"Yes."
He brings his hand into the air then brings it down against my ass. "I'll tell you when it's enough."
"Yes."
He spanks me again.
Again.
Again.
I get lost in the smack of his palm against my flesh.
In the rush of pain and the pleasure that follows.
My sex is aching.
My skin is screaming for more and for less.
For everything.
He spanks me again.
Again.
Again.
"Please. I... I need you." It's the only thing I know.
"Tell me you deserve it."
"What?"
"That you deserve my fingers in your cunt."
"I..."
"That you deserve to come on my cock." His hand comes down hard on my ass.
"I don't know."
Again.
"I... please."
He holds his hand in the air. "Tell me, Kay. Tell me you deserve to feel good."
I don't know. I want to believe that. But my head is still a mess. "Again."
He presses my body against his with his other hand. It's like he's reminding me he's in control. That he's got me. That I'm safe.
Not just my body. But all of me.
"Tell me, Kay." His voice is equal parts stern and caring. "Tell me what you deserve."
"To hurt."
He spanks me again. "And then?"