Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 80495 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80495 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
She tears her eyes open, and her whole body goes rigid. “You will do as I say!” And then, she breaks into laughter. And whimpers because the laughter tightens all her muscles, and I still have my fingers inside her, and I’m panting all over her clit. “What if I say please?” she asks.
She’s insane. And…it’s hot and irresistible. I like that she asks for what she wants, and when it’s not enough, she demands it. “Still no.”
“Oh. Maybe I’ve been a bad girl. Maybe you should punish me.”
What the shit?
“I—don’t punish people in bed.”
“Oh.” She blinks at me. “How sad for me.” Then, she blinks again, turning serious this time. “Oh, you really mean it.”
“What kind of punishment?” Why am I even asking this?
“I don’t know. Spankings? You could spank me for being bad and trying to take charge, for demanding more fingers. Then you could kiss it better after. I’d be extra wet, and you could punish me for that too, but the more spankings you give me, the wetter I’m going to get.”
I don’t want a history disclosure here, but I do want to know if this is her thing. If she…if…okay, I want to know how much experience she has with this.
“None,” she answers, doing that eerie reading-my-mind thing. “I’ve never been spanked. I’ve never asked to be spanked. I do want to sit down tomorrow morning and all that, so blistering my bottom red isn’t really high up on my list of fantasies, but like, a good smack on each cheek?”
“I’m not sure I know how. What if I hit you too hard?” Again, why am I even asking this?
“You could start out light.”
She pulls away, gets up, walks to the edge of the bed, and drapes herself over. The twin moons of her ass are on full display, and they’re very creamy white in the moonlight coming through the window. I am not a kinky bastard, I swear, but she put it out there, and now my brain is going haywire. I’m not going to put my handprint on either of those cheeks, but my god, I see it. It’s there in my mind.
“If you spank me,” she says, wriggling her bottom in the air until my mouth goes completely dry, “it will be a first for me. I’ve always wanted to try it. You have to admit, I’ve been awful, breaking the contract, demanding that you pleasure me, giving orders. I’ve taken full control, and I need to be put back in my place.”
“No, Ignacia…” I’m horrified. And it shows.
She turns around and gives me a coy look. “I’m kidding, Beau. This is a game. People sometimes like role-playing when they’re sexing. I think it sounds fun. I’ve never done it before. If you’re up for it, I’d like it to be you.”
“Why?” I rasp.
“Because you’re a big, dangerous bodyguard, and you like to pretend you’re all hard and badass and that you have no feelings. People like that are the kind of people who like to give out spankings. I think. Usually?”
I’m frozen for too long. She whips around. “Okay, never mind.” She sits on the edge of the bed, and her face is scarlet. “We can just have regular missionary sex. Or I can go on top. I can even reverse on top if you like.”
“No.”
“Oh, I—I see.” She twists a strand of her hair around her finger. “Alright.” She looks around for something, and I realize it’s her shorts. “Okay, never mind, then. I—if there’s something wrong with me, you could just say it.”
“There’s nothing wrong with you! I do want to spank you!” Oh god, oh god, fuck, what is even happening here? Ignacia is so sweet and kind, all sugary and mousy and a good girl in her regular life. How the ever living fucking hell is she asking me to do this? Then again, are two small swats to see if she likes it really asking for a lot? Maybe she’s always wanted to try this, yet she’s never had the courage to ask for it, and I’ve just shut her down.
“Ummm, I could repay the favor and bite you aggressively later if you’d like that. On—on the nipple.”
“I don’t like having my nipples touched,” I tell her.
“Really?” She searches my face. “It sounds more like you haven’t had your nipples touched before, and you’re unsure about it because it sounds strange. But if you’re for real for real on that, then I don’t have to go near them. I will stay away from your nipples.” She says that in her most strict and authoritative voice.
I twirl my finger, needing to get this in hand. Nipples are an erogenous zone, another intimate zone. “It’s not the nipples per se.” Damn her, I want her mouth on them now, just because I shouldn’t and have never let myself want that with anyone. Wanting one thing always leads to wanting more, and that’s never an option if you want to save yourself and someone else from hurt.