by Sophia Vice
He smiles. “Good. I want you to be wet all the time. Always ready to take my cock.”
Shock rolls through me at his filthy language. No man has ever spoken to me like that—as if I was some kind of a sex toy that existed simply to be fucked. It should make me angry, but instead I grow wetter for him, whimpering as his finger continues to slowly circle my clit. He touches me softly, as if knowing just how much pleasure will keep me on the edge.
“Please.” I roll my hips up, trying to get more pressure where I need it.
“No.” His eyes are hard as his hands push my hips back into the covers. “You come when I give you permission. Don’t move, or you’ll be punished.”
I stare at him, my mouth open as shock makes me go still. “You’ll what?”
“You heard me, Kyle. I said I’ll punish you. If you have a problem with that, tell me, and we’ll stop right now.” His fingers keep circling my aching clit, and when I try to close my legs, I find that his heavily muscled thighs are in the way. His face is stern, but his eyes are scanning my face, analyzing my reaction to the new direction he’s taking things.
I pant shallowly, my brain addled by the orgasm that’s just out of my reach. “How will you punish me?” I think about what I’ve come across in movies and the occasional dirty read. “Will you spank me?” My heart starts to race at the illicit image that conjures up: me over Adam’s lap, his strong hands paddling my backside. I’ve never done anything like this with my past lovers. The idea is hot and terrifying at the same time. Adam is intimidating and in control in any circumstance, and imagining my body at his mercy makes me shiver with both anxiety and desire.
He looks at me evenly, his fingers stilling on my clit. “I’ll punish you however I want. If you are a good girl, I’ll reward you at the end.”
As if to prove this point, Adam moves off of me only to draw my panties down my legs, laying me bare for him. I start to close my legs out of instinct, but he tisks me and lightly slaps one of my inner thighs, and I automatically respond by spreading my legs slightly. I blush at my own reaction, wetness flooding my core at his possessive handling. I’ve never been with someone like this—someone so dominating. He treats me like an animal he needs to bring to heal.
Adam’s eyes are hot on the apex of my thighs, where I’m still slick from his touch. “Wider,” he commands, his voice rough. I can hear my own heartbeat thrumming loudly in my ears as I struggle with whether or not to obey him. Do I want this to go further? Obviously, Adam is into some kinky…stuff, and he’s probably got way more sexual experience than I do. Honestly, it scares me a little.
Adam’s eyes shift up to mine as he quirks an eyebrow. “You were curious about punishment. Was that a curiosity you wanted to satisfy right now?”
Eyes wide, I shake my head. Slowly, I obey him and open my legs a little more. I can feel the cool air brushing over my wet core like an invisible touch, and I shiver.
“More.” Adam’s voice is thick with desire.
I splay my legs as wide as they can go, and Adam growls in satisfaction. “Good girl.”
Then he moves forward, dropping onto his elbows, and I gasp as his tongue laves against my clit, his strong hands spreading my thighs even further for him. I shudder in pleasure as he alternates between licking me and sucking on my clit tenderly, causing me to tense as I feel my orgasm threaten.
“I’m going to come,” I breathe, my hips thrusting despite his earlier promise of punishment.
Adam lifts off me, his silvery eyes meeting mine. “Come.”
Then his lips and tongue are back on my core, and my peak crashes through me as I shudder and clench, my thighs helplessly trembling.
Adam looks up at me from between my legs as I come down from the earth-shattering orgasm, and the smile he gives me promises me that we aren’t done yet. Even though I am momentarily sated, the orgasm having loosened my muscles, desire and anxiety still curl through me at the way Adam looks at me.
“What?” My voice is breathless as he sits beside me, his eyes trained on my naked body.
“You couldn’t hold still.” Adam’s eyes are dark and heavy-lidded, as if he’s a lion that’s just eaten a satisfying meal.
I swallow nervously. “So?”
Adam tilts his head to the side. “So, you disobeyed my order to not move. I told you what would happen.”
I laugh, but the sound is strained. “I thought that was a joke.”
