He smacks my other ass cheek.
“Seven.”
Then the other.
“Eight.”
The sting is building, burning.
“Nine.”
I bite my lip as I wait for the next one. When he spanks me, my ass burns.
“Ten.”
I release my breath, thinking the worst part is over.
“Color, trouble?”
“Green.”
He runs his hand over my warm ass cheek and I hiss at the pain. He chuckles low.
“Five more orgasms.” He grips my sore ass cheeks and pain pulses from his touch.
“Ow,” I whimper.
“Stand.”
When I stand and turn to face him, he just shakes his head. Yeah, I’m not really following orders well. Maybe the anticipating his orders is too much, but I like that little rumbly growl he lets out with his orders when he’s frustrated with me.
“Hands and knees on the bed.” Mmm, growly. Yes, sir.
Okay, this I can get behind. I climb onto the bed.
“Head down, ass up.”
I put my head down on the bed and wait. He sits next to me and drapes his arm around my waist.
“You’re going to be hard to train, trouble.” His hand skims over the sensitive skin of my ass. For a second, I worry I’ll be too much for him. But I spent years waiting for Wyatt to finally notice me. I was done waiting and now I have him.
Kind of.
His arm tightens around me, holding me in place.
“Count them, trouble.” His fingers glide over my pussy and for a moment, I think he’s going to do the slow and teasing way. I almost sigh.
Instead, he sinks his fingers into my pussy. I gasp.
“Pain?” He pulls out and pushes them back in. Fuck, that feels good.
“No, sir.”
The hand wrapped around me circles my clit as he thrusts his fingers in and out. My breathing increases as his strokes escalate until I shatter on a cry. The orgasm trembles through my whole body.
“One, sir.”
He doesn’t pause but keeps working me. I don’t even come down before I’m pushed over the edge again. My toes curl as I release all over his fingers.