Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 129113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
“You know what’s going to happen, now, don’t you?”
She looked back at him without answering, her face flushed and her lips parted.
“If you don’t want this, now’s the time to beg.” He waited, but her silence remained. “Good girl.”
Satisfaction stronger than the arousal that tortured his dick flushed through him. She wanted him, and he knew exactly how.
He let his fingers play in the dip of her knee, smoothing his palm up the inside of her leg to the juncture between her thighs. Tracing a line with a finger around her pussy, he teased her until her clit came to life and she started wiggling.
“Keep still,” he said, “or I won’t make you come.”
He took his time admiring the soft curves of her white ass. The marks he’d left were gone. He’d always been an ass man, and hers was an invitation to leave an imprint of his fingers. His hand itched to give her the erotic punishment she wanted before fucking it all better.
His hand came down on the underside of her ass cheek. Although he’d kept it light, she screamed and bucked, more from fright than pain, but he held fast. He gave her a succession of slaps, each overlapping the previous marginally, leaving a faint red glow on her milky skin.
He kissed the nape of her neck. “You want this, don’t you?”
She moaned with her face burrowed in the bedcovers.
“I can’t hear you.”
“Yes,” she sobbed. “You know I do.”
“I know your darkness, Alice.” His hand fell on her pussy, not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to turn her pussy lips pink and make her beg.
“Oh, God yes, just like that. Please, Ivan.”
He gave her a few more taps, and then slightly increased the pressure of his palm. After every four swats he stopped to caress her clit. By the time her struggling turned to squirming, her pussy glistened with her arousal, and her moans were different.
“We’re going to get you a whole lot wetter, yet, Princess.”
He smoothed his palms over her ass, cupping the soft flesh. Clever girl that she was, she understood the warning the gentle touch implied, because she clenched her ass muscles and held her breath. Anticipation before being penetrated could be a powerful stimulant but not before a spanking. Waiting for the lash to fall would only cause her stress. Without prolonging her suffering, he inflicted the next blow, quickly followed by the next. Keeping them light but coming fast, he found his rhythm, spanking her pretty ass pink and her pussy soaking wet. When there wasn’t a patch of skin that didn’t glow with heat, Alice was grinding herself on him, trying desperately to get the orgasm she so well deserved.
“I’m going to give it to you now, baby.”
He deposited her on the floor and pushed her upper body down on the bed with her ass hanging off the edge. Positioning himself behind her, he dragged the head of his cock through her folds and groaned. God, she was hot. He plunged forward, knowing he’d glide in easily. She took him like silk, giving way as his hard shaft impaled her soft body.
Her inner muscles quivered around him while her moans filled his senses. He started moving, in and out, keeping it light enough to drive her need higher and prolong her orgasm. When it came, it would be all the more explosive. Four more strokes, and her pussy clenched on him like a vise. She made the beautiful little sound she always did just before she came, his cue to let go and drive deeper.
As she broke, he went over the edge. He emptied himself in her, a deep satisfaction settling in his soul. She belonged to him. She could escape the destiny that had thrown them together as little as she could deny their insatiable attraction.
Not wanting the moment to end, he kept on pumping until his dick turned soft and slipped from her body. His seed ran over the red imprint of his fingers down her legs. She looked stunning, marked by his hands and his cock. Her upper body collapsed on the bed when he let go of her hair, her shoulders shaking with soundless sobs.
He folded his arms around her from behind, petting her breasts. “Shh, Princess.” He kissed a trail from her shoulder to her neck and down her spine. As always, he let her cry herself out, and then he carried her to the shower.
Afterward, as they lay in her bed facing the night through the window, he ran his fingers up and down her arm. “You need to understand one thing. I’d never do anything to consciously humiliate you or take away your security. I’d never hurt you like that. You understand the difference between erotic spanking and the kind of hurt that scars a soul, don’t you?”