“Do I look like I’m kidding?”
I stare at him. Indeed, his face is serious, his eyes still hot with desire. He wouldn’t really…punish me for moving while he pleasured me, would he? Would I let him? Do I even have a choice?
I look at him, and the thoughtful way he watches me, and I know I do. I could get up and leave right now and he wouldn’t stop me.
My heartbeat skyrockets, and I suddenly feel compelled to please this gorgeous man. I normally am the type to play it safe, and all of this is happening fast, but I want to see how deep this rabbit hole goes. I want to give my trust to Adam.
“Okay.” My voice is hoarse. “What do you want me to do?” Butterflies rush through me.
“Lay over my lap.” His voice is deep and commanding as his eyes flick from me to his lap, indicating where he wants me to go—as if I’m some dog to command.
Indignation wars with fear and excited arousal as I consider him. He looks at me, his eyes darkly glimmering like he already knows that I will decide to acquiesce to his kinks.
Ever so slowly I rise to my knees and shift towards him. I wait for him to guide me into place, but he just watches as I pause awkwardly. I realize that I’m going to have to lay myself over his lap, and I heat in shame. Gingerly I position myself over his thighs, my sensitized nipples brushing over the smooth fabric of his slacks as I move forward. Once again the fact of him being fully clothed while I’m naked leaves me breathless, the eroticism of it sending tingles down my spine.
I startle a little as his warm, strong hands smooth over my back, pushing me down so that I am forced to relax all of my weight against him and the bed. Then he takes a wrist in each hand, drawing my arms over my head. I begin to breathe shallowly, nerves ricocheting through my stomach. “Easy,” he murmurs, his hand sliding over my back again, and I try to settle, my heart beating wildly in my ears as I close my eyes against the soft covers.
His large hands set off goosebumps as they move from my back to the swells of my ass. Hit touch is firm and soothing, and I find myself calming despite the humiliation of this pose and the promised ‘punishment.’ I breathe carefully, waiting for some kind of pain.
“Relax,” Adam murmurs, one of his hands squeezing the flesh of my ass. “You’re being so good. Just remember not to move, and it won’t be so bad for you.” His voice is like velvet silk.
Am I really letting him do this? I think, panting against the covers. Am I that desperate that I’m going to let this man that I barely know do this? What has my life become?
Suddenly I find myself reflecting on how far I’ve fallen: I’m a college drop out, I just lost my job, I’ve let my body go, and I spend all my free time drinking myself into a stupor and watching dumb tv shows. Now I’m letting myself be spanked by my brother’s successful boss. Is this just another mistake in my mission to be a fuck-up? I’m useless, I’m stupid, I’m—
Smack!
I cry out, my thoughts and self-recriminations interrupted by Adam’s hand falling hard on the globes of my ass.
Smack!
I shout again at the sting, and I cringe in embarrassment as I feel my own ass jiggle at the impact. “Adam—” I say, suddenly nervous—
Smack!
I groan at this particularly hard spank, my toes curling as I lurch forward, as if to escape his punishing hand.
Adam quickly corrects me by taking my hips and guiding me back over his lap. “Raise your ass a little more for me. Dip your back.” His hands adjust me so that my ass is lewdly high in the air, as if I were presenting it to him. “That
’s it. That’s a good girl. This is how I want you every time, and I want you to remember how to position yourself.”
“Every time?” I echo, bewildered, but I don’t have the chance to think about it long.
Smack!
The way I’m positioned makes me absorb all the impact of his hand, and I bite my lip as I try to repress a groan.
Smack!
His hand lands on a place that’s already stinging, and I keen helplessly.
“Shh. Be a good girl, and take your spanking.”
His hands come down in quick succession, overwhelming me with pain. To my own surprise, I can feel moisture slipping down my thighs—the humiliating evidence of how he is affecting me. I squeeze my eyes shut, overwhelmed by how the pain has started to become erotic. What’s wrong with me? Why is my body responding this way?
Without warning, Adam plunges a finger inside me, and I clench helplessly, startled. “So good, so wet for me,” he murmurs.
