But it wasn’t until he pulled me away from the wall and manhandled me so that I was bent over a nearby sawhorse that my blood really got pumping.
He leaned over my back and whispered in my ear, breath hot against the wisps of hair escaping my ponytail, “You’ll want to hold on. I don’t know that I can take it easy on you. Your safeword is red. Tell me your safeword.”
“Red,” I gasped out, my eyes wide as saucers. I was glad I was faced away from him. I didn’t want him to see the excited shock on my face at the way he was— I’d never had any man be like this with me. And I’d had no clue that I’d respond like this. I was immediately wet. Drenched, in fact.
“Now don’t say it again unless you mean it,” he said, his voice low and growly.
I nodded.
“Out loud.”
“Yes. I mean I won’t. Not unless I mean it.”
“Good girl,” he growled, and the tone of his voice echoed throughout my body, like I could feel the vibrations of it in my sex.
I wiggled my ass against him and he laughed, low.
“Always pushing the boundaries, aren’t you, little brat?”
I looked over my shoulder at him. “Maybe I just want to get fucked and you’re stalling.”
He’d lifted back to standing and he kicked my feet to open wider as I stayed sprawled over the sawhorse. I had to grab onto the wooden legs for balance and that made him smile. I barely just bit back a curse, and that was because I saw him slowly, ever so slowly sliding his belt out of its straps.
“W-what are you going to do with that?” I asked. I couldn’t tell if I was scared or excited. I was suddenly feeling a thousand things at once. One thing was for damn sure—I felt alive. More alive than I’d felt in… well, a long time. I bit my bottom lip against the anticipation.
“Good girls wait and see. Bad girls are impatient.”
He dragged down my jeans in one motion, panties with them, exposing my bare bottom.
“Well, isn’t that a pretty little ass. But I can make it prettier.”
And he smacked me with his bare palm, upward from underneath my right ass cheek, so that it wobbled and jiggled obscenely. And then he did the same to the other cheek.
Oh my God. I felt mortified. I had never had my bits jiggled so remorselessly. Even more appalling?
How motherfucking amazing it felt.
I wanted him to do it again. And again.
I’d always thought of ass slapping as degrading. I didn’t realize it could actually feel… so damn erogenous.
But Jeremiah, damn him, he missed nothing. “You liked that, didn’t you?”
I kept my face down, hidden, trying to keep some of my dignity, but he just leaned over my back so he had access to my face. He nipped at my ear, then my jaw. “Tell the truth,” he breathed.
I squeezed my eyes shut but admitted, “Yes. Please. It felt so good.”
“Good girl.”
He pulled back and then smacked me again, the same way. It smarted a little more since the flesh was sensitive, but he was on a roll now. He kept smacking me—spanking me.
Oh my God, he was spanking me.
And all I could do was bend over further and wiggle my ass toward him, begging for more of his touch.
Especially when in between spanking me, he’d caress my ass and reach a hand down in between my legs, teasing his strong fingers along the rim of my slick sex. He’d tease, tease, tease a little more, a little closer to where I needed him…
And then he’d pull back and wallop me again.
Until I was whining with the need to come. And eventually begging.
“Please, Jer, please fuck me. Come on, you’re torturing me. I just need to come. Please just let me come.” I twisted on my feet as his fingertips ran up and down my no-doubt pink ass.
“You think you deserve my cock now?”
“Yes,” I said. “I deserve it. You deserve it.”
He huffed out a laugh. “That’s certainly fucking true.” He breathed out heavily. “But first you learn who’s in charge here. And that’s me. You, on the other hand, still need to learn who’s your Master. So will you take the bit?”
“The bi—?” I started, but then he held up his belt, loosely looped. As I watched on, he dipped it over my head and then, when I didn’t struggle or say no, he demanded, “Open.” I opened my mouth and he fit the leather in between my teeth and cinched the belt around the back of my head.
“Now to get your safeword across,” he said, leaning close so it was a whisper in my ear again, “hold your hand up and open and close it. Practice.”
Breathing a heavy breath out through my nose since the leather in my mouth made it too difficult to breathe that way, I did what he said, lifting my hand to open and close it.