by Skye Warren
She lifts her head from the pillow. “I know. I need to be punished,” she answers, voice breaking.
I pull her ass to my groin and grind against her. She’s dripping wet, primed and ready for me, but first, I need to take care of her punishment. Stepping to one side, I lift my hand high and repeatedly crash it down on one ass cheek. Every slap has her shaking, and whimpering out a tiny sound from the back of her throat as her ass turns crimson. I must have spanked her over two dozen times on the same spot that’s now hot to the touch.
“You never stopped being mine, so how much more do you feel you deserve for leaving me?” I bark out the angry question, pausing to give some attention to my pulsating cock.
“A lot more spanking. I’m so sorry, Mason, but I deserve a lot more.”
“Damn straight,” I agree. “Tell me why you deserve more punishment.”
“Because… because I had no right to act like I wasn’t yours,” she says.
Her whimpering begins to concern me. I don’t want her crying for the wrong reasons. I want the tears to form as a result of physical pain, not from her getting too emotional.
I’m about to stop when she adds, “Please spank me more. I need to pay.”
Smiling, I resume. After another few dozen times bringing my hand down on the other ass cheek, she is so red, so close to bruising, and I am so fucking hard. I dig my nails into her hips and drag her to my dick. I’m not gentle as I bury my cock deep into her, tight, pulsating cunt. The walls of her sopping wet pussy tighten like a vice around my shaft. I move one hand to her neck to anchor her to me. My other hand drifts past her hips to cup her mound.
I pull back, pausing to get her attention. With rough strokes on her clit, I slam into her hard, and pull almost all the way out. There’s no holding back. Each thrust is rougher than the last as I pound into her over and over again, speeding up with each movement.
Maxine buries her face into the pillow and reaches her hands to the backs of her upper thighs, spreading her pussy lips wide. She must want to be aching tomorrow, or to milk me dry when I come. If my cock drives any more deeply into her pussy, I’ll shift her womb around. Still, she parts her pussy lips and begins to push her ass back, matching my movements.
It’s been so long since I’ve been this rough that I almost can’t handle it. The agony of holding back is building up a wicked tension behind my balls. Moving my hands back to her hips, I tilt her ass up some more. I’m aiming right for her G-spot, because I want her to come hard. I want her pussy juices to coat my cock, and drip down her legs, and soak the sheets. I want her to remember what she walked away from, so that she never does it again.
Maxine cries out that she’s coming. Her legs are weak and shaky. Her inner walls tremor against my shaft like an earthquake. I’ve been holding back, and now that she’s about to come, I don’t have to rein myself in anymore. With sharp, vicious, angry jerks of my hips, I close my eyes. My body seizes. Overcome by the blinding sensation or zero control, I explode deep inside of her.
Weak from exhaustion, Maxine collapses to the bed, pulling apart from me. I stretch out on my back beside her, and she finds an extra reserve of strength to move closer to me. I tilt her head up to look into her eyes, ready for whatever she has to say to me whenever she’s ready.
Chapter 7
Maxine
“I’ve missed you, Mason.”
“You already know how I feel,” he answers gruffly.
I stare up at the ceiling. “I never told you this… I’ve been in love with you since I was seven. We’ve always been great together. But this time apart, as much as I’ve hated being without you, well…I needed it. Do you know what would have happened if I’d stayed with you? I wouldn’t have graduated…I’m sure I wouldn’t have passed the bar exam.”
“Don’t say that. I’ve always supported you.”
“True. You have, but when we were together, I was coasting, you know? I was happy…and sometimes, happiness doesn’t motivate. For a long time after we broke up, I was miserable. What helped me to get focused was knowing that if I’d stayed, I’d end up making you miserable too, and we’d probably lose each other anyway. The bottom line is, I wouldn’t be here now to help you through this situation with your brother.”
Mason gives me one look and I’m ready to crumble.
“What are you saying, Maxine?”
We lock eyes again. It’s so intense that I want to look away, but his eyes tell me so much. We still feel so strongly about each other.
“I’m saying…I don’t know what I’m saying.” I try to smile, but it’s so hard. I’ve hurt him. “Can we maybe start over?”
“Start over, huh? What does that look like?”
“How about…dinner? It’s Christmas Eve. Got any plans tomorrow? My mother refuses to stop asking me about you.”
He looks at me as though my suggestion is weighing on his mind. After a beat, he pulls me into his arms again.
“I’ve got a better idea.” A half-smile lifts up his lips. “Room service, and you in my bed…and some more much needed spanking. I’ve got a lot of catching up to do. And I remember just how much you used to love being punished.”
I crack a smile. I’ve missed the excitement we had. We fit together so well back then, and I can’t wait to see if we still do. I slide his hands from around my waist down to cup my ass. “I’ve been a bad girl, Mason.”
“Well, I have just the thing.” Mason turns to his night table, reaches into the top drawer, and takes out a burgundy velvet ring box. He rolls over to face me and opens it, revealing the over four-Carat halo diamond that’s set in a white gold engagement ring. “You’re marrying me.”
“Mason, I… oh my God…I can’t believe…”
He slides the ring up my wedding finger. “I’ve held on to this for years. It’s meant for you…for us. I’m not taking no for an answer, so just say yes. I love you, Maxine. Let’s be great…together.”
I nod, biting down on my bottom lip, barely able to contain myself. “Yes. I’ll marry you.”
THE END
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Afterword
From all of us who worked hard on this bundle… Have a very merry Christmas.
We hoped you enjoyed our holiday stories.
