And again. And as I did, I felt the tingle through my own body, from my hand, up my arm, traveling outward. My cock tightened. Her ass shone a gorgeous shade of light pink.
“Okay so far?”
“Yes.”
“You’re so beautiful, Melanie. Your ass is so rosy.” I leaned down and kissed her soft cheek. Then I slapped her again.
And again.
My cock stiffened further.
“How does that feel?” I asked.
She turned her head and bit her lip. “It’s…painful…sort of.” But she wiggled her ass. “Again, please.”
Slap! Slap! Slap!
The light pink turned to deeper rose.
So beautiful.
I inhaled and smelled her arousal—that heady scent of apples, ginger, and female.
I climbed behind her and pushed her knees forward so her ass was in the air. I gave each cheek another slap, and then I leaned down to taste her gorgeous pussy. She sighed as I swiped my tongue from her clit all the way up to her asshole. Then I went back down and smacked her ass one more time.
She jerked under my slap, but let out a moan. A deep moan. A moan I had heard many times before.
Her moan of pleasure.
It was happening.
She was beginning to surrender.
And God, it was driving me crazy.
I sucked at her pussy again, slapping her with one hand and then driving two fingers inside her wet heat with the other. I tongued her tight hole and still slapped her ass.
She whimpered beneath me. “Jonah, God. I need to come. I need to come so badly.”
So did I, but I had a lot to show her first.
“You don’t come until I tell you to, baby.”
A muffled whimper was her response. I continued to fuck her with my two fingers, adding a third because she was so wet, so responsive. As I continued to lick her asshole, I went a little longer between slaps. Her ass was so gorgeous and deep pink now. I felt the heat of her flesh through my own body, the pleasure-pain of the stinging, the tingle of a thousand needles jabbing into me.
I had to have her.
“I want to fuck you now, baby,” I said. “I’m going to shove my cock into you, and when I start to come, I want you to come with me.”
Chapter Nineteen
Melanie
“God, yes, please,” I said breathlessly.
He jammed into me. My ass still stung from the spanking, and now as he thrust in and out of me, my entire body quaked. This was why he enjoyed pain play—the tingling, the point where pain and pleasure were indistinguishable. I had found that point.
I wanted more.