Total pages in book: 12
Estimated words: 11120 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 56(@200wpm)___ 44(@250wpm)___ 37(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11120 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 56(@200wpm)___ 44(@250wpm)___ 37(@300wpm)
“Pink.” He sounds like he’s been punched in the gut. He trails his fingers across my bottom, exploring. My panties are so thin, I feel everything. The way his rough callouses catch on my soft skin. There’s reverence in the way he touches me.
His palm crashes down, and the air goes out of my lungs. He peppers my bottom with sharp, stinging smacks. Tears spring into my eyes.
But a part of me is satisfied. This is more like it. He said this was punishment. Punishment shouldn't be fun. This is the way I earn my reward. And I love to strive and earn things. To prove myself.
“This is what happens to naughty girls who disobey me.” He spanks in a rhythm, harder when he wants to emphasize something. “You’ll remember my lecture this time, Lainey. You’ll never put yourself in danger again.”
Yes, yes, yes. I can’t speak. I can’t breathe.
The flat of his hand claps my bottom, hard, sending fire shooting through me. “Your ass is getting nice and pink for me.”
My breath rushes out of me in a half gasp. Am I laughing? Crying? This is so weird. The humiliation and intimacy all rolled into one.
He pulls down my panties and I freeze up again, imaging my big dimpled bottom on display. His hand skates across my skin, barely touching me. I want to wiggle away from him but he catches me before I even try.
“You're almost done with your punishment. And then…” He dips his fingers between my legs, brushing the pouting lips of my pussy. All the air leaves the room. “Breathe, Lainey.”
He lets his palm crash down on one cheek and then the other, covering every part of my bottom and even the tops of my thighs. I kick my feet and writhe, but he winds a leg around mine, pinning me so that I'm still. He’s way stronger than I am.
The part of me that's fighting gives up and lets go. My thoughts float away, too. There's nothing but Joel’s body wrapped around mine, and the punishing kiss of his hand on my skin that sparks heat and pain.
I float in a warm haze. I don't realize he stopped spanking me until he strokes my labia again and a different sensation sings through me. His skilled fingers dance over my intimate parts, finding my clit and painting it with my own wetness. This is so different to when I touch myself, or the few fumbling attempts my ex made. With Logan, if my clit was in Kansas, his finger would be at the North or South Pole.
“You did good for me, taking your punishment.” He takes one of my lower lips between his thumb and forefinger, and rubs. “Now it's time for your reward.” I'm restless, shifting on his legs again. He clamps his limbs down and holds me so that I can’t slide away. Unable to move, I’m forced to focus on the feelings. He tickles my clit and circles it, rubbing at the itchiest spots, making the neediness build in my limbs until a little golden pulse flares through me and satisfaction floods my core. My lips part and my breath comes in a rush. The first pulse is followed by another, and another. And all the while, Joel rubs my back, murmuring, “Good girl.”
I’m wobbly when he pulls off my underwear and jeans and eases me back up. My face is flushed from being upside down. My hair is a lost cause.
“Whoa,” I breathe, and his eyes crinkle.
He holds my gaze as he licks his fingers. I’m too blissed out to feel embarrassed.
“There's another reason I came up here tonight,” I tell him. He’s clothed, and I’m naked from my hips down. Not quite my fantasy, but we’re a quarter of the way there.
He inclines his head, the flinty spark in his Arctic gaze warning me to tell him the whole truth. My bottom throbs.
“I wanted to give you a gift.” I pause but he doesn’t guess what I wanted to give him. I’ll have to spell it out. Problem is, I don't think I can say it out loud.
I grab the hem of my sweater and pull it over my head. It drops to the floor. I wait, wearing nothing but my blush-pink bra. Please, please, get what I’m trying to tell you.
Understanding lights his eyes. He grips my hips and pulls me closer to him. “This is what you want?” There's a rough edge to his voice. Underneath my burning bottom, his dick surges.
“Actually,” I say, “it's more like a gift you could give me. Because…” the word sticks in my throat, “I’ve never done it before.”
His eyes flare, then narrow. “Lainey… are you telling me you're a virgin?”
I bob my head up and down, and remember to use my words. “Yes.”