Page 60 of Hard Lessons

“Damn it, you’re so tight and wet, Serena.”

Is it any wonder?

All she could think of was him stuffing her full of his cock, bringing her to a wild orgasm, his body slapping up against her burning ass.

He added another finger, slowly, so very slowly, as though feeling every millimeter of her pussy hugging him. His way was eased by her slick arousal and he pushed up until his knuckles butted up against her pussy lips.

She moaned softly. The filling was so thick and deep combined with the plug in her ass. She was full—full of him, full of desire.

“And I want to fuck you again so bad,” he murmured, his lips traveling up to her lower back. “But all in good time.”

He pumped his fingers in and out of her. Small wet noises filled the room, taking the place of the earlyslap, slap, slap. It made her crazy with want. She could hold it back no more.

“Luca. Yes, fuck me.” She could hardly believe the words spilling from her mouth. It was as if he’d cast some kind of magic spell over her. She rocked her hips from side to side, urging him deeper, working her clit. She wanted more. Much more.

“In good time.” He withdrew.

Serena groaned, arched her spine, and raised her head from the table. Losing his fingers created a real, uncomfortable ache in her pussy.

“And then, perhaps you’ll say sorry.”

Before she had time to reply the spatula whacked down on her rump.

She cried out and jolted forward, unable to help herself. The switch from erotic stimulation to punishment had taken her senses by surprise.

“Don’t move.” He pressed her upper back, squashing her breasts flat on the wood and connecting her clit to the table. “We haven’t finished yet.”

He set up a steady rhythm, spanking each cheek in turn, every time over the same patch of flesh as before.

She ground her hips, pumping forward with each swat and stimulating her clit, giving it what it craved.

Maybe I’ll come. Like this... oh, God...

Soon her ass was on fire, the heat spread up her spine, down her legs. It flooded to her asshole and pussy like lava flowing. She gripped the plug inside her and it shifted, making her moan deep in her chest. It was a moan full of pain yet wrapped in desperate desire.

“You will never... run away... again,” he said between spanks. “Do you... hear me?”

“Yes, oh, yes... Luca. No more.”

“Say sorry.”

She gritted her teeth, pushing her tongue up against them.

“One word, Serena, that’s all I want.”

She stared out of the window again. The wind was still wild flattening the long grass, but the rain had stopped. In the distance a patch of blue was fighting to break through the gray clouds. She wanted to shove her hands between her legs and claim the hovering orgasm. Stare at the sky as she came and gave her body a moment of relief from the spanking.

“I cannot believe how stubborn you’re being.”

He continued to smack her, his voice infuriatingly calm while she was jerking with each hit and not quite able to tip herself into climax.

“So badly behaved.” He upped the pressure.

Serena cried out, unable to help herself. Each connection with the spatula hurt like a whip. She wouldn’t be able to sit down for days.

And then it ended.

The rattle of wood on the floor signaled it was over.

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