Summer
I’m not sure I agree with Carlo that I want a punishment, but I definitely want whatever he’s offering.
So he must be right. I called him because I want him to be my knight in shining armor. And yeah, some part of me must have hoped he would punish me. I squirm and wriggle over his lap, struggling to absorb his steady slaps without a fuss and becoming aware of his growing erection prodding my hip.
My own lady parts have been slippery wet since the moment he pulled up my dress and bared my ass. Actually, since the car ride, when he made it clear he’d be spanking me again. Carlo’s dominance makes him all the more attractive in my eyes. What did he say he would do if I slapped him again? Put a plug in my ass and stand me in the corner?
Um, wow. I masturbated to that dirty thought this morning.
Heat builds on the surface of my ass as he continues to spank me. I’m not even sure what the spanking is for. “Bad decisions,” he says.
“Surrender, Summer.”
One word. It sends a shiver up my spine, flips my belly like a pancake and makes my pussy leak moisture.
I want to obey him. But how does one surrender to a spanking? I bury my face in the sofa and bite the cushion, willing my butt cheeks to unclench.
“Good girl.”
His words made my insides slithery and warm.
I force myself to remain still. And find it impossible. Every time his palm connects with my ass, every muscle in my body tightens up. Still, I try to minimize my squirms.
“That’s it, Summer. Surrender.”
His words make me dizzy. My clit throbs. One brush, and I reach orgasm.
I spread my thighs a little, inviting him to touch me there.
It turns out to be a winning strategy.
“That’s it.” Carlos stops spanking and kneads my ass and thighs, his touch commanding and possessive.
I lift my ass. Please touch my lady bits. Please.
He grips my ass cheek then swipes his fingers between my legs.
Yep. Just one brush. My thighs clamp closed and ripples of release rock through me.
His fingers fist in my hair, and he pulls my head up. “Did I say you could come, principessa?”
Another wave of orgasm makes me buck. I choke on a gasp.
“Did I?”
My eyes can’t seem to focus. “N-no.”
He lowers my head, massaging away the sting of my scalp. “No, I didn’t.” His silky voice enters my body, rich and warm. “Next time you’ll ask permission first. Capisce, bambi?”
God, that accent. The caress and heat of his fingers makes me purr. My pussy contracts again. “Yes, sir.”
He caresses my heated ass. “I like it when you call me sir.”
I lift it up. Despite my orgasm, I still ache for more, my pussy slick and swollen, clit needy for more of his touch.
“Summer.” He sounds choked. He slaps my ass. It’s a lighter slap, not so punitive as before, but still stingy on my already raw flesh.
I arch my ass back. “More.”
“Oh God,” he groans.
He starts spanking me again, a quick flurry of spanks that make me grind against him, desperate for everything he has to give. The stinging reverberates when he stops and drags a digit down the crack of my ass. His thumb meets my back pucker at the same moment two fingers plunge inside me.
My body jack-knifes up, back bowed, head lifted to emit a guttural cry.
“Do I need to punish you back here, babygirl?” He massages my little rosette with circles as his fingers continue to plunge in and out of my pussy.
My brain scrambles, and I become incapable of answering his question. I both want it and don’t want it at the same time. Abruptly, the room swoops as Carlo helps me to my feet, cradling the backs of my thighs in his large hands. He squeezes them possessively. His eyes are heavy-lidded and dark, hungry.
I can’t even comprehend how we arrived at this territory, this burning heat between us, this new game. Two punishments, I suppose. If I knew all it took was a couple screw-ups to induce Carlo into showering his dominant masculine attention on me, I would have misbehaved long ago.
He wraps his arm around my waist and draws me even closer between his knees. One thumb comes to my trimmed pussy, and he lightly strokes my outer lips, which glisten with dew.
My legs tremble, threatening to buckle. How can he do this to me while I stand? My head swims.
His thumb finds my clit, and I buck at the contact, electricity shooting down my inner thighs. Carlo holds me firmly in place, torturing me with a slow circling rhythm that leaves me panting.
“Carlo-” Moisture dribbles onto my thighs.
“Spread your legs.”
I whimper.
He removes all contact with me, leaving me bereft.
I ease my feet apart.
“Hands on your head.”
My clit throbs, my nipples ache, desperate for his touch. I interlace my fingers and place them on the top of my head.
He nudges me to step back and stands. “If you move from this position, I will take off my belt and spank you until you scream. Capisce?” He speaks the last word as a low, suggestive rumble in my ear, having moved around me.
I shiver.
He slaps my ass. “Answer me.”
“Yes, sir. I mean, no, sir, I won’t move.”
He squeezes the offended cheek. “Good girl.”
I glow at the praise.
I listen to the sound of his footsteps retreating, straining to hear his movements, but not daring to turn my head and watch. He’s way too far away. I need him closer, need those hot hands on my body again.
He returns and brushes a hand over my ass, trailing it down my thigh. “You’re being a very good girl, Summer,” he rumbles.
Foolish pride makes my head swim.
He circles me and resumes his position on the couch. In his hand, he holds a bottle of olive oil. Patting his knees, he flicks his eyebrows.
Heat spikes in my core, floods down my legs to curl my toes. I fold myself back over his lap, offering my ass back up to him. I hear the scrape of metal as the bottle’s lid comes off and the trickle of oil slides down my crack.
“Carlo?” Panic begins to set in.
“Shh, bambina. I won’t hurt you.” He returns to massaging my anus, working the oil into the ring of muscles, then applying slight pressure. “When you’ve been naughty, doll, your ass gets punished on the inside and out.”
O. M. G.
“Um…” My whimper sounds wanton.
“Open for me.” His voice deepens with the command.
But my body doesn’t know how to open for him. Everything tightens to resist the intrusion.
“Exhale, Summer, and take me.”
I blow out my breath, and my sphincter relaxes, allowing-oh God-his thumb to enter.
I moan, the degradation of being taken in this way, as a further punishment, equally hot and embarrassing. I love it. The humiliation makes my pussy weep and my body open to him.
He strokes two fingers along my slit, bringing me to the edge of another orgasm with just one swipe.
“Please, Carlo…” Every muscle trembles now, every cell seems to be on the verge of combustion.
He pushes his thumb deep into my ass, then shoves two fingers in my pussy as he withdraws his thumb. Rocking back and forth, he plunges in and out of each hole in opposition. The sensations overwhelm me, make me delirious with need. I rub my face on his sofa cushions, my toes curling and uncurling as the inevitable explosion nears.
“Ask me for it.”
“Please, Carlo, please…” What does he want me to do? Oh yes… “Please let me come, please may I-”
“Come for me, Summer.” He buries his fingers in both holes and stays there as I contract around them, coming harder than I’ve ever come in my life.
And I suspect I’ve only brushed the surface of the places Carlo might take me.