Secrets & Submission

“Now come here,” I say. She nods and does as she’s told, her bare feet padding against the floor. When she reaches me, I pull her over my lap. “I don’t want you to count,” I tell her. “I’ll keep track. You take your punishment like a good girl.”

Ella gasps loudly at the first swat, her hands fisting. I don’t hold back but I soothe the spot the moment it’s done.

That small touch is rewarded with a moan, reminding me how eager I am to be inside of her. With another swat and then another, my breath quickens with eagerness.

She squirms slightly, and muffles her cries as I spank her ass again and again.

At the end of thirteen, her ass is red and there are tears on her cheeks. I press my fingers against her and then slip them inside of her, stroking her front wall. Her moan is fucking heaven. It’s then I see a tear fall.

“You did so well,” I praise her and remove my fingers only to rub a hand over her glowing skin. “Are you hurt?”

She shakes her head and then tells me no.

“These are good tears then?” I question, leaning down to kiss her cheek. “Yes,” she answers and I soothe her ass again before telling her, “Now it’s time to stand up.”

I help her to her feet, and Ella wobbles a bit as she finds her balance. She pulls herself upright and looks me in the eyes without wiping the tears from her face. So I do it for her.

“Ask me something,” I say. “Ask me while the camera’s watching.”

“I’m not sure what to ask,” she says. “I just want to touch you.”

“Keep your hands at your sides,” I say and to ease the immediate disappointment, I add, “You can touch me later.”

“What’s your favorite thing about me?” Ella asks after a moment.

“How red your ass is right now,” I joke but then I tell her, “How I feel like this was meant to be. Like there isn’t another person in this world that could want me and need me exactly how I want and need you.”

Ella thinks for a minute. “Do you ever wish you could go back?”

No.

There’s a chill that spreads over every inch of my skin. I know the answer right away, but I don’t want her to think I’m telling her what she wants to hear.

If I had the chance, would I go back? Would I try to change things?

The answer is still the same.

“No, jailbird. I wouldn’t. How could you even think that?”

Her head shakes softly and she swallows audibly. Her bottom lip quivers and before she can say anything, I pick her up and toss her on the bed onto her knees. Lowering my lips to the shell of her ear, I tell her, “I’m going to fuck that thought out of your pretty little head and you’re never allowed to think it again.”

As I slam inside of her to the hilt and she struggles to stay upright, I remind her, “You are mine and I’m exactly who you’re meant to belong to.”

I almost add “right now” but the words stop short. She is mine and she will stay mine. That is all that matters.