I watch the sway of her hips, and my cock stiffens, desperate to sink into the plump, honey mounds of her bonnyarse. Ava settles in the center of my bed. Her gaze tracks me as I remove my shirt. She’s staring at me like a deer would a hunter in full-on tactical gear. Her gander roams over my chest, sculpted abs, and the lines leading down into my pants, which I drop to the floor. It’s at this moment she visibly relaxes.
I grab the riding crop, leaning against the side of the bed.
“All fours, little bird.”
My eyes drink in every magnificent curve. Her chocolate nipples draw into taut little buds of arousal, hungry for my domination. I think of all the times I’ve collected the nectar from her pussy and coated her tits to lick them off. I’ll be doing that tonight. I’ve so many plans for her body.
Squirming in anticipation, Ava glances over her shoulder. I flash her a devilishly sharp smile. “Remind me of your word, sweetheart?”
“Easy,happy.”
If I didn’t have venom swimming in my veins right now, frustrated over how the day went toshite, I’d threaten Ava. I’d promise to beat thehappyinto her.
Now, I’ll settle for beating a raspberry blush across herarsecheeks. The riding crop whistles through the air with swift precision, cracking along her caramelarse.
Clutching her fingernails into the sheets, Ava sucks in air.
“I’m impressed.” I lean over, face a fraction away from her puckered hole. The essence of her is spicy from a pinch of arousal andmybody wash. I blow over the raised, furious welt. A sweet moan floats from her lips.
Crack.
Crack.
Crack.
Three ruthless swats send her body sagging and arching impeccably.
“Are you happy, Ava?” I dare her to say the ridiculous word that’s not an avid part of her vocabulary.
With trembling limbs, Ava groans. “No. I’ll never be. Keep it coming, Kier.”
I laugh softly. “Good girl.”
I swat herarsejust once. The pain is so unbearable air fractures in her throat. It’s like it has taken her brain a few extra beats to register the merciless spanking.
I move around the bed, grip Ava’s hair, and tug her face to the side till I have her attention. "I’m not gonna kiss it and make it feel better tonight, lassie.”
Her eyes bite closed for a fraction of a second, pearly teeth gritted. "I know."
I nod again. “Good. Back in position.”
I stop short of running my hand over the alluring plump globe. There’s anothercrackof the riding crop. This time, she cries, and it’s like a weefeckingleprechaun shot pure gold down my veins. Sofeckinggood. The sound of her sobs has my already hardened cock, feeling impossibly painful.Is this what bluebawsfeels like?
Four swats of the crop crack each cheek this time.
"Ya know, it’s truly fine by me that you’ll never be happy, little bird.”You just don’t wanna be.
Gulping down a sob, she pants out, “No. never.”
"Bloody brilliant, lass. I canfeckall night. Same goes for smacking yourarse.”
"Y-y-yes . . . Sir,” she snaps, breathing ragged.
Reaching between Ava’s thighs, my thumb strokes her wet pussy.Stubborn lass. She’ll snap, bite, snarl, and still have a loch pooling in her cunt. I thrust two fingers inside her, loving the tight, wet feel. Ava moans, struggling to keep her head up.
“Would you like to cum for me, Ava?”
“Yes.”