouth but stopped before she finished him off. He’d threatened to punish her for it. Her response had been to taunt him more, pushing him until he made good on his promise. He’d smacked her ass with his hand, and she had begged for more. He’d tested the waters, landing one of the smacks directly on her pussy. Stevie had orgasmed from the impact, surprising them both. It was then that Stone realized she wasn’t merely playing along to please him. She craved a rougher touch.
From that point on, they’d experimented. He’d learned what she did and didn’t like, and they went from there. He had trusted her to tell him when it was too much, and that was how their bond had formed.
“Two more,” Stone told her. “You want me to leave a mark?”
Stevie turned her head, peering back at him. “Yes.”
He wasn’t sure he was capable of delivering that mark with the belt since he was still uncertain about his ability to land it without hurting her, but he would try. And if that didn’t work, his handprint would look just as lovely on her sexy little ass.
Stone delivered the next one with force and precision. Stevie shot forward, crying out. Instantly, she pushed her ass back.
“One more! Now, Stone.”
He could feel Nico’s eyes on them as he did her bidding, spanking her again, this time as hard as he was comfortable with.
Stevie cried out, her back arching.
Stone dropped the belt and thrust two fingers inside her. Her pussy spasmed around his fingers.
“Jesus, baby. You’re comin’.”
She nodded and whimpered as she tried to fuck his hand.
“Get under her,” he instructed Nico. “She needs to be fucked.”
While Nico gladly shifted into place, Stone pulled his fingers from inside her and went to the nightstand to retrieve the lube.
He paused when he noticed something was different. The last time he’d been here, there hadn’t been anything on the nightstand. Now there was a little white alarm clock, one of those colored bands Stevie used to pull her hair up, a tube of watermelon-flavored lip balm, and what looked to be a romance novel.
