“Paint me red,” I throw back, and his eyes darken.
“That’s my girl.”
He shifts me around a little so I’m positioned a bit more comfortably across his lap.
“Before we get started, I want to make sure you know your safe words.”
I nod back at him.
“Green is good, yellow is on the edge, red is stop. Does that make sense?”
“Green, yellow, and red. Got it.”
He strokes my head. “Good. Now I’m thinking ten spanks for the ten minutes you teased me. I want you to count each one, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Good.” Then, without warning, he slaps my ass. It’s harder than before. A slight sting.
“One,” I call out.
The second and third slaps are of the same level. The sting is growing warmer, but it’s not uncomfortable.
“You were such a bad girl. Teasing me. Flashing that delectable pussy.” When he spanks me the fourth time, the pain radiates across my entire ass cheek, and I suck in a breath. “Bad girls have to repent for their sins.”
“Four,” I grind out.
The next slap is quick and fast, and it feels like a rubber band hitting me. Heat spreads across my ass, and I hiss at the sensation. But I also feel my arousal building again, my thighs slickening as they rub together with each hit.
“Five.”
“My little angel wanted to take a walk on the dark side and look where it landed you. Sweet little ass red as the devil. Are you sorry yet?”
“Never,” I throw back. A peek over my shoulders shows he’s staring down at me hungrily.
He massages my ass, and I relax against the soothing feeling. My emotions are running wild. A mixture of excitement, lust, and fear. It feels like I’m drunk. I’ve always craved pain with my pleasure. I’ve never been punished before, never had anyone spank my ass, but I’m already addicted.
The sixth slap jolts me out of the false sense of comfort he created, my body jerking in shock. Aleks pinches my ass, and I yelp.
“Number?” he commands.
“Six, six, sorry.”
The next two spanks are harder, but I greedily accept them. My brain blanks as soon as the slaps hit, the pain shocking my system until the pleasure sinks in, blissing me out. It’s like being plunged in hot water and then doused in ice. Your body is at war with the conflicting environments, and it makes everything feel heightened.
“Nine,” I call out as his hand lands again. The ninth slap causes me to wince, the pain edging close to hurt. Not that my pussy registers that. I squirm against the wetness, craving more friction between my legs. Selfishly, I try grinding myself against his lap.
“Someone is getting a little greedy.” His fingers dip below my ass, slipping in my wetness. “Fuck, Stevie.” I look behind me and watch him suck my arousal again. “I’m addicted to the way you taste.”
I hold his gaze as his hand comes down for the final time. My moan comes out like a pure scream.
“Ten. Ten. Oh my god, fuck, Aleks.” He massages my ass cheek, providing some relief, before picking me up so I straddle his legs. My heat sits flush against his crotch, and I just know I’m soaking his sweatpants right now. He brings me in for a kiss, and I taste myself against his tongue.
“You did so well. I’m so proud of you.”
His hands dance down my body, and I loop mine around his neck, pulling him closer to me. Our kiss deepens as I grind myself shamelessly against him. I’m so strung up, so ready to go again.
“I want you so badly,” I breathe out before tugging his bottom lip between my teeth. “I want you in me. Please. I need to come again. I’m so close.”
He groans, capturing my mouth with his.
“You don’t have to ask me twice.”
He stands, picking me up with him before laying me on my stomach on the rug below us.
“Bend over and show me that pretty pussy, baby.”
I spread my arms forward, breasts pressed against the floor, arching my back as far as I can. I wiggle my ass in the air with a grin.
He tugs out of his sweatpants and kneels behind me. I look back at him, past the wings clipped to my bra. He fists his dick, staring at me through hooded eyes.
“Never fucked an angel before,” he says before sliding between my folds. I moan at the sensation, his thick cock filling me up better than anything else.
After we both got retested last week, we decided as a couple to forgo the condoms. I honestly love nothing better than the feeling of him coming inside me.
He pushes into me relentlessly, his hips pounding against me. My ass is still sore from the slaps, the pain adding sensation. My orgasm wavers on the edge, feasting on the feeling, growing with every pump. His dick pistons in and out, the pressure building and falling with each movement. I cry out when he completely bottoms out, and he moans against me.
Sex with Aleks is unlike anything else. I’ve never felt so connected to another person. He treats my body like a temple, worshiping it like he is going to find the path to the promised land. Then he’ll flip, destroying it like the devil punishing sinners in purgatory. Whether I’m his good girl or bad girl, I’m always his girl.
At this moment, I am just an angel servicing her god.
But I want more. I want to hit new heights. Elysium.
I roll my hips deeper, and a low growl escapes his chest. “Fuck me harder,” I beg him.
His hands come down to grip my hips, and his nails dig into me as he holds me tightly. The pain sparks pleasure, and suddenly I feel my entire abdomen clench. The pressure builds to a high I’ve never felt before. It almost feels like I need to pee. My brain begins to short circuit as the waves continue to rise. Then his hand comes up to fist my hair, and I gasp through the sudden sting. His other hand loops around my hip and rubs at my clit, and the sensation becomes almost unbearable. The intensity of it all is too deep.
“Will my bad girl be a good girl and come around my cock?”
He pinches my clit. That goddamned move that gets me every time. Even if I wanted to, I wouldn’t be able to stop the downfall. My body spasms as my orgasm erupts through me, and his name falls from my lips like a curse. Absentmindedly, I feel wetness run down my legs. My pussy clenches, milking Aleks’ cock for all that it’s worth. I enter the sea of bliss, letting myself get swept away in it.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” he grunts.
“Where do you want to come?”
He pulls out and stands, and I whine at the emptiness. He turns me around, placing me on my knees. I love when he moves my body, when he uses me for his pleasure.
“Let me paint that perfect face.” He runs his hand up and down his shaft, looking down at me.
I tilt my chin down, peering at him up through my lashes. I poke out my tongue, spreading it flat.
“Fuck, Stevie,” He groans, eyes fluttering shut momentarily before they land back on me.
I close my eyes as he comes in hot spurts, coating my face. My body lights up with pleasure, knowing that I did this to him. That I got him off, that I make him lose control.
I smile up at him while I lick my lips, drinking in his release.