Page 38 of Objection
I spanked her lightly, loving the way her ass pushed back for more.
“Five.”
Another swat landed, her needy sounds echoing around the room.
“Seven.”
Harder. Her toes curled and her hands fisted. Then she melted again.
“Eight.”
She was a feisty one. I was completely enraptured with her reactions. The way her body jiggled with each strike. The way her skin turned from pinkish, to dark pink, to red under my hands.
“Nine.”
Harder. She was ramping herself up, and I was completely with her.
“So beautiful,” I whispered, praising her.
“Ten,” she cried out, her body tense and yearning for more.
I struck hard. Her back arched as she cried out her pain, but the pleasure was written over her body like a lover’s tattoo.
“Oh God!” Her voice rang out in the room.
“Color,” I yelled out, my own need almost suffocating me.
“Green, Sir!” She all by screamed out.
“Again!”
“Four.” She trembled, raised up on her tiptoes as though her body was begging for more.
My swat hit much lighter now; following her called out numbers and bringing her down.
“Good girl,” I praised.
“Two,” she breathed, collapsing against the spanking bench, out of breath.
My swat hit, more of a tease than anything. She wriggled her ass back at me again. I ran the palm of my hand up her thigh and over the heated flesh of her ass. I turned my hand, dragging it back down in the opposite direction, this time letting my nails drag over the tender skin. She gasped and writhed.
“Tell me how you feel, little one,” I urged. When she tried to lift herself from the bench, I pressed my other hand to her mid back, holding her in place. “Speak.”
“I feel… I…” She struggled to find words. “I feel needy.”
Pulling my pants and boxers down quickly, I tossed them to the side and made my way around the bench, keeping a hand on her at all times and enjoying the way her skin felt under my fingertips.
Her blush had spread over her face and down her neck, moving lower to areas I could not see in this position.
“Needy, you say?” I teased. I placed a finger under her chin and tilted her head up as I crouched down beside her. “Needy for what, little one?”
My eyes narrowed, holding her with my gaze. She hesitated only a moment before answering.
“You, Sir.” Her eyes were almost on fire with her need. I liked her like this. Needy. Wanton. Obedient.
I ran my thumb over her plump lips. She had been biting on her lower lip; something we would have to address later. I didn’t want her biting her lip and causing an injury during impact play.
She pressed a kiss to the pad of my thumb, and I couldn’t hold back my growl. I needed her. I needed to feel her.
