“Yes.” My voice was becoming more husky with need. I wasn’t just agreeing with his wishes anymore. They were becoming mine as well.
“I need to do this, Ana.” His voice sounded tense with desire, a deep growl in his chest. “Are you ready for your punishment?” He took his hands off of me. I trembled there before him, naked, palms against the cold marble, ass tilted up for his pleasure.
“Yes.”
Smack, with a firm, loud crack the palm of his hand landed strong across my soft ass cheek. I cried out in pain and surprise. But before I had time to recover, his hand came down again, landing hard on my other buttock.
“Ash!” I cried out, stimulated to the point of not knowing what I was feeling, my pussy throbbing but my ass stinging with pain.
Smack, his hand came down again, strong, firm and loud on my ass. His hand felt so huge, so strong and dominant. Thoughts drained from my mind as his hand came down again, assaulting my ass, hard and hot and firm. The throb in my sex grew, wet heat spreading deep inside.
He tilted my hips and ass up again. “Like that!” he commanded, and I strained to hold my position as he spanked me again, hard. It burned but I felt the heat all over, spreading across my flanks down into my sex. Each smack seemed to get me directly on my clit, leaving me breathless for more.
“Down more.” He commanded, pressing a hand in the center of my upper back. I complied, resting my chest down on the smooth, cold surface. It was a shock to my system, pressing my naked, sensitive breasts down on it. With his hand on my back, I felt so commanded, so owned. I squirmed a little against the counter, feeling the submission in my core. It made me quiver.
“Hands still.” He growled. I realized I’d been sneaking my hands back along the counter, subconsciously working them toward my pussy. I needed to touch myself. I knew it would feel so good. I’d be so slick and swollen. I could almost feel it, the pressure I could apply exactly where I needed it. I’d let him watch.
But, no, what he wanted right now was submission. So like a good girl, instead of the very naughty girl I felt like I was deep down, I put my palms back in front of my head, away from my clit. I pressed my tits down into the cold marble and arched up my ass, awaiting his hand. I wanted to hump the counter, mash my swollen clit against it, anything to get some relief. My flesh still stung from the smack of his hand, and I knew it had to be red.
He stood at my rear, his hands lightly caressing the outer edges of my thighs. In a deep, husky voice that told me exactly how much he liked the sight, he said, “You look so fucking good like this, Ana. Your skin is so sensitive. You’re so pink. Right here.” With a light hand, he brushed against the swell of my buttocks. I bit back a moan, it felt so feather-light-crazy good. My nipples ached.
“I need to check and see how you’re enjoying your spanking, Ana. Spread for me and show me.”
Swallowing, I spread my thighs wider for Ash. A wave of embarrassment and near-humiliation flowed through me, but left almost as fast as it arrived, replaced by the stronger, more urgent need to show my man what he did to me. How hot he made me.
Ash’s long, strong fingers swept up my inner thigh and found my aching, dripping slit. With a deep hiss, he drew his fingers along my wet pussy, sliding, spreading my slick juices along my folds. “You like your spanking, don’t you?” he whispered in my ear.
There in the snowstorm, him whispering in my ear, my eyes closed, I could be honest. I could tell him the truth.
“Yes,” I whispered to him.
“Tell me, baby.” He stroked me so good, I arched into his hand.
“I love my spanking,” I moaned, wanting more.
“You want more?” he asked, his hands still on me, gentle. Too gentle. I nodded, need coursing through me so thick and hot it was hard to talk.
“You need more?” he asked, in a deep, wicked voice. He knew me. He knew exactly what I craved.
“I need more.” The words tore from my chest, ripped out of me. It felt so wrong to want it, but it felt so right to tell Ash. He made it right. We were right together.
Firmly, up at my head, he fisted my long hair in his hand holding me still. Then his other hand came down, firm and hard on my quivering ass. So exposed, so raw. A cry came out of my mouth and my eyes rolled back in my head. This was next-level. I couldn’t think, couldn’t form words. I let myself go.
“That’s it, surrender. Give yourself over to it. But don’t come, Anika. I’m going to bring you close, so close, but you may not come. Do you understand?”
I moaned as he stroked me, along the swell of my ass. But I craved something more. I needed the pain his hand could bring, followed by the pleasure.
