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I instruct her to bend over the bed so her ass is in the air, but she can still grip the sheets if she needs to. When she gets into position and I step back, I groan at the sight of her glorious backside and glistening pussy bared to me.
“Count them out loud for me, honey.”
I rub her ass to warm her up and spank her right cheek with no warning, emitting a gasp from her as she counts.
The sight of my handprint on her makes me fucking feral. It looks too good, my hand marking her body.
I pick up my pace on the next four, increasing the pressure each time so when I use the paddle, she’s not as shocked. Emma grows increasingly wet with each spank, and on the eighth spank, I angle my hand so it hits the bottom of her ass and her pussy.
She lets out a loud yelp before she counts the number.
By the time I get to ten, I’m tempted to end the punishment here so I can fuck her.
Until I hear her hiccup and take in a shuddering breath.
When I see her face, there are tears streaming down her cheeks.
“Emma? What’s your color,Dulzura?” I ask quietly. I’ve had subs cry during impact play before. Usually, it’s a cathartic release. They have a safe place to cry, and they know I won’t judge them. For some of them, it’s even been their goal. Other times, it’s been a sign we need to pause the scene.
But Emma’s tears gut me. If she had tears running down her face while choking on my cock, that’s one thing, but Ineverwant to bring her pain to the point of tears. Only pleasure.
“G-green, Sir. I-I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m crying.”
I rub a hand down her back to soothe her. “No need to apologize, honey. Are you sure your color is green? We can stop any time.”
Emma takes in a shuddering breath. “I’m sure, Sir. I want to continue.”
“Okay. Feel whatever you need to feel,Dulzura.The paddle will feel different than my hand, sotell me if you need to stop.”
She simply nods, so I pick up the paddle and place a hand on her hip to brace her. With a loudthwackthe paddle meets the flesh of her ass, and she gasps as she picks up where she left off counting.
Chapter 21
Emma
Idon’t understand why I’m crying.
But I admit it feels kind of… good. Cleansing. It’s not like I don’t cry—I cry a lot. But this feels like it’s coming from a place buried deep inside me. Somewhere I couldn’t reach on my own. It feels safe.
Which iscrazybecause the last person I thought I’d ever feel comfortable crying in front of would be grumpy, emotionless Ben Rossi.
Every hit of the paddle makes me feel a bit lighter now that I’ve let myself feel everything and stopped trying to keep myself from crying.
Ben soothes each hit of the paddle with his big hands, and I’m getting more turned on. This isn’t supposed to be something I enjoy, but I do.
Shame tries to creep its way into my brain, but I push it away. I remind myself of all the research I’ve done. There’s nothing shameful about liking a little pain with my pleasure.
Ben lands the last strike so it hits both cheeks, I hear the paddle hit the floor, and then Ben scoops me into his arms and has me straddle his lap while he strokes my hair and my back, whispering praises of how well I did into my ear.
“I’m so proud of you,Dulzura.You’re so strong. So brave for letting me spank you with the paddle. You took it like such a good girl. So perfect.”
Ben smells like clean laundry, peppermint, and something that’s only him. It makes me want to snuggle into him and fall asleep.
But that’s not what this is.
I feel how hard he is between my thighs, and I experimentally rock against him. I don’t want our night to end with me crying. I want to feel him inside me.
“Emma,” he warns, tightening his grip on my hips. “What are you doing?”
