His words are like a warm blanket. They comfort me, and they also arouse me.
Here is a man—a man who loves me so much that he’s willing to do something he never thought of doing. He’s willing to strike me solely because I’ve asked him for it. I don’t want to take him out of his comfort zone, although this spanking thing is way out of my own comfort zone. Maybe that’s what relationships are all about. Going out of each other’s comfort zones to make the other happy. Compromise and all.
“Callie? Answer me. Tell me what you want.”
“What do you want?”
“I don’t want this to be about me right now,” he says. “This is about you. About the woman I love and about how I can please her.”
My eyes are still closed, my cheek embedded in the pillow.
“I want…”
“Tell me, Callie. Tell me what you want. And don’t ask me what I want. I want to know what you want.”
I squeeze my eyes shut. “I want you to do it, Donny. I want you to spank me.”
Chapter Thirty-Three
Donny
This isn’t anything new to me. I’ve slapped many an ass in my day. But this is Callie. The woman I love. The woman who means more to me than anything in the world. The thought of doing her harm… It scares me.
What if I like it?
But this isn’t harm. This is sex. It’s all part of sex. Just because I’ve never been in love before doesn’t mean I should change things I do in the bedroom. I slide my hand over the left cheek of her ass. I’m tempted to ask her if she’s sure, but I resist.
She’s sure. She wouldn’t have asked otherwise.
I raise my hand and bring it down on her soft flesh.
She gasps, sucking in a breath.
“Okay?” I ask timidly.
She nods against the pillow. “Yes. Do it again.”
Slap!
I bring my palm down on her ass again. My hand tingles, and I realize I like the feeling.
“Still okay?”
“Yes,” she grits out. “I’ll tell you to stop if I want you to stop, Donny. Please. Do it again.”
I slap her again and then again. Smack! Smack! Smack!
Her ass is a lovely shade of pink now. I move to the other cheek, giving her three quick and consecutive slaps until it’s the same rosy hue.
The tingling in my palm sizzles up my forearm, as if tiny needles are prickling my veins.
I open my mouth, ready to ask if she’s okay, but then I close it. I’ll respect her wishes. She said she’d tell me if she wanted me to stop, so I will give her that power.
Is she punishing herself? Is this sexual for her, or is it something else?
Because I’m finding that it’s sexual for me. I’ve hardened again, like stone.
I slap her twice more, and then I lean down and spread kisses over her pink cheeks. I want to soothe the sting.
She sighs. “Feels good.”
“I’m glad. I want you to feel good.”
“Is it strange that I wanted this?”
“Not at all.” I mean my words. Lots of women enjoy spanking. I just never imagined Callie Pike would be one of them.
I meant what I said to her earlier. The idea of striking her in any way is distasteful to me. Yet I can’t deny that I’m enjoying this little interlude. Watching her ass turn from milky white to rosy pink… It was hot. And the feeling in the palm of my hand. I felt the sting of the slap as much as she did, as if we were feeling it together.
The way it traveled deep into my flesh and up my arm…
I’ve spanked women before, but it was never like this.
“Do you want more?”
“I do, Donny. I want so much more.”
I lean down and kiss her cheek. “Tell me, Callie. Tell me what you want. Anything.”
“I’m not sure. I’ve never done anything like this. Like I told you, the spanking came to me in a dream. I loved the idea, and I remember being so turned on in the dream. But I’m even more turned on in real life. Slide your fingers between my legs. See for yourself.”
She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I glide through her folds. She’s soaking. I came in her before, so part of it could be me, but there’s no doubt that Callie is very turned on. Slick as a water slide. And damn, her pussy is more than ready.
I’m still wearing clothes. A button-down shirt, a loosened tie, my pants are undone but my boxer briefs are still around my hips. I need to be inside her. Right now.
I get off the bed and disrobe quickly. I throw my clothes on the floor, my belt clattering against a chair. Then I climb on top of Callie, and I don’t bother spreading her legs. I dive right into her heat, and she’s so tight.