"No?" Anything but no.
He traces the line of my thong over my ass, my sex, my clit, my pelvis, then back again. "Tell me exactly."
"You told me no. That this couldn't happen. But I begged you."
He brings his hand into the air then brings it down hard on my ass. "No, Kay. Tell me how it really happened."
"But it did. You did, and I did, and—"
He spanks me again. Harder this time. Hard enough it hurts as much as it feels good.
"I..." I'm not sure what I'm asking for. Only that he'll give it to me.
"I wanted you. I was desperate for you. I still am. This is on me too."
"Oh. But I... I lied to Em."
He brings his hand down hard on my ass. "What else?"
"I... I don't know. I kept so many things from everyone. All this time, and I... I'm here and not in New Jersey, and—"
He spanks me again. Hard.
Fuck, that hurts.
"I ruined everything. Everything." That dam breaks and guilt floods my body. It's in every pore. In every molecule.
"You need to hurt."
"Yes."
He brings his hand into the air then brings it down against my ass. "I'll tell you when it's enough."
"Yes."
He spanks me again.
Again.
Again.
I get lost in the smack of his palm against my flesh.
In the rush of pain and the pleasure that follows.
My sex is aching.
My skin is screaming for more and for less.
For everything.
He spanks me again.
Again.
Again.
"Please. I... I need you." It's the only thing I know.