Lured into Love (Blossom in Winter #2) - Melanie Martins Page 0,53

back and forth in quick, shallow moves. Each one of his thrusts leaves me on the brink of pure bliss. His passion is all-consuming, his energy so raw, intense, a force that drives me to the edge of erotic madness. “You’re such a good slut.”

“Oh my…” My face goes red hearing his words, and a rush of heat takes over me. I sigh in euphoria. It sounds like a compliment, and I take it as such. “Don’t stop…”

His cock twitches at my comment, and I hear him groaning behind me. I know he liked it, and at this precise moment, all I really want is to feel him comin inside me. After all, he hasn’t done that since I woke up. He keeps ramming in and out, leaving me a hot mess, my orgasm building inside me.

“Ah…” There’s nothing hotter than hearing him moan, especially knowing I’m the reason for it. This man drives me crazy, and I love how he takes full control of me and my body. There is something extremely sensual about it. Something I can’t explain. Maybe it’s wrong, shameful, or immoral. But it feels so natural to give myself entirely to him. Holy fuck… I’m so close…

“Ah…” Alex keeps banging me repeatedly against the desk. His thrusts are hurried, impatient, and more bestial than our first time. His pelvis taps against my buttocks, and I’m reminded of the sting at every touch. My body is so used to have him inside by now that I let myself go, consumed by nothing more than the insanity of the moment. Holy fuck. I hear him groaning again, and a massive smile fills my face as I can feel his orgasm unloading inside me. And the simple thought of it makes me reach new highs. I cry out as I explode from the inside in a thousand little pieces and then collapse on the desk, totally exhausted by the immensity of my pleasure. I hear nothing but our heartbeats, pulsing hard inside our chests. At this moment, nothing else matters, just us. I breathe slowly in and out, taming my unsteady pulse.

After we both calm down and recover our senses, Alex removes himself from me very slowly. I feel a bit sad for it to be over. I can already feel his cum dripping down my ass, and once I stand up, it only gets worse. As I turn to kiss him, he seems to be in another galaxy, his face devoid of any expression as he simply orders, “Now go to your room.” And he starts rubbing his eyes tiredly with his fingers. I blink twice at his coldness. Why is he behaving like this? I feel the urge to ask him what’s wrong, and to reassure him, let him know everything was fine. But I don’t do any of it. Sometimes it’s better just to leave and give him some space. So I just gather my things, walk out the door, and rush to the bedroom.

There, I make sure to lie in bed on my stomach and have nothing covering my burning butt. And as I close my eyes and try to sleep, my mind ruminates nonstop about what I just went through. I’m beyond perplexed at Alex’s behavior, and I don’t even think the spanking was the worst part. No, the worst part was seeing his expression afterward. Like he was angry and disappointed at himself. Then, I hear two knocks on the door, but I can’t find the will to answer.

“May I come in?” Oh, it’s Maria.

“Not today,” I mumble back without even turning. But instead, I hear Maria close the door and walk over. As she sits beside me, I see that she’s holding a tube, and before I can ask her about it, she starts applying something on my redness. I twitch at the cooling effect. But the relief it provides is truly appreciated. It feels like those after-burn gels. Nothing but silence can be heard as she keeps applying more. Should I be surprised that she knows I got a spanking? I imagine Alex told her. And to be honest, I’m not in the mood to even ask her. The idea that she’s taking care of my red bottom is humiliating enough.

“Thank you,” she says in a whisper before standing up.

I know exactly what this thank you is for. And while Maria will keep her job, I know Alex won’t trust her as much as before. And I’m not sure how