Crossing the Line (Anchored 6)
“Aw, just two? I thought you were a bad boy.”
“Are you trying to egg me on so you get more spankings, Odessa?” I know she’s a little bit of a spanko. I shouldn’t be so turned on by the banter, but I am. The last time we slept together, it was incredible. I spanked her until she was moaning with pleasure and dripping wet, and the idea of doing it again makes me so fucking excited I might explode.
“Maybe,” she says playfully. This entire time, she hasn’t broken position. All through the banter, she’s been perfectly obedient, still kneeling up, still looking fucking fine as hell for me.
“Turn around then,” I tell her. “Bend over for me. Show me what you’re offering me, buttercup.”
She doesn’t hesitate.
Odessa turns and kneels down on the bed with her cheek against the bedspread. Her ruffled tutu flips up and her bottom is on full display. Those crotchless fishnets are about to be destroyed, but they were a good investment. Besides, I’ll buy her another pair.
She spreads her legs just a little bit, just the tiniest amount, and I step forward.
“You asked for a spanking, baby. I’m going to give you one.”
Chapter 9
Odessa
The first swat lands in the middle of my right cheek, followed instantly by another spanking on the other cheek. Immediately, my entire body relaxes on the bed as Jasper swats me to his own rhythm, to an imaginary beat only he can hear. Over and over, he spanks me. Each slap is sharp, but it warms me, and soon I feel like I’m floating. Soon I let all of the problems in my life fade away until there’s nothing left but Jasper, but me, but this moment.
I don’t even notice when I start crying, but Jasper stops and sits beside me. He pulls me into his lap and kisses me, holds me, touches me. Then he undresses me slowly, like I’m precious to him. He plays with me as he carefully removes layer after layer of clothing, and then he sets that all aside.
“I’m naked,” I whisper.
“You’re beautiful.”
“You’re still wearing too many clothes,” I point out.
“Still feeling a bit bossy?” He asks gently. “Did I not spank you enough?”
“Maybe not,” I say.
He wants me to ask for what I want. He wants me to tell him what I need. Well, what I need right now is to forget everything else I’ve been dealing with. What I need is to forget for a little while that I’ve been stressed and sad and lonely. All I want is to lose myself right now, and Jasper can help me with that.
“Tell me what you want, buttercup.”
“The belt.”
For a minute, I’m nervous he’s going to back off. Maybe he’ll protest or say that’s too soon or he doesn’t want to try that outside of the club. How embarrassing would it be to ask for what I want, only to be denied?
But I don’t have to worry.
“Bend over the bed,” he says.
Instantly, I wiggle to obey. I plant my feet firmly apart on the side of the bed and I bend over the mattress. His bed is almost too high for me, but I manage to make myself comfortable as I stand there waiting for him.
“You’re beautiful, Odessa,” he says again. It almost feels like it’s his mantra of the night. Jasper is trying really, really hard to make this perfect for me and I have to be honest: he’s doing a damn good job of it.
I hear him remove his belt, and the first strike hits me almost immediately.
“Only ten,” he tells me, rubbing my sore bottom with his hands. “I’m sure we’ll do more in the future, but if we’re going to scene seriously, we’re going to do it at the club where I can make sure there are extra eyes on us, okay?”
It’s not just a kink thing, I know. It’s not about being an exhibitionist. He wants to make sure that there’s someone to watch us to make sure we don’t get carried away with a scene. Even if he’s comfortable with what’s happening, maybe I’ll feel overwhelmed and forget to safeword. Maybe he will. Playing at Anchored offers a safe space where we can explore our kinks without worrying about getting hurt.
“Yes,” I whisper. “That sounds good.”
Strike two hits, and once again, my body feels warm and heated.