“No, no, I didn’t mean the fake reason, the scene reason. What’s the real reason I’m spanking you?”
“Um—” This had to be some kind of trick question.
“I’m spanking you, really, because you have a gorgeous arse and I want to. I like spanking women. I like feeling how you react. I’m a dom and I like to inflict pleasure and pain. It’s that simple.”
“I see. Do I have to count them?”
“No. I’ll stop when I feel like it.”
And with that he began to swat me on the ass. At first the swats were light, and they hurt less than I expected them to, but as he went on and on with a steady rhythm my skin heated up and got more sensitive. That was when he started hitting harder. Soon I was squealing and kicking my legs on each smack. All he did was keep his other hand between my shoulder blades, keeping me in place.
And then he stopped. His hand went back to caressing my cheeks in a circle. I shuddered under the gentleness of that touch.
Then his hand slipped between my legs. “Wet. As I predicted.”
He slid one finger into me and I gasped at the sparks of pleasure shooting through my body.
He finger-fucked me a few times, then pulled his hand free. “It is absolutely maddening that I can’t fuck you. I’m sure Vanette knew it would be. Up. Go clean up a little and we’ll go to breakfast.”
In the hotel restaurant, Damon seemed moody and distracted as we sat near the wide windows overlooking the plaza in front of the train station. After a cup of strong coffee, though, he seemed to revive.
“So a spanking wasn’t actually better than coffee,” I teased.
“I meant for you, not me,” he said, but smiled. “I am not truly awake, or human, until I’ve had my first cup. Now. I have to rethink my plan for what to do with you today.”
“You do?”
“Yes. My plan revolved entirely around gradually wearing down your aversion to sexual pleasure. You pretty much threw that out the window within the first minute yesterday.” His hair was glossy black in the morning sun. We were sitting across the small table from each other. “So I need something else to challenge you with.”
“Like what?”
“You’re reasonably obedient when I insist on it, so I don’t think there’s much challenge there. I suppose I could put you through some tests of physical endurance, but they get boring for me, and I dislike being bored.” He yawned. “What’s your least favorite thing?”
Getting dumped in the middle of a party after the best sex of your life, I thought, but didn’t say. That’s my least favorite thing ever. “You mean like what toy did I like least?”
“Or activity.”
I had to think about that. I hadn’t really liked the Wartenberg wheel but I didn’t hate it. The paddle had been kind of fun. The riding crop hurt, but the way he used it was thrilling. Activity? Going out in public, wearing Ben Wa balls, those things were fine.
Oh, I knew what I was going to say. I glanced back to make sure a waiter wasn’t about to appear over my shoulder. “Once he made me go a whole week without an orgasm.”
Damon cocked his head. “Was that a very long time for you?”
“Well, he insisted on seeing me every day, and, you know, playing with me and bringing me to the edge, but not letting me come.”
“An entire week? Every day?”
“Sometimes more than once a day.”
“That is dedication to training,” he said with a nod. “So what was it you didn’t like?”
“The delayed gratification, I guess.”
“You don’t sound sure.”
“Well, I was still getting plenty of attention, and seeing a lot of him, and it was…It was very hot, in its way. It was just a long time. You asked what my least favorite thing was. That’s what it was.”
“Huh. Then it sounds like you liked what he did to you, no matter what he did.”
“I guess. Every time we tried something new, I liked it.” I wasn’t about to tell him about how I’d discovered the hard way that James was larger
“Um—” This had to be some kind of trick question.
“I’m spanking you, really, because you have a gorgeous arse and I want to. I like spanking women. I like feeling how you react. I’m a dom and I like to inflict pleasure and pain. It’s that simple.”
“I see. Do I have to count them?”
“No. I’ll stop when I feel like it.”
And with that he began to swat me on the ass. At first the swats were light, and they hurt less than I expected them to, but as he went on and on with a steady rhythm my skin heated up and got more sensitive. That was when he started hitting harder. Soon I was squealing and kicking my legs on each smack. All he did was keep his other hand between my shoulder blades, keeping me in place.
And then he stopped. His hand went back to caressing my cheeks in a circle. I shuddered under the gentleness of that touch.
Then his hand slipped between my legs. “Wet. As I predicted.”
He slid one finger into me and I gasped at the sparks of pleasure shooting through my body.
He finger-fucked me a few times, then pulled his hand free. “It is absolutely maddening that I can’t fuck you. I’m sure Vanette knew it would be. Up. Go clean up a little and we’ll go to breakfast.”
In the hotel restaurant, Damon seemed moody and distracted as we sat near the wide windows overlooking the plaza in front of the train station. After a cup of strong coffee, though, he seemed to revive.
“So a spanking wasn’t actually better than coffee,” I teased.
“I meant for you, not me,” he said, but smiled. “I am not truly awake, or human, until I’ve had my first cup. Now. I have to rethink my plan for what to do with you today.”
“You do?”
“Yes. My plan revolved entirely around gradually wearing down your aversion to sexual pleasure. You pretty much threw that out the window within the first minute yesterday.” His hair was glossy black in the morning sun. We were sitting across the small table from each other. “So I need something else to challenge you with.”
“Like what?”
“You’re reasonably obedient when I insist on it, so I don’t think there’s much challenge there. I suppose I could put you through some tests of physical endurance, but they get boring for me, and I dislike being bored.” He yawned. “What’s your least favorite thing?”
Getting dumped in the middle of a party after the best sex of your life, I thought, but didn’t say. That’s my least favorite thing ever. “You mean like what toy did I like least?”
“Or activity.”
I had to think about that. I hadn’t really liked the Wartenberg wheel but I didn’t hate it. The paddle had been kind of fun. The riding crop hurt, but the way he used it was thrilling. Activity? Going out in public, wearing Ben Wa balls, those things were fine.
Oh, I knew what I was going to say. I glanced back to make sure a waiter wasn’t about to appear over my shoulder. “Once he made me go a whole week without an orgasm.”
Damon cocked his head. “Was that a very long time for you?”
“Well, he insisted on seeing me every day, and, you know, playing with me and bringing me to the edge, but not letting me come.”
“An entire week? Every day?”
“Sometimes more than once a day.”
“That is dedication to training,” he said with a nod. “So what was it you didn’t like?”
“The delayed gratification, I guess.”
“You don’t sound sure.”
“Well, I was still getting plenty of attention, and seeing a lot of him, and it was…It was very hot, in its way. It was just a long time. You asked what my least favorite thing was. That’s what it was.”
“Huh. Then it sounds like you liked what he did to you, no matter what he did.”
“I guess. Every time we tried something new, I liked it.” I wasn’t about to tell him about how I’d discovered the hard way that James was larger
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