"What color are you at, Angel?" His fingers drifted down to where her panties were covering her bare pussy lips, teasing the outer lips of her labia through the wet fabric.
"Green, Sir." The breathy response was accompanied by a little wiggle of her bottom, seeking out more touch from his fingers. She whimpered a little as he pulled them away instead and returned his hand to the warmed skin of her ass.
SMACK!
"Eleven!"
His cock was already beginning to swell again and she counted out each slap, her body rocking against him. Not because she wanted to get away from it, but because she desperately wanted to rub her clit against his thigh and she wasn't in quite the right position to be able to do so.
SMACK!
"Twelve!"
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen!" She sounded almost breathless at the end of that little salvo. Adam rubbed his hand roughly over her bottom again; he loved watching her flesh jiggle and move.
When he reached twenty, Angel was squirming a lot more, moaning a little with every slap. He could tell that the spanking was starting to hurt, but that she was also more and more aroused by it.
"Good girl. That was the first set."
Admiring the rosy pink of her bottom and how it contrasted with the deep purple of her panties, Adam decided he wanted to do the next two sets on her bare bottom. Not that it would really change the sensation level for her; that thin fabric was absolutely no protection from his palm, but he knew that it would add a certain fillip to the second part of the spanking.
******
This was so much more intimate than being on the spanking bench at Stronghold, and not just because no one else was around and they were in Adam's bedroom. Angel had never been across a man's lap before, never felt a man's cock beginning to harden against her side as he spanked her, and never wondered how much of her body a man in Adam's position could see. She hoped it was just her bottom, because the idea that he could see how soaked through the crotch of her panties were just seemed embarrassing.
Why? No idea. Innate modesty? Something that had never bothered her before, but then again she'd never felt this kind of vulnerability before either.
Then he started pulling down her panties and she moaned, both embarrassed and aroused, as she knew there was no way he could miss how freaking turned on she was by this. And somehow, the embarrassment just got her hotter. She knew that she wasn't into humiliation, but being embarrassed over Adam knowing that he'd gotten her hot with a spanking? Yeah, that revved her engine even more, despite the fact that it also made her want to sink into the floor.
The one nice thing about this position was that he couldn't see how beet red her face got when he chuckled and ran his finger up the lips of her sopping wet pussy.
"Hmmm... it seems as though you're enjoying this a little too much for it to be a punishment," he said, swirling his finger around her wet flesh. Angel moaned and clutched at his quilt even tighter, unable to stop herself from following the movements of his finger. She gasped when his other hand squeezed her ass hard, igniting little sparks - not quite painful, it was more like little pleasurable, stinging bites against her skin. "I guess I'll just have to make sure these next ones are harder."
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Angel cried out, her hips lifting up and down as if asking for more; every muscle in her legs tensed and relaxed, trying to ameliorate the painful slaps on already sensitized skin. In complete opposition to the painful spanking, her pussy got even wetter.
"Keep counting, Angel, or I'm going to start over."
"Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four," she said quickly, her voice catching a bit.
The heat seemed like it was growing, both along the top of her skin and between her legs. Adam's dick was growing harder as well, pressing into her side, and she desperately wanted to turn and rub herself against it, to relieve some of the pressure that was building up inside of her.
The spanking hurt more than she'd imagined when she'd just been reading and fantasizing about experiencing it, and unlike when she was over the bench at Stronghold, she was having trouble losing herself into a haze of lust. Maybe it was because Adam was pressed so close to her, maybe it was because he kept changing the rhythm of his slaps, or maybe it was because he was making her count, but she was completely present in the moment rather than losing herself in it.
He started a pattern down each of her buttocks, from the top of the curve down to her sensitive sit-spot, and as he got closer and closer to her pussy it hurt more and it made her want his touch more. The counting kept her focused, the heat made her want to writhe. Trying to rub herself against his thigh didn't quite work because she didn't quite have the right angle.
Feverishly she wondered if she would have better luck at rubbing her clit against him if her head was towards the floor, rather than having her upper body laid across his bed. Had he done that on purpose? She definitely wouldn't put him past him.
Tears sparked in her eyes, both of the mingled pleasure and pain and from her sexual frustration. The spanking hurt, wonderfully, horribly, and she was so confused as to whether she wanted him to stop or to keep going forever. Each blow made her butt tingle and sting, but it was followed by a warmth, a glow, that heated up her insides until she was twisting her hands in his quilt just to keep herself from going for her pussy.
It didn't help that her breasts were still covered by her bra either. Her nipples were aching for some kind of contact, but she couldn't even rub them against the nubby fabric of his quilt. Maybe the spanking wasn't the real punishment, maybe making her ready to climb walls in order to have an orgasm was.
"Thirty-three!"
SMACK!
"Thirty-four!"
Only ten more to go, she thought, clinging to the quilt. Ten more and... he'd said she was a bad girl and a good girl. If this was what bad girls got, then hopefully she would get a good girl's just desserts afterwards.
"Last ten. What color are you at, Angel?"
"Green, Sir." Funny, that her color for feeling good was green, when her ass was being turned red. At least it felt red. Hot and red and making her insides oh so very needy.