I try to shift back on the finger, wanting more stimulation, wanting to come again, but he pulls it out before I can move.
Smack!
“Adam!” I cry, my hands fisting in the covers.
“Yes, pet?”
Smack!
I’m shocked by the name pet but the pain he gives me pushes away all of the thoughts in my head, cleansing it like a room cleared of cobwebs, left spotlessly white. I feel as if I’m floating, weightless—only connected to the earth by threads of desire and pain that thrum every time he touches me.
Smack!
Oh god. Every spank hurts more than the last, his hand now paddling down on already stinging skin.
“Your skin colors so beautifully.” He pauses, his hands kneading my stinging flesh as I wriggle, trying to escape the pain.
Smack!
This spank is more than I can take, and I try to rear up, but his hand pushes down on my shoulder blades firmly, keeping me in place. I pant helplessly.
“Do you need to stop?” His voice is deep with authority.
“I—” I pant, overwhelmed by the feelings he’s given me. I swallow. “It hurts.” My voice is thick with unshed tears.
His hand rubs soothing circles on my back. “It’s supposed to, Kyle. But I think you can take more for me. Do you think you can do that? Can you be a good girl?”
I realize that he’s giving me a choice to stop, which eases some of my panic, but at the same time I’m driven by the compulsion to make him proud of me. I want to be good for him. I also feel strangely cleansed, my mind empty of all the usual negativity as I decide to surrender myself to him.
“Okay.” My voice trembles as I consent.
“Good girl,” he rumbles, and I become aware of how hard his arousal is underneath his slacks, pushing up against my stomach like a length of steel.
The spanking continues, becoming more and more hard to bear as the pain builds on itself until I’m mewling softly against the covers, my cries growing increasingly strangled and loud at each additional smack.
I lose track of how long the spanking goes on, my mind filled only with the anticipation of his hand coming down. My breath is loud in my ears, my sharp inhales and ragged exhales timed to each spank. My cries become mixed with moans as all of my thoughts evaporate, my whole world narrowing down to the sting of Adam’s hand and the tightening feeling in my core.
Suddenly a finger dips between my folds, and he slides it in easily because the spanking has me primed. He adds a second finger to the first and I groan as he pumps them into me, stretching me deliciously.
“Oh god,” I breathe, my hands clutching uselessly at the covers. My body is as taut as a bowstring.
Then, with his fingers still moving inside of me, Adam suddenly lands another hard spank on my abused skin. The flash of pain is white-hot, and it sends me tumbling over the edge and into the hardest orgasm of my life.
4
Kyle
I lay in a strange, blissfully mindless state as I come down from the strange high of having my ass spanked while being finger-fucked to orgasm by Adam, my formerly unattainable crush.
I’m barely aware of Adam going into the connected bathroom and running some water as I stare at the ceiling, completely boneless. It’s as if a gentle white-noise has drowned out all of my internal chatter. I’m not really worrying about anything, or feeling mad at myself, or feeling depressed about my failures.
I just am.
I frown slightly as I realize that the feeling isn’t unlike the way I feel when I drink alcohol—a habit I know I’ve lost control of. It’s as if my mind has been wiped clean.
The bed dips beside me, and I look up, meeting Adam’s eyes. Idly, I wonder if he’s going to fuck me now. I can hardly believe he would do all that without getting his turn.
“Are you okay?” He tilts his head, his expression concerned.
“Yeah.” I let out a long, shuddering breath.
“Are you sure? You look upset. Was it too much, too fast?” His concern touches me, tempering the fear I felt towards him earlier. His grey eyes are assessing, sweeping over my face.
“No. No. It’s not that, I just…”
Oh no. I can feel it coming, the pressure behind my sinuses that warns me that I’m going to cry. I try to reel it in, unable to identify why I’m suddenly feeling so emotional, but it’s as if all of my barriers and walls have been swept away by the intensity of what transpired between us. My eyes mist, and I turn so that I’m facing away from Adam, completely mortified.
