Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 107660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
“You’re doing so good, princess.”
I took my time, relishing her submission, soaking it in to fuel my dominance. While she sank lower and let go, I grew harder—finding my own comfort.
Pushing the limits, I struck where the curve of her ass met her thigh, just outside of the heat of her core. She stiffened, pulling her thighs together. I rubbed the spot until her tension eased. Then I struck again, sticking to the outside curves before progressing inward with soft and hard taps. Soon, her legs squeezed together for other reasons. She shifted her feet from side to side, using her thighs to create friction where she wanted it.
Despite my desperation to know how hot and wet she was, I kept the impacts close, but never directly over her pussy. When I returned my attention to her ass, I hit harder, knowing the vibration and growing warmth seeped to her core. Her whimpers grew louder, edging into moans. Her relaxed palms curled against the wood like she was searching for something to hold on to. Sweat beaded along her brow, and her cheeks grew flushed.
It didn’t take long before she lifted to her toes, arching her back, searching for the next strike. The closer she got, the more I focused my spanks around her core—the more I delivered one hit after another without pause.
Smack. Smack. Smack, smack, smack.
Her breathy moans stopped.
Her thighs clamped shut.
“That’s it, princess,” I encouraged, nearing the edge with her. “Just a little bit more.”
Smack, smack.
Her back arched tight.
Her hands clenched, wrinkling a stack of papers in her fists.
I held my breath.
Smack.
One.
Two.
Thr—
Her lips parted, releasing the most delicious cry of pleasure I’d ever heard. It reverberated around the room, stroking along my skin, bringing it to life. The husky groan sounded just like Aspen—stubbornly released after a hard fight to hold back and keep control. It made the sound that much more intense with each fading moan slipping to whimpers.
I coaxed her through it with soft taps, bringing her back to reality. All the while, holding back the urge to rip off her panties, unfasten my pants, and bury myself inside her. Goddamn, my cock pulsed with need, pushing against my slacks, desperate for release.
Not yet. I needed to focus. Coax her through the finale in the way she needed.
Aspen’s cries faded, and her body sank into the desk.
“You’re absolutely stunning. You come so well.”
I rubbed my palm along her rosy ass, soaking up the heat, taking the time to stroke the raised flesh in the shape of my fingers, burning the image into my memory. I’d seen my handprint on many asses, but I couldn’t remember a satisfaction sweeter than seeing it on hers.
“You did amazing, princess,” I praised. “I’m so proud of you.”
I massaged my other hand along her back, keeping the connection to help bring her down from the surge of adrenaline. I waited for a sign that she was ready to get up, thinking of the best way to offer aftercare that wouldn’t send her running.
Except, it didn’t matter.
Her muscles tensed, leaving me with no time to react. She shot upright and tugged her skirt back in place.
“Aspen—”
“Thank you,” she muttered, keeping her eyes adverted, never giving me a chance to read her mood.
I stood there—hard as a rock—flabbergasted into a statue, watching her walk out before I could react.
What the fuck?
The question dominated my mind as I replayed the last thirty seconds again and again.
What the fuck?
The trill of my phone jarred me from my stupor. Ignoring the call, I bolted out of my office to the elevator sliding closed. I considered going after her—taking the stairs to beat her to her office—but I didn’t know if she was going to her office or leaving. My mind swirled, replaying the moment, and eventually, I decided to let her go. Despite not understanding what the hell happened, it didn’t take a rocket scientist to realize she needed space. I just hated the thought of her processing everything alone.
Even experienced submissives struggled with the aftereffects of coming down from impact play. For someone as stubborn and inexperienced as Aspen, I knew it would be harder.
I stood, rooted between chasing her down and going back to my office.
In the end, I turned back.
Aspen was strong, and I could talk to her tomorrow, I reasoned.
And part of me feared that if I pressed too hard now, she’d pull back completely beyond my reach.
I would talk to her tomorrow, I promised. I’d give her this reprieve and be there tomorrow. With coffee and maybe some soothing cream. Maybe she’d even let me apply it for her, and we could start again.
Usually, I didn’t care one way or another if I had a repeat performance with a woman.
But with Aspen, something inside me craved it.
I just hoped she craved it, too.