Page 20 of Trapped

Lifting my palm, I brought it crashing down over her ass, raining blows down on her cheeks and enjoying the look of the reverberations as each one landed and spread across her pale flesh.The crack of the strikes echoed around us, the soundtrack to her submission as a string of breathy whimpers escaped her throat.

With each fresh swat, she came to life, her mewls turning to groans before her hips swung slowly into action.They rose to greet my palm as it delivered the spanks, and she thrust her eager clit forward to meet my thighs when my hand withdrew.

In only a few minutes, she’d gone from anxious, to frantic enthusiasm, her zeal exemplified when her legs edged apart, inviting me to explore the wet pussy lips I already knew awaited me.

“Does your pussy need spanking, too?”I teased, directing my latest swat in between her legs and catching the edge of her wonderful cunt.

“Oh, yes.”Her head rose, her breathing exaggerated as I repeated the gesture, catching her sensitive skin over and over again.My cock strained to replace my hand, my every sense attuned to what the writhing woman on my lap required.“Yes, please, sir.”

“You deserve it,” I goaded, increasing the pace of my spanks.“For the times you tried to leave the cabin and put yourself in danger.”

“Yes!”she moaned, pushing her hips into my leg.“Please, sir.I do deserve it!”

“Yes.You.Do!”

I interspersed each word with an intense swat, aware of her arousal smothering my fingers as my spanks increased.Erin wasn’t just enjoying the treatment, she was absolutely loving it.

“Fuck.”Her body was taut over me, her hands grappling against the legs of the chair as though she needed to physically hang on for dear life.“Yes, sir.”

“I think you might come if I keep spanking you, little girl.”Tipping my right leg upward, I forced her legs wider as the blows continued to rain down over her.“What do you think?”

Even I couldn’t believe how good the notion of her coming apart to my palm sounded.That the naughty little imp who I’d first had to drag over my lap to ensure she remained compliant could end up becoming transformed so entirely that she’d squirm and beg for more was a wonder, but that she’d actually splinter from the alleged penance was nothing short of breathtaking.

“Please, sir.”She pulled in a frantic breath, my hand resting over her heated skin as she tried to explain.“I need to come.”

“Oh, youneedto come?”I chuckled wryly.“Well, so long as my naughty little girl gets what she needs, then it’s all good.”

I was playing, of course.Nothing would thrill me more than pushing her over the precipice and reveling in the resulting frenzied mess.Not even the thought of sliding into her seemed as gratifying in that moment as the idea of being the architect of her pleasure.

I wanted that, wantedto be that man, as though orchestrating her satisfaction would act as a pardon and absolve me from the things I’d done.It was a fool’s hope.Nothing and no one could release me from the chains I’d locked myself into when I’d agreed to kill for a living, but sitting there, I might have been duped into thinking she was the answer to all my prayers.

“Please!”

She was really begging then.Not just the playful pleading I’d inspired in the past, but something more.The urgency in her tone spoke of desperation and a demand so visceral that it seemed impossible to contend with.

“Okay, okay.”My strikes shifted lower, intentionally catching the impatient nub requiring my focus.“You’re going to get what you want, little girl.”

It had never been about punishment.I’d taken her over me because she said she craved it, and in telling me, she’d admitted it to herself.There was an enormous liberation in that disclosure, as if I’d helped her to take a step closer to becoming the woman she truly was—the one who’d been hiding behind all the conditioning and societal expectations she’d been forced to swallow.

If the looming, thunderous orgasm and a deeper understanding of herself were all I ever gave her, then I could die a happy man—far happier than a guy like me deserved.

“Fuck.”Her back arched as she ground over me, her body tense as my palm upped its pace and her crescendo approached.

It didn’t matter that my arm was tiring or that my cock was fit to burst.Every fiber of my being was concerned only with taking her right to the brink and then shoving her over it.

“Mmmm,ifyou’re good…”

She was wonderful, writhing over me like a wild woman who’d never needed to concern herself with social etiquette.Wherever that version of Erin had been stashed away, I needed more of her—wanted her to consume the long, lonely hours of my life.

“Oh, God.”

Paralyzed with pleasure, she stiffened when the first wave of hedonism shot through her, her cheeks red as she twisted to look at me.The guttural grunt that left her lips after that might have been words, but my ears couldn’t decipher them.My erection, though, appeared to have no such problem, its length throbbing earnestly at her primal call.

“There we are.”Triumph shot through me as she sagged forward, her body still lurching with each new spasm of pleasure.“You got what you deserved.”

And now, I’m going to get mine.

A surge of self-assurance swept over me as I stroked the cooling flesh of her back.My hands settled on the curve of her upturned backside, one palm tugging her cheeks apart, while the other dipped between them to the place that had so readily accepted her punishment.

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