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"You're almost there, beautiful girl. You're doing so good for me," James told her, fingertips dancing over the red hot skin of her ass. "Can you count two more for me, honey?"
"Yes," she managed to get out, blinking back the tears that wanted to fall, but she fought them back and took in a deep breath. "Yes, please, Sir.Please."
James moaned at her words. There was desperation there. They both heard it, and Ashley felt herself growing wetter, when he rumbled approvingly. "That's my girl. I'm going to take care of you after this, give you what need."
"Please," she choked out. "Ple—" Her words were cut off by the heavy weight of James' hand as he struck her.
"Nine."
One more, she could do just one more before she was able to fully enjoy James. Her body was primed, heat and lust coursing through her so strongly that she felt it as surely as she did the sting of her ass from being over his knee. The next hit came quicker than she anticipated and caught her off guard, stealing away a moment of softness she had been trying to lean into, but that last blow amplified and pushed her body right over the edge of the cliff James had been steadily driving her toward with his words and hands. That alternating softness and rough strikes of his hands simultaneously left her wanting and enduring his touch.
It was depraved. She knew it. To be draped over this man's lap with herself laid bare, his handprints red on her skin, ass stinging from him, while he tenderly whispered how beautiful she was. She'd never done something like this before, but now she knew there was no way her body wouldn't crave this bit of pain and surrender James was showing her.
"Ten!" The last count came out in a near shout as a feeling of release swept over Ashley so suddenly, she felt lightheaded. Panting, she raised her head in time to see James looking at her with a gentle smile as he moved to cradle her against his chest. A shudder moved through her body, and James kissed her temple, hands gentle and soothing as he began to undress her until she was naked and trembling in his arms.
He kissed her gently, lips moving long her jaw, painting her with kisses. He cupped her face in one hand, the other wrapping around her waist and holding her to him tightly.
"Honey," he breathed, lips brushing her lips when she didn't answer. "Look at me."
Ashley squeezed her eyes tight for a beat. If she opened them, she knew he would see the tears shining in her eyes, and he would worry. The tears weren't from pain or embarrassment. They were from the closeness she felt to him, the release he'd given her, the way she was now more connected to him than anyone else she'd been with. There was no shame in sitting naked as she was in his arms while he was still fully clothed. She wrapped an arm around his neck, fingers twisting in the material of his shirt, and shook her head.
"Not yet," she whispered. "Not yet, okay?"
He nodded, dropping his chin to the top of her head. "Okay, not yet."
They sat in silence, the only sound in the silent room being Ashley's ragged breath and the pounding of her heart. Slowly, her heart stopped racing and the haze that had descended around her lifted enough for her to appreciate that body she was pressed against. She nosed at his throat and breathed in deeply, the manly smell of James filling her nose, fresh and clean with a hint of sandalwood that made her want to linger, made her think of warmth and safety. When she took in another deep breath and smoothed her hands up to splay across his muscular shoulders, he chuckled.
"There you are," he murmured, dropping a kiss to the top of her head.
Ashley hummed but kept touching him, her fingers exploring until she was tugging on his shirt.
'You have too much on," she told him disapprovingly.
"So I do. Do you want this off?" he asked, gesturing to his shirt, and when she gave him a quick nod, he yanked it off with one hand, the other still wrapped firmly around her waist. "Better?"
"Much."
"What else do you want?"
She ran a finger down his chest and intently watched the path it was making over his skin. It was easier to watch what her hands were doing, rather than to look up to meet the intense gaze she knew was trained on her.
"I want you t-to put me on the bed."
"I can do that." He scooted back, bringing her with him and putting her down in the middle of the big bed. "Like this?" he asked, moving to lie against her side.
"Yes."
"What else do you want?"
She bit her bottom lip, eyes still skirting away from his, but she reached for his hands and brought them to her hips. "I want you to touch me."
"How?"
She flushed, the words getting caught in her throat in a way that frustrated her. "I don't know why. I can't say it."
James pushed himself up onto his knees and leaned over her so that she was forced to look at him, then. "Show me, honey. Can you do that?"
She held his gaze for a beat and felt that familiar heat begin to take over again. The same that had ripped through her when he'd made her count out loud, the same that had burned her like fire when he'd touched her like she was made of glass on the heels of disciplining her.