Smack, his hand came down full on the swell of my ass. I gasped, feeling it deep in my clit. “I gave you a command, Ana. You may not come until I tell you. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I groaned, ready to do anything he told me, so eager for more. Satisfied I would obey, he began spanking me again. Each swat landed exactly where I needed it, sometimes playful along my inner thigh, sometimes landing partially right on my pussy. Sometimes he even smacked my clit and the wet, squelching sound he made with the contact mingled with our pants, moans and groans. Then he’d whack me full and square right on the swell of my soft ass cheek and I’d feel myself so close to coming, so close my fingers dug into the marble.
Groans tore from me, deep and guttural. It didn’t even sound like me, it seemed like it was coming from another place as I slipped completely into erotic pleasure, no thought, just the feel of him, him owning my pleasure.
‘That’s it, Ana,” he praised me. “Submit to me. No one will know. It’s just you and me here. Show me how much you need this.”
I pressed my palms down, stretched my legs out and arched up my ass for his access. With a series of fast, hard, furious spanks he attacked my clit. My breathing grew just as fast and ragged. I didn’t know how I could hold on much longer without coming. I needed to come. I could feel it building with each sharp smack against my swollen, slick nub.
Suddenly, he flipped me over. I lay there, stunned on the cold marble. He brought his hands underneath me and pulled me farther along on the countertop until my stinging, hot ass rested on the cool surface. He brought my feet up to the countertop, too.
“Yes.” He brought his hands to my thighs and spread me wide, his face only a foot above my wet, swollen pussy. “Look at you. Fuck, Ana.” The lustful craving in his voice brought me even higher and I whined in frustration. I bucked my hips off the marble, wanting to bring my pussy to his lips. He could suck me, lick me. I’d come so hard for him so quick.
“You need to come, don’t you, Anika?” He spoke so close to my pussy I could feel his breath. He blew slightly on my throbbing, slick clit and my mouth opened in yearning.
“Uh!” I groaned, unable to speak.
“Spread your legs wide for me baby.”
Oh, I’d do anything for him if he’d end this agony. I spread my thighs so wide, stretched myself wide for him.
“That’s it,” he praised me. “Now I’m going to hold your legs here. And I want you to touch yourself. But don’t come. Not until I tell you.”
Part of me wanted to whip my hand right down to my pussy and work it so hard. He had to let me come, he had to see I couldn’t take it anymore. But modesty, the slightest shred of it I still possessed, held me back. I’d touched myself in the car for him, but that was in the dark, speeding along a highway. Here, I was so completely exposed. He literally had me spread open up on a counter under bright kitchen lights.
His spanking had gotten me so wet I could feel my juices dripping out of me, down the crack of my ass. He had to be able to see. Burning with humiliation and shame, I squirmed under his scrutiny.
“Look at me, Ana.” Ash grasped the back of my head. I opened my eyes and looked into his dark gaze, ardent and fixed on me with every breath. “Never feel ashamed with me. I want to know you. I want to know all of you.” He looked deeply into my eyes. “
I want to give you everything I have. But you have to give me everything you have to give. Don’t hold anything back, Ana. Show me everything.”
Still watching him, I slowly reached my hand down. I wanted to show him everything. I wanted him to know everything about me, everything stripped away, no defenses, completely vulnerable. His gaze traveled down with my hand and he watched, intent, as I began a tentative touch to my quivering mound.
“Show me,” he asked, thick with need.
How could I deny him? Especially when that was all my body wanted. I sighed as my fingers quickly found my swollen bud, so slick, throbbing. I closed my eyes, Ash’s large hands forcing my thighs apart, knowing he was watching my every move. I’d never felt so owned, so possessed.
“That’s so good, Ana,” Ash spoke, his fingers gripping my inner thighs. I could feel more juice on my fingers, his words of praise coaxing more from me. I wanted to please him. Slowly, I brought my fingers up to my clit, circling, pressing, then plunged a finger up inside of me, slick and wet. Leisurely, I started finger-fucking myself, bringing my hips up with my own thrusts, keeping my thumb on my clit. I wanted him to see how crazy he made me.
“Grab your tit.” His voice sounded so much harsher now, so much rougher than when he’d been reassuring me. It made me even wetter. I brought my other hand up to my aching breast and grabbed it, rough like I knew he wanted me to do it. My nipple pointed up in a firm, aching point. I could hear his breathing, his panting, knew his eyes were feasting on me.
“Now you know you don’t get to come until I tell you. You come for me. On my command. Not before. Do you understand?”