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I want it.
If it is anything like his hand crashing over my skin, I need it.
“What do you say if you need me to stop?”
Consumed with the feeling of his palm on my warm flesh, it takes me a second to answer, “Red. I say red.”
“Good girl,” his hand on the small of my back trails up and down my spine, before he issues another command. “Five. They will get harder, and you will count them.”
The paddle swats against my ass and I grunt, “One.”
Ok. That wasn’t too bad.
“Two,” the second hit radiates through my skin.
Ouch. That one hurt.
“Three,” trembles over my lips, as the paddle feels like fire on my skin. The warmth shooting straight between my thighs. Thoughts of whispering the word ‘red’ rattle through my mind.
It hurts so good, but I don’t know if I can take any more.
“You take my paddle so well,piccolo fiore,” his voice full of pride, “Are you okay? Can I continue?”
Two more. I can do two more.
“Y…yes,” I stutter.
The crack of the paddle against my ass forces a whimper from me. “Four,” I cry out as a single tear rolls down my cheek. A neediness pulses through my clit as painful as the smarting burn across my ass.
ChapterTwenty-Two
SALVATORE
Ellie is doing so fucking well.
Better than I would have ever expected.
She has perfectly followed each command that I have given her. She counts each strike and not once has her gaze attempted to leave the spot on the floor in front of her.
My hand resting at the base of her spine, I can feel her gently trembling beneath me. Her body reacting to the looming final strike with a mixture of fear, anticipation, and unwavering need.
Lifting the paddle, it swings through the air. The sound of it hitting her skin cracks through the air and she cries out, “Five.”
Placing the paddle on the bench by her feet, my hand rubs over her red, warm flesh.
“Demonstration over,” my voice firm but not overtly loud for Ellie’s comfort, “Everyone out.”
Caressing a quiet and quivering Ellie, the people watching quickly and quietly leave the room. The last of them pulling the door shut behind them.
Gliding my fingers along her spine, I walk to the edge of the bench. My fingers under her chin I lift her head as I kneel before her. Swiping the hair from her face, her eyelids heavy, she looks up at me with a lust filled gaze.
“Do you want more?” I question while tucking hair behind her ear.
“Yes,” she tentatively exhales the word.
“Do you want to come?” The need in her eyes visible in response to my question.
“Puh…Please,” she breathily begs.
