EMMALINE
James softly closed the door to the playroom behind us, and the lock clicked into place. I jumped a little, swallowing thickly. I was nervous for my punishment despite the fact that I had willingly and knowingly put myself into this position.
His hands slid around my body until he was embracing me from behind. “Relax, little one,” he whispered in my ear. My mouth ran dry as my belly clenched. I licked my suddenly dry lips. “I will never hurt you,” he reminded me.
“I know, sir,” I softly replied.
He stepped back from me before he walked around me, turning to face me. His blue eyes had darkened. I watched as he began to unroll the sleeves of his button-down, revealing those strong, muscular forearms and the veins running through them.
Fuck, he was so hot.
Drawing in a deep breath, I pulled my shirt over my head. James held out a hand for it, and I obediently handed it over. He folded it neatly and set it into a chair, laying my bra on top of it next. My jeans came off after, and I kicked out of my flats as I wiggled out of my jeans.
Once my panties were off, I obediently knelt on the floor in front of him, but I raised my eyes to his, knowing he wanted me looking up at him – never at the floor beneath him.
“Such a good girl,” he praised as he ran the tips of his fingers over my jaw before he roughly gripped my chin, but not hurting me. His grip was just strong enough to definitely remind me of who was in charge. “I love how good you are for me, little one.”
“Thank you, sir,” I whispered, my body humming in response to his praise.
He rubbed the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip before he took a seat on the end of the bed. “Drape that pretty, little body over my legs, little one,” he commanded.
“Yes, sir,” I quickly responded before I got up from my kneeling position and draped myself over his legs.
“What is your safe word?” he asked me as he draped his right arm over my body, holding me down as his left hand rubbed and squeezed the globes of my ass, easily making me wet for him.
“Purple, sir,” I answered.
“If this is too much, what do you do to make me stop?” he asked me.
“I say purple, sir.”
“Good girl,” he praised. Oh, I loved it when he praised me like this. “Count with each spank, and I don’t want to hear a single moan, little one.”
“Yes, sir,” I quickly answered as I bit my lip.
He groped my ass for a couple more moments before his hand roughly came down on my ass. I resisted the urge to moan. “One, sir,” I gasped.
He rubbed the burn out before he smacked my ass again. “Two, sir,” I squeaked.
We did this for ten smacks before he flipped me over and stood up, laying me down on the bed. “On your belly,” he ordered.
I quickly rolled onto my stomach with a verbal acknowledgement of his command. I watched as he walked over to a small cabinet, and he pulled out a bottle of lotion. I frowned at him. “What is that for, sir?”
“Aftercare,” he told me. “I spanked you; you received your punishment like the perfect little good girl. Now, I take care of you.”
That was still going to take some getting used to.
I sighed in relief when the cool lotion met my burning ass cheeks, and I moaned softly, relaxing into the soft mattress beneath me as he began to rub the cool lotion into my burning skin.
“I love your obedience,” James said quietly. “But spanking this creamy ass of yours red? Got to admit that I fucking enjoyed that, too.”
My face burned red at his words. “I couldn’t help it, sir,” I told him honestly, referring to me moaning in the downstairs bathroom as he fucked me hard from behind.
He released a husky laugh. “I know. You’re a moaner, and I fucking love it.”
He continued rubbing lotion into my skin, and I was almost asleep when he suddenly flipped me over onto my back and his hand cupped my core. I moaned and arched my back, my hands fisting in the blankets as he slid his middle finger between my slit. “So fucking wet,” he growled.
I spread my legs further apart for him. “Sir, please,” I whined, not even caring how pitiful I sounded. I loved coming apart for him. I loved pleasing him like this.
“So needy, little one,” he breathed. He slid his finger inside of me. I tightened my grip on the comforter and spread my legs even further. He licked his lips before he kneeled between my legs and buried his face right where I wanted him.
James had to be a sex god in a past life because there was no other explanation for how fucking good it always felt to be pleased by him.
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