“How long will it last?” he asks.
“The ecstasy?” I ask, gulping down the water. “A couple hours. Why?”
He stabs his fingers through his dark hair. “I’m taking advantage. It’s wrong.”
Aw. How sweet. Grumpy bear does have a hero complex. I totally called it. But he’s also dommy. A perfect combination. Except now I’m going to have to talk him into continuing.
“Don’t worry. It’s not like alcohol,” I say. “It’s more like heightened sensations, not lowered inhibitions.”
He glowers at me with brows drawn. Grumpy hero bear.
I’m in love. With him. With this moment. This experience.
He takes the empty glass from my hand and sets it down then squats in front of me, pushing my knees wide. “So how did you want to be put to bed?”
Oh damn. He’s so sexy. Sinfully sexy. He runs his hands up the outsides of my thighs, sliding them under my skirt. His thumbs trace light circles at my inner thighs, close to the edge of my panties.
I open my mouth to say it, but no words come out.
I’m a bold girl. My dad calls me spoiled.
I’m not afraid of much of anything. But this is embarrassing. And I might hate the result.
Adrian stops advancing when I don’t speak, raising his brows in that authoritative manner he has. “Tell me, malysh.”
The word is close enough to the Ukranian that I can guess at its meaning–baby. Not kid this time.
I melt a little. Or maybe those are my panties catching fire.
“W-with a little…spanking?” I have to force the last word across my lips. It’s embarrassing as hell, but he doesn’t laugh.
He also doesn’t seem surprised. “You were a bad girl.”
A laugh bursts out of me, relief and pleasure that he’s running with this. I’m also terrified. I’ve never gotten a guy to give me more than a couple slaps. What if it hurts too much, and I hate it?
He tips his head toward the middle of the bed. “Hands and knees.”
Oh God! Oh goodie! Wait…am I doing this? My heart flops around erratically in my chest.
I’m totally doing this. I crawl onto the comfortable bed on my hands and knees and look over my shoulder at him.
“I’ll go slow. You say stop if you need me to, yes?”
More love pours into my heart. Gratitude. Joy. This guy is so perfect.
“Okay.”
He lifts my short, pleated skirt and lays it on my back. “I like your panties.”
I crane my head to look over my shoulder to see if he’s making fun of me. “They go with the outfit,” I say defensively.
Instead of sexy panties–lace or satin or a minuscule thong–I’m wearing chaste white practical panties. Because I’m supposed to be an innocent schoolgirl.
“Oh, I get that.” He gives my ass a smack, and I yelp.
Wow. Ouch. Yep, heightened sensations mean it hurts way more.
He grips the place he smacked and squeezes then releases the flesh and rubs. “It’s cute.” He slaps the back of my thigh, underneath the panties. I yelp even louder.
“Quiet, Kateryna, or I will have to gag you. I don’t want the neighbors hearing.”
“If you gag me, how will you hear me say stop?”
“I wouldn’t. A good reason for you to obey, then, isn’t it?” He smacks my other cheek.
“Ow! Not so hard.”
He hooks his thumbs under the waistband of my panties and tugs them down my thighs.
I stiffen, expecting another smack, but he strokes my ass, trailing his roughened palm lightly across my skin. After a moment, I relax. My skin tingles in the three places he’s slapped me, and it’s starting to heat and burn a little. His light touch only makes me hungry for the harsher treatment again.
He strokes along the inside of one cheek, following it up to the cleft of my ass then sliding down the center between my legs. He gives my pussy a few light slaps. Heat explodes in my core. I suddenly want more. I chase his fingers, pushing my hips back.
He rubs between my legs with bold, firm strokes.
I moan loudly to show my appreciation.
“Quiet, Kateryna.”
I love the way he uses my full name like I’m in trouble. It’s so hot.
He gives my pussy another slap.
This time I make a plaintive sound. I reach between my legs to stroke myself.
“You rub, malysh. I’ll spank.”
“Wait–”
He slaps my bare ass, but it’s a good one. Slappy and firm without making me yelp.
“Mmm,” I moan, rubbing the pad of my index finger through my juices. I don’t usually get that wet, but apparently, all I was missing before was a hot dommy man slapping my ass. Everything feels so wet and swollen down there, I don’t even recognize my own anatomy.
True to his word, Adrian goes slowly. He slaps one side, rubs. Slaps the other. Repeats. It’s a perfect pace for my attention-wandering mind and the intensity is just right for my overly sensitive state, too.
Now, if I could just come. I change hands when my arm gets tired of holding me up. Adrian pushes my torso down so my chest is on the bed and my ass still in the air, which is actually easier. The change was needed, too, because I was beginning to space out.
He picks up speed with the spanking. My whole ass is warm now, so the slaps don’t feel so intense when they fall. It all feels wonderful. I love it. But I still can’t seem to make myself come, as much as I want to.
“I’m sorry,” I croak after a few minutes. Or maybe an hour. I don’t know–time is weird right now. “I can’t come.”
“Maybe you won’t,” Adrian says, like it doesn’t matter. “Does it feel good?”
“Yes.”