Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 93425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Enzo enters the room, a predatory smile on his lips that should make me want to run but only makes me melt into the carpet. He walks with such confidence that I threaten to shutter in on myself. I refuse to fold under his stare and force myself to meet his confidence with my own.
If I thought that was going to do anything to deter Enzo, I’m wrong. It only spurs him on more.
“My beautiful, gorgeous girl,” he purrs. The words cover me like a warm blanket, relaxing me and helping to release some of the tension I’ve been feeling all day. I hate he has this effect on me.
He moves his hands to my face, gently tracing my jawline with his fingers. Like earlier, his thumb comes to rest on my lip as he tilts my face up to meet his eyes. “Are you ready for your spanking?”
“I’m not a child.”
“I know you’re not. I wouldn’t be spanking you if you were. You need this. You need the release from the responsibility you’ve been carrying around. Let me do this for you.”
I should fight him more on this. The desire to let him take control is building, and denying him feels like a losing battle at this point. He’s right. I want this. I may not understand why I want this, but it’s undeniable. My lips open, but the only thing that comes out is short, panting breaths.
“Fuck baby,” Enzo growls as he pulls me to him. The kiss is as feral as it is sweet. His lips punish mine, moving against me at a bruising pace, but he holds my body to him, and he grounds me to the earth.
He guides me over to the bed, pushing my body down on the new plush mattress. When I’m dizzy from the lack of oxygen, he pulls away and starts kissing down my neck. My hands scramble to find purchase on him, clawing at his shoulders and back as he finds the sensitive points of my neck that I don’t realize exist. Everything else fades away. He hasn’t undressed me, but it feels like he’s unraveling me. Taking all the poorly strung together pieces of my life and leaving them in a pile until it is just pleasure coursing through my veins.
His lips linger on my skin for a second longer before he pulls back and whispers praises to me. “You’re such a good girl for coming to the room and giving yourself to me like this. God gorgeous, you make me such a happy man by letting me touch you like this. I need you naked for your spanking.”
He urges me to stand up, holding me when I feel unsteady. The strip tease is anything but sexy. I struggle to get my clothes off without falling on the ground, but Enzo doesn’t mind. His worshipful gaze takes in each revealed piece of skin as it becomes available for his consumption. “My greatest regret about our hookup was the fact I never got to see you naked.”
“Worth the wait?” The words are mine. At least, I think they are. I don’t recognize the voice though, it’s sultrier than mine.
He’s clothed, I’m naked. He’s sitting, waiting for me to lay myself across his lap so he can spank me. His dominance has never been more obvious than it is at the moment. And yet I feel powerful. I feel free.
“I could spend every minute of every day kissing you, feeling you, fucking worshipping you, and it still wouldn’t be enough.”
His voice is raspy as he reaches out and roughly grabs onto one of my breasts. He squeezes it, thumb swiping over the nipple until it’s aching for more. I’m gasping and on the verge of begging when he leans forward and catches it in his mouth. His tongue lavishes over it, soothing the sting of his rough touch while his hand restarts the same treatment on my other breast. He continues this, switching his mouth and hand between my breasts until small whimpers and pleas fall from my mouth.
When he finally pulls away from my chest, heavy pants and whimpers fall from my lips and my entire body feels flushed with need. My body is limp and compliant when he pulls me to him. He drapes me over his lap, his hands running over the bare skin of my ass reverently. His erection presses into my stomach. The first three spankings come in quick succession. Sharp stings on different parts of my butt. Enzo growls his approval. “I knew this ass would be fucking perfect for this,” he murmurs. The next two come slower and heavier, one on each cheek and accompanied by a strong squeeze. My skin warms under his ministrations.
“Next time, I’m going to make you count the spanks while I deliver them, and you will thank me for each one. This time, you just need to be a good girl and take it,” he tells me, his dirty whispers swarming into my head. The only thing I can say in response is a low moan. I squirm in his lap to feel his hard cock press into me. My movements earn me another stinging slap. A whimper escapes lips and Enzo’s cock twitches in response.