Page 23 of Revive
“This isn’t a punishment.”
“Right. Is that why you’re being gentle?”
His body shook with the huff of his response. Predictably, the next swat was harder, but more importantly landed on the fleshiest part of her cheek, where it was easiest to take, but also where he could land multiple strikes one atop of the other in a way that sent a deep burn into her flesh. It made her squeak.
“What was that?”
Alle shook her head and buried her face into the sofa cushion. Not counting was worse than knowing she had to somehow hold herself together for a specific number. She had no idea when his arm would tire, or he’d decide her cheeks were pinkened to the right degree. Nor was she exactly well practised in taking this sort of assault. The few previous spankings he’d given her had stopped in the early double digits. The time with the hairbrush, and the one with the spatula—shit, he hadn’t counted then, either—they’d both pushed her to the edge of some unexplored vista, made her sore and liquid, flooded her with heat and need. His earlier assault on her pussy had already left it plumped and tender. What he was inflicting now doubled down on that. It harnessed a need in her so bright and burning it made the whole of her lower half throb. She kicked, no longer able to keep control of her limbs. Drummed her fists against the sofa.
“You can cry out if you like, I won’t mind, and there’s no one to hear.”
Exactly such a sound ululated in her throat. Alle muffled it with her own hand, sobbing the sting of her arse into her palm.
“We done?”
She shook her head.
He gave her another dozen or so crackling wallops. The sort that left her lifting her arse trying to sidle away from the impact, while restlessly anticipating the next with feverish relish.
“One more,” he said, rubbing infuriating circles over her burning skin. “One more, and then I think we’re done, wouldn’t you say, Alle?”
She didn’t say anything sensible, too breathless for words, and too acutely aware of two disparate but equally compelling sensations, the inferno in her arse, and the rock-hard length of him digging into her hip.
He shocked her then, not with that promised final strike, but by pulling apart her cheeks and spitting into the channel right over her winking pucker. His thumb swirled the spit over that sensitive whorl, teasing the muscles into accepting the intrusion of his invasive digit. Last time… last time, he’d promised to fuck her in the arse while she was red and sore. Was that where his mind had wandered now? Was he going to fuck her arse rather than her sopping, needy pussy?
“Spook?” she groaned.
The last strike fell against the puffy lips of her upthrust cunt, bringing a rush of heat and blood to the area, and a treacherous spark to her clit that a single caress delivered to that exact same place set off. She shuddered and jerked all over him. Spilled her groans into her clenched fist as her body burned.
“That’s it,” he encouraged. “Come undone for me, Alle. Let me see all that vulnerability. I want to eat you up. You’re so fucking beautiful like this.” The wedge against her hip backed that up.
Finally wrung out, she sagged in a boneless heap.
“Turn over,” he insisted. The moment she did, he shunted her up into his arms, and held her tight, planting kisses on her damp brow and along the ridges of her upturned face.
His tongue met hers, the kiss lazy and drunk. Poignant. They lingered in its thrall, parting only when he finally edged her off his lap and onto the cushions.
“It’s time,” he said. “I need to feel you around me. Do you want that, Alle? Do you want me?”
“Always.”
Alle gazed at him though half-slitted lids, drowsy and loose limbed as he stood and loosened his fly. Off came his boots, and jeans, boxer briefs too, though curiously he kept his top on, depriving her of the joy of his abs and chest and a really epic view of the hard-on he was sporting just for her. His blond hair shone gold under the caress of the firelight. His face was all perfect lines, nose a sublime slope, mouth the scarlet of freshly cut rubies, limbs, long and strong.
“Get on your knees facing the sofa back.”
There was never any question of her obedience.
Spook nuzzled up behind her on his knees, curving the angles of his body to fit in perfect alignment with hers.
“Wait!” She reached for the discarded jumper and plucked a condom from the folded up cuff of one sleeve. Spook snatched it off her.
“Eyes front,” he said, as she craned to look over her shoulder and watch him roll it on, but he was nudged up against her again in a heartbeat. The heat of him jabbing against her plumped lower lips, while he hummed endearments into her hair, and his lips explored the slope of her neck.
“Please,” she murmured. She’d been waiting and waiting. Yearning for him, for this.
Spook notched himself against her. Then he was inside her, the whole of him, right down to the root, and knocking gasp after gasp from her as he drilled her exactly right.
It wasn’t soft. They were both too eager and needy, and the slap of his hips against her rear reawakened the sting in her arse, so that her blood heated quickly. Spook claimed her breasts. He rolled and pinched the nipples. He clawed possessively with his fingertips across her abdomen, and cupped her pussy, so that her clit rode against his middle digit.
