Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 93713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 469(@200wpm)___ 375(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
“But first, I want to say I’m sorry you had a crappy day.”
“Oh.” He made a startled noise. “Didn’t realize how much I needed to hear that.”
“You deserve nice things, Avery. Good things. Even on crappy days. Especially on crappy days.”
“Thank you.” He kissed me sweetly on the mouth. “I’ll work on believing that.”
“Good.” I kissed him back, softer to show that I’d made him be direct because I truly wanted to give him whatever he needed. I hadn’t wanted to be in a situation where he could later claim he hadn’t wanted the spanking nor one where he was using me to punish himself. Stress relief, sure, but I wanted to help Avery, not provide new ways for him to hate himself. But now that he’d made himself clear, I was all-in on giving it to him. “Do you want to go put on your new sexy panties for me?”
“Yeah.” He scooted his way off the bed, then turned back toward me. “I get that you needed me to ask for it, but can I still be smart-mouthed?”
I chuckled so much that I fell back against the pillows. “Yes. You can be as bratty as you need to be. I can handle it. Game on. Just remember that safe word we talked about?”
“I know. I’ll remember red. But I really, really want this, want you to push me. Like the resistance on a weight machine. If that makes sense.”
I nodded. “You want something to push against. I get it. Go get sexy. But no unnecessary cock touching. And get ready to be fucked.”
That made him blush deep red, but he nodded as he removed his prosthesis and set it on the spare bed. We’d fucked a couple of times since the snow day, and Avery continued to find the logistics of fucking more than a little embarrassing, whereas it was a turn-on for me, knowing he was thinking about what we were going to do, wanting it, preparing for it.
Hell, merely the sound of the shower was enough to get me half-hard. And by the time I’d stripped off my shirt, turned back the covers, dimmed the lights, and set out the other supplies we’d need, I was fully raring to go, even before Avery emerged from the bathroom. Hair damp, water droplets clinging to his buff chest, he was an utter vision in the pink panties, exactly how I’d known he would be. The curve of his ripped bicep mirrored the curve of the delicate waistband, a juxtaposition that made my breath catch.
“Fuck. Talk about a sex serpent. Damn, you look hot.”
“I had a bit of trouble getting them on.” Tossing his towel near the bed, he glanced down at the panties, an impish smile replacing his earlier uncertainty. “Got hard in the shower.”
“Thought I said no touching.” I hid a smile because I’d added that request precisely to give him a rule to break.
“I didn’t come.” His voice was surly perfection.
“But you did touch.” I gestured at his erection which strained the thin silky fabric. “Didn’t feel like listening?”
“Nope. Not in the mood to listen.” He added a lip snarl, but the flex of his cock said he was enjoying himself plenty. “Figured you wouldn’t do anything about it.”
“You guessed wrong.” I grabbed his left arm and hauled him closer to where I sat on the edge of the bed. “Come here. Over my lap.”
“Make me.” He didn’t pull away, but he did plant his heels.
“Oh, you are in a naughty mood.” I manhandled him over my thighs, earning a happy sigh from Avery before he went back to his bratty tone.
“Better punish me good.”
“You’re not giving the orders here.” I groped his ass, squeezing and pulling the fabric taut.
“Sorry, sir, Lieutenant, sir.” Oh, that sing-song voice was absolutely asking for it. Crack. I let loose the first spank, harder than the little love taps I’d given him in the past, but not full strength.
“Ow.” Avery tried to reach back to rub his ass, but I wouldn’t let him, placing his left hand on the bed instead.
“Want to say sorry for disrespecting me?”
“Not a chance.”
Smack. I put some heat on that one, aiming it lower, where it would have more impact.
“Your smart mouth earned you five more. Don’t make me double it.”
“Not like it hurts.” He smirked, exactly like I’d known he would.
“Ten.” That’s what I’d planned the whole time, but I was happy to let him brat his way there. Whack. I doled out the first, going harder than the warm-up ones, making his ass jiggle and him groan.
“Okay, that I felt.”
“Warned you,” I said gleefully. Damn. Playing like this was fun. I knew he could take it, and I trusted him to tell me if I crossed any lines. I’d set out to do this mainly for Avery, give him what he needed to let go and escape, be a stress relief for his bad day. I hadn’t realized that I needed this too, that responding to his bratty play would be fun, pleasurable even, a high I hadn’t experienced before. His trust was like a drug, and earning his submission made my chest expand, my shoulders rolling back, my whole body feeling lighter and more powerful with every spank I counted off.