A moment later, that same pillow was muffling the squeal that flew from her lips as Sam spanked her sharply on the ass.
“Ow!” Although Bianca was surprised by this side of Sam, she wasn’t complaining. If anything, the jolt of electricity crackling through her as another fresh smack landed on her ass was exactly what she needed to feel more alive than ever. She was still wearing the cotton panties she’d changed into before relaxing on her couch for the evening, but the thin fabric did nothing to protect her.
“Let’s talk about all the times I should have spanked you these past few weeks.” Sam straddled Bianca’s thighs, pinning her against the bed, and leaned down, her hot breath a fire in Bianca’s ear. “Between you sneaking out on me and making me think about you constantly, I think it’s only fair I get to show you how that makes me feel.”
Bianca attempted to lift her head and press her bare back against Sam’s warm and inviting chest. Yet the pressure on her lower half was so great that she could barely move.
Managing to free her face from the pillow, she glanced back at Sam, shooting her a smirk. “Oh? Have I been a bad girl?”
Bianca’s pleasured cry soon drowned out the intoxicating sound of Sam’s palm hitting her flesh.
“I’m not interested in playing games. Not when you still haven’t apologized.” Sam interspersed her spanks with a deeper voice delivered directly into Bianca’s ear. “Are you going to apologize? For being a pain in my ass? For making my job harder? Or do I have to keep spanking you until you get the point?”
Bianca gathered the pillow in her arms, bracing herself. When Sam spanked her again, Bianca jetted forward, coming dangerously close to tumbling over the other side of her bed.
“I wouldn’t want to stop you,” Bianca murmured. “You do this so well.”
Sam yanked down Bianca’s cotton panties. This time when she smacked Bianca’s ass, it was across it, hard, stinging both cheeks at the same time. As soon as the pain subsided, Bianca wondered how Sam’s hand wasn’t falling off.
“Apologize,” Sam said. “And I’ll make you come.”
Bianca shuddered as the burning pain spread across her skin. “You’d love that, wouldn’t you?”
“What? You apologizing? Or you coming all over my hand again?” Without a hint of apology on anyone’s lips, Sam spread Bianca’s thighs and teased her opening with her fingers. “Because I’d love both.”
“Then do it. Fuck me until I explode.” Bianca cast her gaze over her shoulder, looking Sam right in her fierce brown eyes. “Pin me down and make me yours.”
She couldn’t believe the words coming out of her mouth. Nor could she believe that Sam took her up on that invitation.
“Oh, God!” Bianca buried her face in her covers as Sam drove her fingers inside her. This isn’t even zero to sixty. It’s straight to one hundred. That arm was a piston and Bianca was the engine about to tear up the highway. Assuming she didn’t tear her bed apart first.
“I like it when you purr like this,” Sam said, two fingers deep in Bianca. “It’s so much better than when you act like a spoiled brat.”
Bianca shuddered. How was she so close to coming already? “It got your attention, didn’t it?”
She wasn’t surprised when that resulted in Sam pulling out and spanking her tender ass again. But Sam didn’t return her fingers, instead leaving Bianca aching on the bed. Even when she wriggled her hips enticingly, all it earned her was another smack.
“Did you think I was done?” Sam asked. “Don’t you remember what I said? Not until you apologize.”
Bianca groaned. “Fine, I’m sorry.”
“Are you?” Another spank. “Or are you just sorry I’m not letting you come?”
“No, I’m sorry. Really!” Bianca raised her hands to her head, fingers gripping at her curls as she struggled to keep her arousal at bay. “I swear I’m sorry!”
By now, she was desperate enough to say anything to earn her release. But her words were enough for Sam. More than that, they invigorated her. And Bianca was soon swept away by a current born from Sam’s growing urgency.
She subjected Bianca to one last spank before the very same fingers were back inside her, coaxing, stroking, plunging. This is so intense. Her whole body was sensitized, adrenaline rushing through her veins in the aftermath of Sam’s sweet punishment. Bianca hadn’t even come yet, and it was already the best sex she ever had. How could it compare to the lazy girls, the mopey boys, all the others in between?
They were forgettable. As far as Bianca was concerned, she had never been truly touched before. Not until tonight, when a powerful woman put her hands on her and claimed her as her own.
Sam fell to her side, pulling Bianca to her, one arm latched around Bianca’s torso like a vise, the other busy between her legs. As she clung to Sam’s arm wrapped around her breasts, the rest of her body rolled with the whim of Sam’s motions.
“Are you going to come?” Sam’s words were more a command than a question.
And Bianca was already there, her soul leaving her body behind as she dissolved into Sam and the ecstasy of her orgasm. Her senses were heightened, as was the pleasure that rippled through every inch of her. And with every thrust, every kiss against her ear, and every hint of Sam’s sweat on the tip of her tongue, Bianca found herself falling deeper into oblivion.
That was Sam’s power over her. She stopped time, so Bianca could transcend her very being.
She was still riding that high as her climax faded. Yet she was brought straight back to reality when Sam dropped her to the bed and climbed on top of her.
Bianca relished the weight of the strong woman on her body. This was what she needed. The intimacy she had been missing from her life. She didn’t need to be penetrated or be ravished with kisses to know that she was pivotal to Sam’s pleasure. She was more than content to bring Sam into an embrace, to be on the receiving end of vigorous thrusts from a formidable pair of hips.
Sam had long lost her jeans and the boxers she wore beneath them. Bianca didn’t know how or where. She reveled in the feeling of Sam’s skin against her own, the heat and softness of her mound as familiar as it was novel. Bianca ran her hands down the length of Sam’s curving back, grabbed hold of her hips, rocked and ground back against her. Somehow, Sam’s hair never fell from its stylishly practical bun.
And when she came, erupting with a force that made Bianca’s heart throb, Sam’s moans never relented, even after her body slowed and her breaths grew heavier in its aftermath.
It was intoxicating. Bianca wanted more and more of her. But lying there in silence, protected by Sam’s vigor and strength, was just as sublime.
It was enough to make Bianca forget about everything that had gotten them in this mess in the first place.