She mewled in frustration and moved to push her hips against him again, craving that magical friction in any way she could get it, but James hooked a finger into her underwear and surprised her when he jerked them so hard down her thighs, she heard the seams rip.
"You tore my panties."
He sighed, fingers tightening in the ripped remnants of her panties, and he yanked them off of her.
"So I did." He leaned over her, his body close and warm against her back and side. The steady presence of him curled over her made her relax and let out a contented sigh as she turned her face to the side to watch the slow hypnotic movement of his hands as they mapped the curves of her sides and legs.
"You behaved badly. You played with your health and your safety, tonight."
Ashley's eyes drifted closed at the rumbling sound of James' voice, a small moan sounding in her throat as his voice and presence surrounded her, enveloping her in comfort and safety. He wasn't lying to her. She'd acting recklessly while out with the production crew.
"I did." She bit her lip when she felt him uncurl his body from around her slowly, sitting up until he was massaging her back gently with one big hand.
"You'll get ten," James told her, his fingers curling around her side as he tugged her snuggly up against his abdomen. She ducked her chin, hands moving to clutch at the soft bedding beneath her. "And you will count each and every one of them. Do you understand?"
"Yes," she blurted out before she hurriedly added, "Sir, yes, Sir."
"That's my good girl." His hands moved away from her, and Ashley couldn't help but tense at the loss of his gentle touch. "I'm going to start now," he told her.
A rush of adrenaline hit her system, and she did her best not to put her hands over her now exposed ass.
"Okay, I'm ready," she whispered and felt a small measure of triumph when her hands stayed where they were, though wrapped in the bedspread as they were when the first smack of James' hand landed with a solid slap.
She jumped slightly, the breath in her body leaving in a rush before she remembered she was supposed to be counting out loud. "One."
His fingers touched the spot he'd spanked tenderly, and Ashley jumped in surprise again, but this time it wasn't from pain, it was from the exquisite pleasure that the slightest brush of his hands elicited.
A beat passed of him massaging her gently before he lifted his hand away, and the clap of his hand striking her filled the room. Ashley winced but forced herself not to move as she dutifully counted. This time, she wasn't caught off guard when James touched her softly and she relaxed into his touch, her over-sensitized skin drinking up the light brushes of his fingers like water in the desert.
"Two."
"Good girl," he whispered, spanking her once more. "So good for me, holding still like this for me and counting so sweetly. You're good to me."
"Three," she gasped, body and mind lighting up like a fireworks display at his praise. It was like a switch had flipped in her body and she no longer tensed at the slap from his hand.
"Four," she moaned, losing the battle not to move and arching her back to present her ass better to the man still whispering encouragement to her. She craved it, wanted those softly crooned words to her and the butterfly light touch that accompanied it, but that meant she also was hungry for the crack of his hand on her skin, the way it made her skin flush at first before slowly burning to a fire that had her almost begging for him to stop.
"Five," she cried out, when once again, he hit her, confusing her body and mind further as he did it again, and again, and again. Finally, there were only two strikes left, and Ashley's body was shaking from the exertion of holding herself still for James as he spanked her. She had long abandoned holding on to the bed, one hand going to the knee of his pants to grip the fabric tightly while she pressed the other to her mouth.
"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.
"I can do that."
"Put my hands where you want them. Show me what you want, and it's yours."
Her fingers caught his hands, and then she slowly pushed them down until they were on her thighs, and she parted them for him. "I want you here," she whispered, looking expectantly up at him. It only took that single look before James was moving his big body between her legs, his thighs pushing her legs wide while he sat back on his knees and slid his hands down to cup her, one palm resting over her cunt while the other grasped her hip.
"Like this?"
She nodded, breath starting to come fast now as she looked down her body and at the man now between her legs. Her hand came to rest on top of his, and she pushed her palm firmly on his, grinding the heel of his hand against her and making her hips jerk at the contact. She gasped, eyes closing when she felt the ghost of a breath against her collarbones.
"Do you want me to kiss you?"
She nodded, hooking an arm around his neck. "Please kiss me, but don't stop touching me. I need it."
"I know, honey. I've got you." He kissed her then and let her hands continue to guide the hand still cupping her as she pressed his thumb up against her clit, showing him how to touch her. And when he caught her fingers with his free hand and whispered, "What else?" while he continued to stroke her clit, she eagerly urged him forward until he was slipping a finger inside of her and making them both groan.
"Honey, you're so wet for me." He kissed her again, tongue slipping inside her mouth as she eagerly kissed him. "You're so good, showing me what you want."
She whimpered the sound high and needy at his words and pulled back to look at him, her eyes hooded with pleasure. "I want you to talk to me."
"What do you want me to say?" he groaned, fingers still working her body into a frenzy that had her bucking against his hands.
"I want you to tell me how much you want me."
A wicked smile passed over his face and he leaned close, hair falling over his eyes as he began to whisper, "I can't get enough of you, baby girl. You drive me crazy. Do you know how hard you make me when I see you in your cute skirts? Makes me want to bend you over and fill you up. Let every man in there know you're my little girl."
She moaned and grabbed at his shoulders, his words the right combination to push her pleasure higher. "James…"
"You make me crazy. Thought I was going to lose my mind when I saw you tonight. Baby girl, you had every man's eyes on you, but you're mine." His thumb increased the speed of his strokes, fingers curling inside of her and hitting a spot that had her seeing stars.
"Sir!" she cried out as he continued to pump his fingers inside of her, making the building orgasm feel like a tsunami that she was only just managing to hold off. All it would take was one good push, and her control would snap. "More, please. I'll do anything, Sir," she begged, hips rising to meet his thrusting fingers.
