Page 58 of Two For the Show
I feel strange. This is not a position I ever thought I’d find myself in. I feel vulnerable and exposed, but not objectified, surprisingly.
It’s a shock when Matteo’s hand caresses my thighs, rubbing them softly before dragging them up the curve ofmy ass. My breath hitches in anticipation, and I feel more than hear my Beta’s soft chuckle.
“Don’t hold your breath. We’re going to get started, okay?”
I wiggle a little, searching for a more comfortable position. It’s not that it’s uncomfortable being on his lap, but it’s a position I’m not used to. He takes pity on me and spreads his legs a little before positioning me so my chest lies on the couch.
“I’m ready,” I say breathlessly, closing my eyes.
“Count them for me, please.”
The weight of his hand disappears from my backside before it swiftly makes firm contact. It’s not exactly painful, but it’s certainly not comfortable. It’s a sharp sting that makes me yelp and leaves me gasping for breath.
I nearly forget to call out “One”.
The second spank comes just as quickly, and the sting of it on the newly tender flesh has me scooting up his lap as if I can run from the pain.
“Oh, get back here, Omega,” Matteo purrs, readjusting me so I’m fully across his lap. “I’m not nearly done with you yet. What’s your color?”
“Green, Beta.” It’s not even a question. The attempt to run was instinctual, not something I was actively trying to do.
It’s weird to fight that part of my brain that screams that I need to escape the pain, but it’s thrilling at the same time.
Smacks three, four, and five happen in quick succession, barely giving me time to call out their numbers, but things change when the sixth one hits.
My ass his heated from his attention, even over the panties, and when it lands, what my brain knows should bepain actually feels like a consuming pleasure that blooms from the point of impact.
I know that the pleasure and pain receptors in the brain can get tangled, and that they’re opposite sides of the same coin, but I’ve never experienced it myself until now.
There is no denying that slick is dripping from me by the time I say the number seven. I can’t see Quinton, but I can hear my Alpha’s pained sounds as he watches our Beta punish me. It makes me feel sexy and powerful to know that he’s close to losing control at the sight of us together.
Though this is beginning to feel pleasurable, I see what Quinton was talking about when he said that I felt like I needed punishment. Something about this power shift, letting Matteo be clearly, unmistakably in charge after everything has tension I didn’t know I was carrying loosening inside me.
Spank number eight is harder than the others, sending a stinging pain throughout me as it lands on my thighs. I yelp, and Matteo pauses while rubbing the skin.
“Color?”
This time, I take a moment to feel my body, to understand where I’m at right now. It hurt, yes, but it felt good, too. I don’t want him to stop. “Green,” I say, and I’m starting to melt into mush like Quinton warned me I would.
“Two more,” he reminds me, as if I could forget.
By the time I have received all ten spanks, I’m sure that I’ve left a puddle of slick on his lap, and I feel much lighter.
But I also don’t feel done.
It takes a surprising amount of effort to voice that. My tongue feels a little swollen, and my brain is hard to wrangle, but eventually I get the words out. “Could you give me a few more? Faster?” I know I’m basically whispering, but Matteo makes it clear he heard me with a pleased sound.
“Absolutely. Do you want to count, or just feel?”
“Just feel.”
The words are barely out of my mouth before his hand is popping me several times in a row, across my ass and thighs, leaving me feeling raw as I writhe on top of him.
When he stops and gathers me into his arms, stroking my face, I’m surprised to see his fingers come away wet.
I didn’t know I was crying.
“I’m sorry,” I whimper, wiping my face. “I don’t know why I’m crying.”