SMACK!
"Thirty-five!"
Adam began spanking her faster, as if working his way to a grand finale, each blow coming down a little bit harder and working its way towards her needy core. Her body throbbed, torn, wanting more and yet concerned about taking any serious pain... as if of their own volition her legs spread, giving him access to her pussy as his hand came closer and closer.
Would he spank her there? Or was he only teasing her again? And which did she want it to be?
"Forty!"
SMACK!
"Forty-one!"
SMACK!
"Forty-two!"
THWAP!
Angel cried out. His hand hadn't come down nearly as hard, but it had come down with absolutely precision, squarely onto her splayed pussy. Her body jerked, the spasm going through her was as much pleasure as it was pain. Fire... heat... and the strange revelation that if he kept doing that she was going to cum.
"Forty-three!" she managed to gasp out when he cleared his throat and reminded her that she was supposed to be counting.
Her head felt fuzzy. Like a radio station with too much static. Adrenaline, endorphins and fifty different kinds of sexy crazy were running through her veins.
THWAP!
"Forty-four!"
It felt like everything inside of her tilted and strained, her inner muscles clenching as she approached orgasm and was left clawing for the edge of the cliff. The blow had landed directly where the last one had, leaving her pussy lips stinging and unfulfilled.
She let out a frustrated scream.
And ended up on her back in the center of Adam's bed, one of his hands underneath her, making her arch up her breasts... and then they were free. Since his other hand was firmly planted on the mattress next to her, she knew that he'd un
done her bra with one hand.
"Impressive," she said through her panting breaths. "Now fuck me." Her voice lilted upwards on the end of the sentence, making it a plea rather than an order. Undulating her body, she rubbed it against his, feeling a wet trail along her inner thigh as the head of his cock dragged along it. Her nails dragged along his sides, down to his hips, and he groaned as his body rocked against hers.
“You… are trouble,” he growled, pulling her bra from her body and tossing it away. “Put your hands above your head and keep them there.”
With a little whimper, she obeyed. Just hearing him order her around in that deep voice made every inch of her skin tingle.
******
The tight pink nipples pointed up at him were too tempting to resist. Lowering his head, Adam took one and then the other into his mouth, nibbling as Angel's body writhed and bucked beneath him. The little whimpers working their way out of her throat were delightful, as was the way she panted for breath in between.
Sliding his hand down her stomach, he found the cream-coated lips of her pussy and slid a finger in to the music of her moans.
"Oh please... please, please please..." Angel's hips bucked as he teased her clit, seeking out contact. The begging made the blood in his cock surge and he sucked hard on her nipple as he tempered his own response. She was so wet and silky against his fingers, her legs spread wide as if to invite him into her body.
Shit... why was he even waiting? Other than to prove himself that he could maintain his control, but she wanted it and he wanted it... it was a Dom's privilege to be able to indulge himself and lose control on occasion, as long as he didn't hurt anyone. And he didn't think that Angel was going to be complaining if he got inside her sooner rather than later.
He lay little kisses on stomach and then her breasts, working his way up her body. Her hands had moved, from being stretched up above her head to laying right beside it, but he decided that it was close enough.
With an elbow planted on either side of her, the tip of his cock nudged between the wet fold of her pussy, immediately coating it in honey. He caught her eyes, the pupils huge pools of darkness in glowing amber, dark lashes fluttering wildly over them. Those perfect pink lips were parted slightly, ready to moan or cry out or scream his name.
"Don't move," he growled. Angel whimpered in reply as he began to push forward.
She was like hot silk, a wet glove gripping him as he pushed into her body. While the rest of her tensed, straining to follow his command, her inner muscles were fluctuating wildly, as if trying to suck him in deeper. Pulling out slightly, he thrust hard and buried himself within her on the second stroke. Unable to stop herself, Angel's body arched beneath his, her splayed pussy grinding against his body as she spasmed around him.
Hands were suddenly on his shoulders, the back of his neck and Adam shifted his weight to pinch her nipple.
"Hands back in place, Angel."
"Sorry, sorry," she muttered, although her heart wasn't in it, as she returned her hands to being stretched out above her head. He got the impression that she, again, hadn't realized that she'd moved them.
"Good girl."
He kissed her, long and slow, enjoying the way her muscles tightened around him and the small movements of her body as she tried to get him to move within her again. Invading her mouth with his tongue, he enjoyed his dominion over her body... so sweet and eager to be played with.
As he kissed her, he began to rock his hips, pulling out just a few inches before slowly driving back into her. From the frantic, muffled sounds deep in her throat and the way she was lifting her hips up to his, he could tell that he wasn't going fast enough for her and he enjoyed feeling her wriggling underneath him with all that pent-up sexual energy.
Then her hands found their way to his head again.
Grabbing her wrists, Adam pinned them down on either side of her head as he lifted his mouth away from hers.
"You just can't stay in position, can you?"
"Sorry, sorry..."
Tightening his hands around those slender limbs, he leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Next time I'm going to tie you down so that you can't move an inch."
Angel groaned, her legs coming up and around his body as if the idea of being held immobile made her unable to keep still. Giving up on the idea of having her hold position, Adam leaned his weight onto her wrists and began driving into her body with all the force she could desire.
