Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 75(@200wpm)___ 60(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 75(@200wpm)___ 60(@250wpm)___ 50(@300wpm)
“Oh, it burns… it burns,” she moaned. Every time she shifted or squeezed, she incited a fresh bloom of agony from the ginger root. That, combined with the pain of his seemingly endless spanking seemed more than she could bear. “Ben,” she whimpered. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’ll be a good girl,” she pleaded. “I’ll never lie again. Please don’t spank me, please don’t—”
“Shh.” The spanking stopped. Ben slid a finger between her legs, over her glossy slit.
“Please take it out,” she begged.
“No,” he said. “I’m going to fuck you with it in.”
Her pussy clenched, eager for any activity he wanted to give her.
His finger had found her clit, circling the sensitive nub.
She heard his zipper and spread her legs, arching her back.
He pushed the ginger in deeper, creating a fresh zing of torturous burn and gave her bottom several more smacks. “You may not come,” he said at the same time he stretched her wide with his thick cock.
“What?” she asked, confused.
“You heard me, little girl. You were naughty and are being punished. I don’t think you deserve to come tonight.”
She couldn’t believe it. Not coming would be an impossibility. She’d almost just come from him saying he was going to fuck her. And yet, disobeying him, tonight of all nights, seemed out of the question.
“Ben,” she whimpered. “Please… I need to come.”
He slid his cock in and out of her, shoving the ginger deeper with each in-stroke. The burning was unbearable and her need so great she thought she’d explode.
“No.”
He gripped her waist and picked up speed, pumping harder.
She surrendered, offering herself up to him, trying to forget about the pain and her mounting desperation to come.
Ben buried himself deep inside Ashley, his release pouring out. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, lifting her torso and nuzzling at her neck. He’d been a fool. Ashley had been right, as usual. A spanking did fix everything. Or at least it had brought them back together, to face their challenges as a couple, rather than two islands drifting apart.
He cupped her breasts in his hands, rolling his thumbs over her nipples.
She moaned wantonly.
He eased out of her and pulled the ginger finger from her ass. “Don’t get dressed,” he murmured in her ear. “I want you to serve me dinner just as you are.”
She turned in his arms, resting her hands on his chest and looking up at him shyly.
He bent to kiss her, claiming her mouth with great authority, sliding his tongue between her lips, showing her with action what he had trouble expressing.
When they broke apart, he saw her relief. She understood she’d been forgiven and that all was right between them. He stepped back to allow her passage. “Go on,” he said, giving her reddened ass a slap as she turned toward the kitchen.
He raised the temperature on the thermostat so she wouldn’t get cold prancing around their kitchen in the nude and settled in a chair to watch, his cock already forgetting its recent release.
Ashley’s hands slid over her swollen cheeks, circling and rubbing away the sting. He hoped he hadn’t spanked hard enough to leave marks. As reluctant as he’d been to begin with, once he started spanking, his emotions had cleared. Her willingness to accept his displeasure in that form eased all his discontent, leaving him in appreciation of her beautiful submission.
Now, as she dished salads onto their plates and pulled steaks and quinoa out of the oven, her eyes were bright with unspent desire, face still flushed. She darted glances at him under her lashes, sending a fresh shot of lust kicking through him every time.
“It’s ready,” she murmured, turning to face him.
He gave her a lazy grin and unfolded himself from the chair, walking to the table. “Gracias, mi amor.”
She set the plates down at their separate places, but before she could sit, he grasped her waist and tugged her down to sit on his lap. She flinched a little at the contact of her chafed bottom with his pants, but then snuggled in.
“You eat here tonight.”
“Okay,” she said, sounding pleased.
He picked up his knife and cut her a piece of steak, which had turned slightly dry from being reheated.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “It was better yesterday.”
He stabbed it with his fork and lifted it to her full lips. “It’s fine,” he reassured her. “And it was my own fault, so don’t apologize.”
She chewed, her hair falling forward to cover part of her face.
He brushed it away, watching her eat.
“I want to have your babies,” she said when she swallowed.
He suppressed a smile. “Too bad. You had your chance and you blew it.”
Her ocean-blue eyes studied his face. “I threw out the pills.”
He sobered, his chest growing heavy again over this conflict that never should have been an issue. “Ash… baby. I’m not asking you to have my pups. I thought you wanted them now and I ran with it. It turned me on to think about getting you pregnant. But I can wait—I never meant to pressure you.”