Page 89 of Five Days to Be Mine

With every gasp she makes, I respond to laying the paddle on her flesh.

We’re in an intricate give and receive dance. She makes the most alluring sounds. I bring down the paddle.

Everything around me fades, other than this beautiful woman who is laid out on this spanking bench.

Her fingers are curled around the edge of the table, her head is down, and her ass is mine to paint with this piece of wood.

Her ass is now a darker shade of pink and after the next “Ow” from her mouth, I set the paddle on the top of her generous curves, and drag my finger through her cleft.

She moans, and then I add another finger.

Her hips raise up, as if she’s asking me to reach deeper.

“Good girl, taking this for me, letting me fuck you with my fingers. Are you going to come just like this?”

She shakes her head no, but her eyes close, her toes curl, and I withdraw my fingers, wiping them on her ass.

“You’re going to have to wait, princess.”

“Sir!”

It’s abundantly clear it’s meant as an expletive. I laugh and bring down the paddle.

The thud of the wood echoes in the space. I’m going heavier on her than I have before, and she’s soaking it all up like a sponge.

Each time I bring down the paddle, she lets out a breath of air. Her ass almost glows from the shade of red. I bring it down again and she lets out a different tone, a sound of pleasure.

The pain is only ratcheting up her desire and I know that I need this woman.

I need to wake up beside her every morning and I want to fuck her every night.

My heart expands in my chest, I’m moronically blinking back tears and with a blaze of renewed determination, I bring the paddle down hard on her ass, two times on each of her ass cheeks, hard enough that it vibrates through the handle and I think I’m going to break it.

She lets out a panty whimper. Pride blooms in my chest with how well she’s taken this.

“Good girl,” I press a kiss to the nape of her neck, brushing my hand on her heated skin. “Very good girl. You took that so well.” Her eyes are shiny with tears and I kiss her cheek, while massaging her back, gently.

“Thank you, Sir.” Her voice is husky and thick.

I set the paddle on top of my toy bag, while keeping a hand on her and then I take my time, tracing the red skin.

She shudders under my touch, making delightful little sighs.

I stroke her hair, lean down and find her lips, I kiss her, greedily.

I can’t get enough of the feel of her mouth against mine, her scent, her taste. She moans as our lips touch. I break off the kiss. “How do you feel?”

“Good. Very good, Sir.” I chuckle and massage her arms, rubbing circulation back to her body.

Slowly, I uncuff her from the table but leave the cuffs on, and help sit her up.

“My sweet princess,” I nuzzle her cheek against mine.

I breathe in her scent, wipe away a tear with the pad of my thumb. Mara grabs onto my arm, holding me against her.

“Good girl,” I coo to her, over and over.

We stay like that, melded together, her soft curvy body against mine. I could listen to her contented sighs all night. It makes me feel so good, knowing that I brought her pleasure tonight.

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