“No?” he asked, cocking his head to the side.
“Oh no.” I shook my head.
“Stand up.” Now he looked a little pissed. Shaking slightly with anticipation, I did as he told me. “Now drop it.”
I let my hands fall to the side, letting the blanket ease down off my shoulders. It fell to a pool at my feet, exposing all of me.
Ash walked toward me, stopping a few feet away. He circled me in the kitchen, surveying my nudity from all angles. I felt like I was being stalked, vulnerable, and I trembled. He could take a teasing moment and turn it into tension in the blink of an eye. He had a wild look in his eyes.
Standing in front of me, he cupped my chin in his hand. “You like to tease me,” he said, looking into my eyes.
“Yes,” I agreed, breathless.
“But that’s naughty.” I don’t know why my breath caught at the word naughty, but it did. It seemed so taboo. “Do you know what happens to naughty girls?”
“No.” My eyes widened. What was he going to say?
“They get spanked.”
“What?” Now my eyes grew really wide.
“You heard me.” He stepped forward, and I suddenly felt very aware of how much bigger he was than me, and how very naked I was standing there in the kitchen. I looked around, as if thinking of making a break for it.
“Where are you going to go?” he asked me, one hand upturned. “It’s still snowing outside. No sign of letting up.” He took another step closer. “You’re trapped here. With me. And I’m going to make sure you get the sound spanking you need.”
“Ash!” I brought my hands to my arms, crossing them across my chest. “I’m not sure—”
“Have you ever been spanked, Anika?” Ash brought a hand to my shoulder, touching me gently. His voice took on a more calming tone.
“No.” I bit my lip. This whole conversation was a first.
“I’d very much like to spank you.” He caressed my shoulder and though I didn’t understand why, my entire body responded to his words, trembling.
“Why?” I whispered.
“Do you trust me?” Ash asked. I looked up into his eyes. Dark and inviting, I realized that I did. Completely. I nodded. “Then let me show you how it feels.”
Still reluctant, I looked down. “I’m not sure, it sounds…”
“Don’t think, Ana,” Ash whispered in my ear, his body coming around behind me. His hands smoothed over my shoulders, up along my upper back, sending shivers along my skin. “Don’t think, just feel.”
It did feel good to let go, let the sensations take over. My mind was always going and it felt so good to let it simply smooth out and release. With a deep sigh, I turned myself over to his strong, capable hands.
“That’s it.” Ash could sense my acquiescence, my agreement to give myself to him. “That’s good, Ana. Now come over here.” He took my hand and led me over to the kitchen counter. It was marble, white with swirls of grey. “Place your hands on it.”
I did, palms down. Then he brought his hands to my hips and walked me out so I was outstretched, bent at the waist, flat back.
“Now spread your legs, baby.” He helped me inch my feet open, keeping me in position. “Nice, like that.” He stroked my lower back, keeping me bent down. “Good.” His hands traveled down my hips, my thighs, up to my buttocks. He tilted me more to his liking, ass up in the air, hips angled just right to offer myself up to him. I felt so exposed and my body tingled with tension, desire, anticipation.
“You look so good like this, Ana. So ripe.” I sighed with his praise, loving that I pleased him. I wanted to turn him on as much as he did me. His hands roamed my skin, still so gentle yet possessive, claiming me as he stroked.
“Now, you know this is going to hurt some, Ana. But you need to trust me. I know you need to take your punishment.” His words frightened me and my hands clutched at the marble. But more than that, I felt tension coil deep in my core. I started to wonder why that would be, but I stopped myself. It wasn’t time to think and reason, it was time to feel.
“Can you trust me enough to put yourself in my hands?” he asked.
“Yes,” I replied instantly, knowing it was true with every inch of my body.
“You need to submit to me, give yourself over completely. Can you do that?” His hands stroked and teased, caressing my buttocks, then my inner thighs.
“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 wa
nted 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.