Page 19 of Wild Ever After
“And whose fault is that?” He growled in her ear as he leaned over her back. “Now… Let’s start again.”
“Yes Sir.”
He kissed the back of her neck and trailed his fingers down her spine.
The smack came swifter and harder than the first. “One.”
“Better.”
The second one landed on her other cheek with the same intensity. “Two.”
Her blood began to run hot through her veins.
From the first moment he touched her years back to the last time they were together, he could set her on fire with little more than a fingertip.
Smacks three, four, and five came in quick succession. Six and seven were more measured and harder.
He rubbed her bottom after those, then began to lower her panties. He stopped when he had them just below her cheeks.
“Pretty color, love, but we can make it even prettier.”
“Yes Sir.”
* * * * *
Those two words were music to Harry’s ears. He’d fallen in love with her calling him Sir on their first night together.
He hadn’t planned this part of their night. He actually hadn’t planned to be alone with her like this at all.
Yes, he’d told her that they’d leave together and likely implied they’d go somewhere to be alone, but what he’d really hoped for tonight was conversation. It wouldn’t be simple or plain, but to have some time to just talk to her…
God, he’d missed talking to her. If he could’ve had one thing with her all these months, talking to her, hearing her thoughts and ideas… He’d have taken it in less than a heartbeat.
He’d been so used to her voice in his daily life, and then one day it was gone.
It was music to his ears to hear her say anything right now. Even when she was being willful, with only hints of her submissive nature peeking through.
And now, they were in her room with her panties down, and her annual birthday spanking well underway, her bottom turning a delightful shade of red. By the time they were finished, she’d struggle to remember her own name for the first few seconds after sitting down.
But she’d remember him.
“How are you doing girl?” Ninety-five spanks was a lot. He knew that. If she’d shown any serious signs of not being willing, he’d have backed off and they’d be having that dreaded, yet necessary conversation, but she hadn’t. She’d given him a little lip and some hesitation, but she’d complied. She knew her safe word and definitely knew how to use it.
“I’m… Good.” She said, the words broken and muffled by the bedding she had her head buried in.
“Do you need a break?”
“No Sir.” She’d picked up her head and those two words were clear, if not a little nasally.
Harry moved to her side. “Look at me.”
Tears tracked down her face when she turned to do as he said. “Do you need to stop?”
“No Sir.”
“Bella, tell me the truth.”
“I don’t need to stop.”
