He blew across my stinging right butt cheek and crooned, “You are not a good girl, are you?”
I wasn’t sure if I should answer but just as I opened my mouth, his hand came whipping down on the other side of my ass. This time I cried out.
“No, I know you are not.” Another delicious wave of cool air wafted across my aching skin and sent tingles shooting straight down to my sex.
Again, his hand went swinging down on me releasing endorphins and sweet edged pain. I gasped into the sheet and moaned.
“A nice girl doesn’t get turned on by a spanking,” he scolded, his fingers dipping into the pool of desire beneath my burning bottom.
He dragged one knuckle down over my clit and I jerked in my bounds at the roar of pleasure it released. With one hand still on my center, he spanked me again, pushing me further into an unfamiliar basin of shimmering pleasure. My fingernails dug into the thin skin of my ankles as I tried to find the ground beneath my floating body but the sharp little pain only elevated me further.
“How many do you think you deserve? Ten, twenty? Your ass is already a beautiful shade of pink.”
I groaned, desperate for him to go on but incoherent with pleasure. My brain was too busy trying to synthesis the waves of desire pounding down on me to form actual words.
Two fingers sank into my heat at the same time that his other hand landed.
“Ahhh!” I screamed.
My entire body was coiled so tightly that there didn’t seem to be any space between my skin and bones, my blood and muscles. I was reduced to quaking flesh, an organism entirely dependent on pleasure to survive.
“Sinclair.”
“You may not orgasm.”
“Ugh!”
“Silence,” he ordered in French. “Si tu restes juste comme ca, je te donnerai quoi tu veux.”
If you stay just like this, he said, I will give you what you want.
I gritted my teeth.
Two slaps landed in quick succession.
“You took me in your mouth without permission.”
Slap.
“Splayed your naked body on a public beach for my pleasure.”
Slap.
“You begged me to dominate you, to take your pleasure and make it all mine.”
Slap, slap.
I was panting heavily now, like a feral animal and my wetness was coating the inside of my thighs, pooling on the silk sheets.
He paused for a long beat, his fingers still inside me and his thumb poised just over my clit.
“You seduced a taken man.”
My racing heart tripped over itself and I lost my breath completely. Shame swirled with my desire until they formed something new, something brighter and more powerful. It built up in my pulsing body until my tongue throbbed with my confession.
“Yes,” I groaned. “I did.”
“Good girl,” he crooned.