well, and then her bra while she stood docilely in front of him. “It’ll be hard, and rough. Tell me now if you don’t want it.” He didn’t know how he’d let her go, but even if it killed him, he’d find some way to allow her to walk out the door. He’d find some way to bury this part of him deep inside.
She said nothing, though her brown eyes behind the mask were more than eloquent, conveying a need and a desire he couldn’t mistake. She unsnapped her jeans, shimmied them down her legs, dropping her panties with them as well.
“Your safe word is mountain. Say it and everything stops.” They’d had no need for safe words before, had never engaged in anything which might lead to confusion as to whether she wanted it or not.
He waited until she nodded before spinning her around so her back was facing him. With a quick jerk, he pushed her mask up until it covered only the top half of her face, leaving her nose and mouth free. She breathed in fast little pants once she was essentially blindfolded. “Can you see?”
She gave a shake of her head.
“Good.” Taylor led her over to a waist-high worktable near the wall and pressed on her back to lower her over it so her ass stuck out toward him. For someone so tiny, her ass was a round handful that always delighted him. He pressed his palm to her cheek and squeezed it roughly, loving the way the resilient flesh gave way under his palm. When he released her, he could see the imprint of his hand there fading into her skin.
He stared at that imprint until it was long gone, stroking over the rest of her flesh. The fine tremors running through her body, the loss of control she was experiencing the longer he waited, ironically made him gain more control, made him more determined to teach her a lesson.
In…what, he wasn’t quite sure.
“You’ve been teasing me, Ana.” He ran his finger up her fragile spine, making her shiver. “Hitting me with snowballs, making me chase you through the woods. You knew what would happen when you did it, didn’t you?” His voice sounded lower to his own ears, like a stranger’s.
“No.”
His hand pulled back and swung forward. A part of his brain, the sane, rational part that didn’t understand why he was doing this, watched in horrific fascination, as if he were doing this in slow motion. The slap resonated through the room. “You’re lying to me.”
Stopthisstopthisstopthisstopthis…
“No!”
The shocked voice inside him grew dimmer when he popped her a second time. “I think you did know.”
“Please.”
“Please what?” Don’t say mountain, don’t say mountain…
“Please…don’t make me wait. I was teasing you. I did know.”
If someone had goosed him with an electrical current, he couldn’t have been more shocked by Ana’s husky plea. God. She wanted this. She really wanted this.
So give it to her.
A smile spread across his face. Yeah, he’d give it to her. “Whatever you want.”
Chapter Six
Ana hadn’t realized just how kinky her secret desires could get until she was blindfolded, bent naked over a cold metal worktable and begging to be spanked by her husband.
Masturbating and teasing her husband in a car? Please. Vanilla.
Giving him a blowjob while they watched a porno together? Only mildly naughty.
But this…this was pretty out there.
She wasn’t even all that sure what she had gotten into. But it had felt so good, that first little burst of pain when Taylor had swatted her, all of the sensations increased thanks to her loss of sight. It could only get better.
And more importantly, she trusted Taylor. Trusted him with her life and safety, and trusted him to stop if she uttered the safe word.
He slapped her ass again, harder, and she gasped, her stiff nipples rubbing against the chilled metal of the table. His blows fell on both cheeks at a speed he constantly varied. It got to the point that she was waiting with bated breath for the next blow to fall.
But then they stopped.
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