Page 88 of Dr. Bad Boy

Again I let the falls thud against her back on the same spot. Three more times, until it’s lovely and rosy. Then I shift my feet and retarget. We’re going to take this nice and slow, until the endorphins chase all her worries away.

This isn’t what I’d planned. I was going to get out the clothespins and make her squirm and whimper and plead for release. And once she’s warmed up, we might get there.

But tonight she—and maybe we—need something else. Kink not for sex’s sake, but for comfort. Connection.

I’m still going to rail her so hard she screams.

I’m no prince.

But I fucking missed her this week. And a game isn’t how I want to reconnect. Some people decompress from a long week with a glass of wine and a massage.

Others need to hit things. Be hit. This flogging is as close as we get to being a normal couple.

Another shift, and I’m finally flogging her ass. Where I’d have started if this was just about sex, but I’m glad I waited because she’s swaying with me now, loose and ready for whatever I want to give her. My next stroke is sharper, landing closer to the tips. A bite of pain now that she’s humming along on those endorphins.

My brain’s shifting, too. Away from concerned boyfriend. With each strike, heat travels up my arm and coils in my belly.

She jerks up, then rolls back, presenting her bottom for more.Yes.

I switch to the next flogger, testing the heavier falls against my hand first before turning their thuddy impact on her ass. Up her back.

And then I twirl the paddle in the air.

Fuck yes.

It took…

I glance at the clock.

It took an hour, but we’re rocking and rolling. She’s going to besoretomorrow. I’ll rub arnica into her bruises. Fold her over pillows, carefully, and fuck her nice and slow, looking at those marks.

And I’ll remember how good it felt to give them to her. To ease her out of the work week and into the weekend,ourweekend.

Nobody told me kink could be this. Could mean something more than that primal urge to possess, command, control.

I sheath myself in a condom, then pull her hips up and back, yanking her onto her toes.

She’s so malleable for me. And she takes my cock like she was made for it, her tight, wet channel a perfect fit. I rock my thumb over my back hole as I find a rhythm I like. Short, hard thrusts that rub the head of dick against the walls of her cunt. I love how they clench every time I threaten to invade her ass.

Her breathing is starting to get ragged and shallow, and I smack her hip. “Deep breaths, kitten. No passing out on me.”

“Oooh…” she moans.

“Want me to fuck your ass tonight?”

“No…”

I laugh. “So I should.”

“Maybe. No. Oh, God.”

“Mmm.” I rub another circle with my thumb, loving how her body responds inside and out to the intrusion. “No. Not tonight. I want to prep you properly the first time. Because I’m a nice man.”

“You’re not.”

I spank the hot pink flesh of her bottom. “Pardon me?”

“You’re the nicest.” She’s all breathy now, and inside she’s clenching and unclenching in a regular pattern. She’s getting close, and I want her to milk me hard.

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