Fortune by Annabel Joseph (ebook reader for comics TXT) 📕

time.” He took her hands in his and pulled her closer, looking into her eyes, enjoying the tension there. “I’m going to give you a spanking over my knee just to drive the lesson home, because you earned it and I’ll never let you wiggle out of anything you’ve earned. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir,” she whispered, staring down at his cock again. Naughty little miscreant. She probably wasn’t listening to a word he said. “Come on. Let’s get this over with.”

He had to rearrange his swollen shaft to pull her over his lap. She was so sweet, so hesitant. He loved over-the-knee spanking, loved holding a woman’s body against his, disciplining her. Kat’s curves were delicious, shapely and soft against his thighs.

“Put your hands on the floor, or around my leg if you’d rather. Just keep them out of the way. Or should I hold them?”

“You better hold them. Sir,” she added, remembering.

He took her hands in one of his, held them at the small of her back. “Don’t fight me. Just relax as much as you can and breathe through the blows when they get hard.”

“How hard?”

“Harder than the spanking you got at Masquerade. But not as hard as you probably deserve. And I suppose,” he said, stroking her tense ass cheeks, “we should agree on a safeword now, on principle, even though I have no intention of pushing your boundaries. Is there one you particularly like?” He was just wasting time now because it was so fun to look down at her perfectly formed ass.

“I don’t know,” she said, as he expected. “I can’t think of one.” I know, but your ass is fucking beautiful to look at and it’s killing me, how you’re trembling over my lap.

“If you ever feel you can’t take any more in our future games, say the word ‘mercy.’ Okay? Loud or soft, and I’ll stop. Don’t forget.”

“Okay. Yes Sir, I won’t.” She sighed, tensing again. It was all he could do not to fling her down on the bed and have his way with her. Her ass was driving him to the brink of madness.

“And don’t use it unless you have to. Don’t play games with me, girl, or I’ll know.”

She looked back over her shoulder at him.

“Sir?”

“Yes, Kat?”

“Could you please get on with it before I piss myself from anxiety?”

Stifling a chuckle, he brought his hand down on her right cheek. She was silent until the fourth or fifth smack when she made a soft pleading sound. He ignored her, warming her up with firm, carefully placed smacks until her entire bottom was uniformly pink. She would bruise less this way, as much as he wanted to mark her. Later. Baby steps. He babied her, his novice subby, but the pleading sounds increased steadily in volume and he had to tighten his grip on her hands when she started to jerk and pull away.

“No. Be still and take it.”

“It hurts!”

“Yes, it does. This is a punishment spanking.” He stroked her crimson cheeks, letting her rest for just a bit. “I know it hurts, but I’m not trying to turn you on right now. I’m trying to teach you a lesson.”

Trying to teach her a lesson but enjoying the show in the meantime. She was kicking, yelping, moaning—and he enjoyed every moment of it. He wanted it to last, and for her part, he could practically hear her getting wetter with every word he spoke. The words were part of the game, the exchange, the turn-on. In fact, the words were the most important part. The mental aspect, the psychological backstory, the verbal exchange, it was the basis of the whole thing. He spanked her squirming, kicking form a little more, until he was afraid she’d either come or cry if he kept going, and then he released her.

She jumped away from him and backed against the wall. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears. He watched her to see what she’d do, what she’d say. She said nothing though, just stood and watched him. He stared at the beating pulse at her neck, her body so vitally beautiful to him. Maybe he saw a little adulation in her eyes warring with shame or fear. Whatever it was, it was gorgeous to look at, so he let her stand there a few moments and compose herself before he reached out his hand.

“Do you want to go home?” he asked her.

She looked at his cock again, still rock-hard, still jutting up against his belly. One-track mind, this one.

“I do have to go home. But maybe not just yet. Sir.”

She took the hand he offered. He pulled her back to him, smelled her sugary sensual scent. He pushed her down under him on the bed, turning her onto her stomach so he could see the deep red spank marks on her ass. He caressed the hot globes for long moments, squeezing them with his hands. He felt rich. He felt wistful. One thousand cranes for a wish. He reached for a condom and knelt between her legs, spreading her wide. She opened for him without resistance, making a small sound of anticipation. He leaned over her with one hand braced on either side of her head.

“You make me happy,” he murmured against the back of her neck. She shivered under him and he felt like shivering too. “You’re a good girl and I’m very pleased with you.”

She hid her face, biting her fist, unable or unwilling to say anything back. He moved into her slowly, inch by inch. She moaned and arched her hips back against him.

“I know, I know,” he whispered. “I know you’re turned-on. I’ll make you come.” She was alive beneath him, reacting to each touch, each stroke without inhibition. Her hands made fists beside her head, grasping at the covers. He pressed those hands into the bed, gripped them in his own and trapping her so she couldn’t escape. She came not long after that, rippling jerks and a gasp of