"You're mine," he growled, kissing her roughly. "Mine. Do you hear me?"
She keened, body going rigid, but she managed a weak nod in answer.
"I've waited to get my hands back on your hot little body. I missed this pussy, baby girl. You made me wait for it." He bit her shoulder and pressed down hard on her clit, and Ashley knew she was only seconds away from her climax.
"I'm gonna, oh, I need to," she gasped incoherently. "I need you. I'll do. I'll—"
"That's it. Give it to me. You've been such a good girl. You took your punishment like an angel, little one. It's time to give it to me. Come for me, honey, make a mess on me." James caught her mouth in another kiss, this one all teeth and tongues, and when he pinched her clit, the pressure was more than she could take, and her control snapped. Ashley sobbed as the wave of pleasure crashed over her, sweeping her away as she ground herself against James' hands, stealing every last bit of her pleasure from his touch.
Ashley closed her eyes and had only begun to relax, when James moved off the bed, making her frown and reach for him with a disapproving groan. She wanted him close to her, his body warm and wrapped around hers, but she was too blissed out to do more than make a half-hearted swipe for him. Now, she just wanted to hold onto this lovely feeling for as long as possible, to turn her brain off and just feel, to lean into that glorious feeling of being wrung out and left sated. She registered that James was undressing, but it drifted away as fast as it had come and she snuggled deeper into the mattress, a shiver going through her and prompting her to reach for a blanket when James' hand was on hers. But he didn't take her hand like she thought he might. Instead, he caught her around the wrist in a grip so tight, it made her open her eyes in surprise.
Her mouth went dry at the look on his face. It was wild, his gray eyes darker than she had ever seen them and he slipped an arm around her, hauling her up against him.
"Use your safewords," he growled out, moving forward and pushing her down on her belly.
"James—"
"Sir," he bit out, yanking her arms above her head and catching them in one big hand. "You call me Sir. Do you understand, little girl?"
She squirmed, body alight and suddenly awake beneath him. "Yes, Sir."
He caught a hand in her hair and wrapped it around his fist, tilting her head back to capture her mouth in a kiss. There was no tenderness there, only passion. It was downright filthy as he rubbed his hard cock against her ass while he plundered her mouth hungrily, his tongue moving against hers before he caught her bottom lip between his teeth, making her cry out. But he swallowed that sound, too, with a satisfied moan. She moved to tug her wrists from his grasp, but a swat on her ass had her going still.
"Safewords, baby girl. Do you remember them?"
She nodded mutely, still shocked at how quickly the energy in the bedroom had shifted between them.
He grunted in acknowledgement. "Your safewords are the only way I'm stopping." His fingers squeezed her wrists where they were pinned to the bed. "Do you understand?" His voice was firm, demanding her attention, and she could scarcely breath as she comprehended his words. Until this moment, her time, save for her spanking, with James had been comfortable—safe.
This felt different. Dangerous and a little dark, the kind of dark that commanded her attention, and damn, if she didn't want every last bit of it.
"Yes, Sir," she said, wincing slightly when he tightened his grip in her hair.
"That's it, kitten." He gave her a dark smile, and then he was letting go of her hair and wrists to grip her hips tightly, yanking her up to her knees and forcing her legs apart. She gasped when she felt the head of his cock pushing up against her. James was torturing her when he moved forward, sliding himself up against her thighs with a moan. "You're wet for me. Soaking. You want this. You love me fucking you, don't you?"
"Yeah, I do," she husked out, pushing herself up onto her hands and trying to wiggle closer, but then James was leaning over her, an arm shoving hers out from under her. She cried out as she fell forward, his hand now in the middle of her back, holding her down while he kept a firm grip on her hips.
"Ass up," he growled, barely giving her time to
process his command before he was rocking into her with a satisfied moan. "Oh, kitten, that's it. I missed this tight little cunt on my dick."
She gasped when James thrust forward again, a hand coming up to squeeze her throat lightly. The tight grip of his hand on her neck was new, and Ashley tensed, feeling him squeeze in time with his hips.
"Color," he grunted out.
When he hit that sensitive spot inside of her, Ashley's answer came out as cry, "Green. Green!"
"That's it, kitten, take my cock like a good girl." The hand that had been gripping her hips moved forward, catching her wrists once more, and then James was moving forward over her until he had her hands above her head, his big body covering hers as he continued to fuck into her.
She groaned in pleasure, feeling that familiar rush starting again in her. She would be orgasming again, and it wouldn't take much of anything to push her to it. Not with this darker, hungrier version of James manhandling her. Every last thing she'd explored with James, tonight, had been better than the last, and she found that she wanted this version of him, loved the strength of his cock inside of her, the grip of his hand on her throat while he whispered filthy things to her.
She liked that she brought this out in him, that he was giving her a bit of darkness she wasn't sure he shared with many people. Like their lovemaking was now part of some bigger, unknown world that everyone else but the two of them was blind to.
"You like me holding you down like this, don't you? Want me inside of you, taking what I want."
"Yes." Ashley wept. Her body was humming, alive with pleasure and the adrenaline rush that came from being at James' mercy. He was holding her down; she was, by all rights, helpless with her wrists pinned to the bed and his hand on her neck, but she had never felt more free.
"Tell me you love it."
"I love it. I love it when you take what you want from me."
James' teeth nipped at her shoulder, making her jump, but she moaned when he bit her. "God, yes, kitten. I'm going to fill you up. You want me to. I know you do. You're my sweet." His hips were moving faster now, driving her body up the bed from the force of it, and he cried out in pleasure with each thrust, "Little girl, aren't you?"
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