With a loud cry, she arched up beneath him, her hips pumping as she tightened her legs around his waist. They were moving together, in a hard pounding rhythm, as her arms pushed against his hands, struggling to free herself. Holding her down beneath him as he easily slid in and out of her body made him even harder. His cock was throbbing inside of her as her muscles pulled and sucked at him, her cries becoming wilder and higher with every thrust.
"Adam... oh fuck... oh Adam!"
Her head thrashed back and forth in ecstasy as she let out a breathy scream of ecstasy, her body trembling as she clenched around him. The tight sheath around him became even tighter, her muscles rippling as if to milk his cock, and he groaned. He'd wanted to hold out, to keep fucking her, but she was holding him so tightly that he could barely move. The tingling at the base of his spine told him that he was fast losing the battle for control over his body.
Rocking himself against her, he rubbed his groin roughly against her clit as she moaned his name over and over again, her body going into writhing spasms beneath him. Her pussy was like a vise, and he growled out her name as he felt his release in a burst of rapture, throbbing throughout his entire body as he spilled hot cum into her.
It felt his like orgasm went on forever, her muscles working the entire length of his cock until he collapsed, utterly wrung out, on top of her. The effort it took to release his fingers from around her slender wrists was almost too much for him. With his face buried in her shoulder, he tipped his head to kiss her neck, chuckling as she shivered and protested.
"That tickles!"
"Mmmm." Adam rubbed his nose against her sensitive skin and enjoyed the way she gasped and clenched again. "You smell nice."
Angel giggled, sliding her arms around him now that she could. "Sorry I kept moving..."
Adam laughed. "That's alright. Hilary, you are not."
He grinned into her hair, thinking about how he needed to get some restraints for his bed.
"What does that mean?" She poked his side, sounding a little perturbed.
"Ah, I'd forgotten, you wouldn't have seen Liam and Hilary playing yet."
"Well I have been kept pretty busy every time I've been at Stronghold."
"Liam prefers honor bondage, which is good because Hilary doesn't really like to be restrained. They tend to scene in private, but from what we all have seen them do around us, he never needs to restrain her because she always stays in position for him."
"I can work on that..." Angel sounded worried.
With a stifled groan, Adam pushed himself up to look down at her. "I'm not Liam, sweetheart. I like real bondage. I'm looking forward to tying you up, especially now that I know how badly you want to move and touch me." The slightly doubtful look on her face faded into a shy smile. Leaning down, he kissed those slightly swollen lips, very gently and tenderly. "And when you do move from position, I get to punish you, which is also something I enjoy."
Laughing now, Angel slapped at his chest in playful reproach. Growling a little, Adam rolled, pulling her along with him so that she ended up on top. Let her do the work to prop herself up and look down at him. Plus he liked the way she felt on top of him, all soft curves and long limbs.
"Well that's good," she said ruefully. "Because I'm not sure I really could stop, although I would try. I really was already trying."
"I didn't mind... I liked holding you down too," he said with a grin, running his hands down her back to that delectable bottom. She winced a little bit as he squeezed, although he could tell that the effects of her spanking wer
e already wearing off a bit. "You've got such a fantastic ass."
A pleased little smile on her face, Angel fluttered her lashes at him a bit. "I've been told you're an ass man."
"And I saw on your survey for Stronghold that you enjoy anal play and sex," he said, grinning as he brushed his finger over that little crinkled hole. "So we're well matched. But not tonight..." He glanced over at the clock and sighed reluctantly. "I have to go to work tomorrow."
"Oh, right," Angel started to push up and away from him.
Holding tightly onto her bottom cheeks, Adam frowned up at her. "Where do you think you're going?"
"Oh..." She settled back down a bit. "I thought that was my hint to leave."
"You can if you need to, but I'd rather you stay here."
She cocked her head to the side as she thought it over, very quickly, before looking back down at him with a brilliant smile on her face. "I'd like that."
"Good."
******
When the alarm went off, Angel jumped, immediately awake. That was not her alarm. And that was not Michael or Leigh pressed up against her back. Her naked back, which is how she knew it wasn't Michael or Leigh.
The events of the previous evening came flooding back as the arm wrapped around her waist tightened.
"Good morning."
"Oh my god, turn it off," she moaned, trying to pull the pillow over her head to smother the annoying and overly loud beeping.
Adam's deep chuckle made her body tingle, even down between her legs which was a little bit sore from all the activity that it wasn't quite used to. Last night he'd been rough. And wonderful. And so incredibly sexy and dominating. But her poor pussy wasn't used to that sort of treatment and it hadn't had any sort of treatment from the opposite sex for long enough that she still felt a bit tender.
His arm moved away and the incessant, obnoxious beeping stopped. Pulling the pillow back away from her face, Angel turned over and snuggled up against him. Big, hot, hard man body first thing in the morning.
Yum.
Better than Wheaties.
She giggled.
"I sincerely hope you're not laughing at me," he said, pushing her onto her back so that he could see her face. His fingers pressed down on the center of her chest, drawing little circles that made her skin tingle.
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