“Hey, no hiding,” he says sternly, and he takes hold of my shoulder, rolling me over easily. I try to resist, but his strength is no match for my struggles as he scoops me up so that I’m sitting on his lap, my upper body cradled against his chest. I hiss as my ass makes contact with his thighs, and he immediately rearranges me so that my untouched thighs are the only thing making contact.
His left arm is like a steel band around my ribcage as he holds me securely against him, and I let out small panting breaths, trying to get a hold of myself. I pride myself on not being emotional around others. It’s a kind of armor to always appear invulnerable, but apparently it doesn’t stand up to Adam’s brand of intense pleasure-pain.
He smooths my hair with one hand, murmuring “it’s okay,” and “I’ve got you,” repeatedly, his voice soft. His assurances work, and I let the emotions sweeping through me run their course. I don’t know how long he holds me, but very slowly I return to myself. I can’t believe that Adam, a man I barely know, is seeing me with all of my defenses down.
He probably thinks I’m such a baby for crying after a little kinky bedroom play. He’s probably regretting initiating anything with me. I must seem like an emotional basket case.
“It’s okay,” Adam murmurs again, his breath tickling the shell of my ear.
“I’m so, so sorry,” I mumble in answer, my face pressed against his shirt so that I can avoid meeting his gaze. I realize with a wave of humiliation that this is the second time today that he’s seen me cry.
Adam tilts my face up to his again. “You don’t need to apologize, or be embarrassed. It’s normal for this happen after something intense like what we just did. Do you know what sub-drop is?”
I stare at him.
He shakes his head. “Never mind. The point is, sometimes when you experience something like what I just did to you, it creates a kind of high that can be hard to come down from. So, it’s my job to take care of you—since I did this to you. Okay?”
“Okay,” I mumble, a little mystified. Then, with a watery smile, “you think you’re such a master in the bedroom that you can make me high from pleasure? Aren’t you a little over-confident?”
“I don’t think so.” A corner of his mouth lifts. “I know so. And I think now you know it, too.” He brushes some hair out of my face, his eyes glittering in smug satisfaction.
The man has no shame.
And I think I like it that way.
Suddenly Adam slides an arm under my legs and lifts me u
p, bridal style, and strides to the bathroom. A massive whirlpool tub is filling up with steaming hot water.
“I think this is full enough,” he murmurs to himself, and carefully sets me on my feet. He holds on to my hips for a moment, as if afraid I might fall over without his support, and then shuts off the water.
“We’re taking a bath?” He had mentioned it earlier, but it seems less weird now that we’ve been intimate. Although I still feel awkward about what just happened—he stripped me, spanked me, and brought me to orgasm, all while he was still clothed. It would be nice to even the playing field and have him get naked.
“No,” Adam corrects me, “you’re taking a bath.”
I pout. “Why won’t you join me?” The more I think about it, I really want to see all of the muscle I felt hard-packed beneath his suit.
“Does someone unwrap a present before it’s Christmas?” He smiles cheekily.
I frown. “Are you saying that I have to wait until Christmas to see you naked? After all that?” I gesture towards the bedroom, flushing.
“No, I’m saying that the activity has to suit the occasion.” He leans in, his voice dropping lower. “I want you begging by the time you see all of me. You have to earn it.”
Goosebumps spread over my naked body as he dips a few fingers into the water to check the temperature. “Okay, in you go,” he says, taking my hand to guide me into the tub.
The water is so hot that it takes me a few moments to adjust as I sink lower into the massive tub. I hiss as the water touches my ass.
Adam gives me a sympathetic look as he sits on a built-in bench beside the tub. Honestly, this bathroom is so big it could have been a second bedroom.
“So was that the first time you’ve ever done something like that?” He leans in and starts rubbing my shoulders, and I melt against his touch.
“Done what?” I reply innocently, leaning into his ministrations.
“Been spanked? Done a little power play?” His fingers press into muscles I didn’t even know were tense.
“Um, I guess so.” I sink lower into the tub, as if I can hide in the bubbles.
