Her chin lifts another fraction of an inch, and then she nods. Definitive. Yes.
“And you’re aware of the consequences for disobeying me.”
Ella clears her throat. “I’d rather be punished.”
I could burst into flames and take this chair with me, and the house, for how much I want her. If I weren’t bound by a contract, I’d blister her ass with my palm and then fuck her over the edge of the sofa. Instead, I don’t make a move. If she’s going to do this, then it will remain her choice all the way to the end. “I won’t allow you to deny me indefinitely, little bird. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
I shift forward in the chair to give myself the room we’ll need. “Then come put yourself over my lap.” Her breathing quickens, audibly so in the quiet of the room, but Ella gets to her feet right away. There’s the slightest shake to her body as she crosses the room. She’s nervous. Which only makes me harder. My cock twitches with need, begging to satisfy her. Ella hesitates at my knees, and I put a hand on her hip. A professional touch. “Bend.”
She does, arranging herself over my lap. I help her into the position I want for a spanking before bracing my forearm over her lower back. She’s so warm and soft over my thighs. So nervous. So brave. I slip my hand over the back of her thigh, just above her knee, letting my fingers trail there. The goosebumps aren’t my only reward; she shivers and writhes ever so slightly. “You know you can end this,” I murmur into her ear.
Ella shakes her head. “No.” She swallows. “I want this,” she whispers.
I know she does. She’s wanted it for a long time now. Her body is begging for this. To have some sort of closure for a pain she can’t control. “I know, little bird.” I slide my hand up the back of her thigh and under the hem of her robe, and then I flip it up, exposing her ass to the air. She shivers again, and I know it’s not from cold—the fire has made it more than comfortable in here. I test one cheek with a quick slap, then the other, rubbing slow circles over the flesh. Her ass is gorgeous with my marks on it. So easily coloring for me. It’ll be red by the time I’m done and she’ll remember this every time she takes a seat, or even so much as shifts in her seat tomorrow.
Clenching my jaw, I prepare myself. It’s been far too long. “Toes on the carpet,” I direct her. With the adjustment, her ass lifts into my hand. “You’ll keep them there until I’m finished. You can make noise if you need to, but you won’t get up, and you won’t kick your feet. Understood?”
“Yes.”
A breath goes out of her. This is familiar territory. My little bird knows how to do this. I trace my fingertips along her slit.
“Thighs farther apart.”
Ella obeys, and it’s my turn to take a four-count breath. Her submission brings out a carnal need from me, and it’s also more than seductive. She tempts me like no one ever has, and yet I have to be so fucking careful with her.
I position my palm over her ass so she can feel it. “Thirty swats,” I tell her.
“Thirty?” Her whisper betrays her lack of confidence.
Without her able to see me, I don’t hide my smirk. “I told you I wasn’t a soft Dom. I won’t make you count out loud this time, but you should do so in your head.”
I give her a beat to process it, and then I begin, sucking in a breath as I slap my hand down on her heated flesh without holding back. She whimpers through clenched teeth for the first three. The next five, though, her mouth drops open and the whimpers are louder, but still short. On the tenth one, her ass is lovely shade of red. It’s a dizzying color. The color I’ve seen in my dreams and my fantasies.
Squeezing her left cheek, I check on her. Wide eyed, she stares at the floor. Her expression isn’t scrunched; there are no tears. “Look at me,” I command her and she does so. Immediately. Her face is flushed, her chest rising and falling with exhilaration.
“Do you know how many are left?” I question to gauge her ability to consent. Shock can steal a submissive’s voice. When she answers twenty, I’m more than aware that she’s still with me.
At fifteen she lets out a little yelp, and my cock twitches beneath her. It sounds exactly like I imagined it.
At twenty, her head lifts, and she strains against my thighs, pushing back on my forearm that holds her steady. But she doesn’t try to stand, and her toes stay on the carpet. Fuck, it’s sexy. I can tell how badly she wants to kick. She’s close to crying but not as close as I thought she’d be.