Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 74968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
“Come on over here,” I ordered. He obediently finished stripping off his pants, but didn’t stop with the dancing even after he straddled me in the chair. I was only too happy to serve as his stripper pole. Our hard cocks brushed together, an electric sensation I still wasn’t used to. I liked it, though, same as I liked his slim body in my lap, the hard planes of his chest, the softness of his flat stomach, the strength in his thighs.
“Want me to get myself ready?” he asked as his gaze landed on the condoms and lube behind the lamp on the end table next to us.
“For someone beggin’ for a repeat, you sure do like to rush.” I chuckled. My body was as impatient as his, but I was also determined to draw this out, make it last, squeeze in all the kissing and touching I could.
“It’s that or let you edge me to death.” He stuck his tongue out at me.
“Just for that back talk, you’re not coming until after I do.” I made my voice all stern, loving his answering shiver.
“And how many episodes will that be?” He continued right on being defiant, and I manhandled him around, easily flipping him across my thighs.
“Watch your sass.” I squeezed his ass.
“I will.” He gave a satisfied groan.
“You seem awfully happy to be ass up over my lap.” I fondled his ass some more, alternating between light caresses and firm squeezes. “Reckon I might need to teach you a lesson.”
I reached for the lube, intending to take my time fingering him open until he remembered the value of waiting and was begging me to fuck him, but to my surprise, he made a frustrated noise.
“Thought you were going to spank me.”
“That a complaint or a request?” I cupped his ass again with my free hand.
“Both.” Adler turned his head to stare up at me with big, eager eyes as he licked his lips. “Never been spanked. I might like it.”
Me too. I’d played around a little before, but I’d always been hyperaware of my own strength, torn between liking the spanking and worrying I liked it too much. Taming a brat was one thing, while putting a hurt on someone was a whole different beast. Enjoying handing out pain, even consensual, made me a mite uneasy. And yet, want coursed through me. Adler had been begging me to punish him for weeks now, and my resistance was wearing thin.
“If you’re any good at it,” he taunted.
Crack. I didn’t give him any warning before dishing out a measured swat on his ass. He yelped, but he sounded more surprised than pained.
“Still curious?” I kept my voice indifferent.
“Very.” He thrust his ass toward my hand as if I might miss the message. I went ahead and set the lube back down so I had both hands free to play.
“Gonna give you ten.” I groped his ass. The way he wriggled around had me hard as fuck, but I also hadn’t lost my determination to draw this out. “You decide otherwise, you say red or pinch my leg.”
“Got it.” He grinned up at me a final time before turning his face away. Keeping my strength in check, I swatted him three more times, enough to bring a pale rosy glow to his ass. Adler gave a low moan and kept on wriggling around. “Surprised that’s all you’ve got.”
Smack. I took that as a dare to go harder on my next two spanks. He groaned low after each one like I was handing out candy, not a spanking. Adrenaline coursed through me, a mix of desire and satisfaction. I couldn’t believe how much he seemed to like even the harder stuff.
“You sure do like playin’ the brat. Reckon you’ve been needing someone to take you in hand.”
“Yes. Please.” He moaned even before I spanked him again. I went slightly harder with each of my next few swats, enjoying the way his ass went from the barest of flushes to deeper pink handprints. His skin was so pale that each mark stood out like a vivid brand. My whole body thrilled at the sight. I had a powerful like for him wearing my marks.
Slowly, his wiggling around and loud moans gave way to breathy gasps and more deliberate motions that followed the rhythm of the spanking, rubbing himself against my thigh. A sense of calm settled over both of us, and I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen Adler’s expression so peaceful. His face was slightly turned toward me, eyes shut, mouth slack, cheeks pink.
“One more.” I was almost reluctant to break this magical spell, but I’d said ten and meant to stick to it. Massaging his ass, I inspected my handiwork, picking the perfect place for the last spank, right on the curve of his cheek. I drew my hand back, and we held our breath in unison before I swatted him, the hardest one yet, and he gave a broken moan like he was five seconds from climax.