enjoy it, I wanted to try.
Since I wasn’t wearing any panties, I eagerly shoved the joggers off.
Maximo’s gaze followed the fabric, before shooting back up. Finding me bare, he said, “Wouldn’t have been able to leave had I known you were wearing my pants with nothing underneath.” He reached his hand out. “Come here.”
A shiver of lust and fear and anticipation went through me.
What the hell am I doing?
But even as I thought it, my feet carried me to him. My body was stiff, but he easily bent me over his knee.
Maximo’s large palm gently stroked my ass. It felt good, and I wasn’t the only one who thought so. His cock grew hard under me, pushing against my belly.
I raised my head to look over my shoulder, but he put his hand on my back, keeping me in place.
“I’m going to go easy for your first time and only give you five for closing the door,” he said.
Five. Five’s not so bad.
Probably.
Maybe?
“And then ten for lying,” he continued.
“Fifteen? That’s not going easy!”
“I can make it an even twenty if you’d prefer.”
I bit my lip to keep any further complaints to myself before I made things worse.
“Fuck, I love this ass.” I lost his soothing strokes just before his palm came down.
Hard.
“Ow!”
The sting radiated and increased when his hand landed again.
He wasn’t deterred by my pained cries. No, he enjoyed them. His cock jerked with each one.
I didn’t try to hold in my sobs. It was impossible. Every time his palm connected, the sting and burn grew—especially when he hit an already heated spot. I lost count of how many he’d delivered and panic set in.
What if he lost track, too?
What if he gets carried away?
I’ll never be able to sit again!
But with one last smack, Maximo stopped. He rearranged me so I was sitting upright in his lap, and I hissed at the roughness of his slacks against my raw ass.
And my ass wasn’t the only thing that was raw. My emotions were flayed open and whatever dam held my tears broke. I wasn’t sure the last time I’d really bawled, but all of a sudden, I couldn’t stop.
Needing to be closer, I straddled Maximo so I could bury my face in his chest, huge sobs wracking my body. The more I tried to choke them down, the worse they became.
He tenderly rubbed my back and whispered, “You did good, little dove. So good.”
It was stupid to be delighted by praise for my ability to take a palm to my butt, but that didn’t stop me from feeling proud. His words warmed my insides almost as much as his hand had warmed my ass.
Getting control of my tears with only a few shuddering hiccups remaining, I whispered, “I’m never breaking the rules again.”
Maximo chuckled. “Somehow I don’t believe that.” He cupped my head and leaned me back so he could study me. After the pain he’d enjoyed inflicting, it was unexpected to see such deep concern. “How’re you feeling?”
That was a good question.
I was starving.
Exhausted.
And, surprisingly, horny.
Even more surprising, however, was the feeling of peace that’d settled into my soul. I was content, the cathartic cry had washed away years of emotional drought.
“I’m fine,” I told him honestly.
“I need more than that.”
“It hurt worse than I expected, but at the same time, it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.” I fell forward, resting my forehead on his chest. “That doesn’t make sense.”
“It does.” His hand rubbed down my back, over my heated cheeks, ending between my thighs. He slid a finger through the arousal that pooled there. I stiffened in his hold, but he just wrapped his other arm around my waist. “Shh. Let me take care of you.”
From behind, two of his fingers pumped into me until I was rocking against him. Fucking myself on his fingers.
I was close, but I needed more.
Slipping his fingers free, he used the wetness that coated them to circle my clit. It wasn’t long before the pleasure zipped through me, not canceling out the pain, but mixing with it. Like two sides of a coin, one couldn’t exist without the other.
I came hard until I was a boneless mess, leaning on him to stay upright.
“Better?” Maximo rumbled.
“Mmhmm.”
Setting me on the bench, he grabbed the joggers from the floor and crouched, slipping them up my legs. He stood and pulled me up before securing the oversized pants around my hips. “Let’s go feed you.”
“‘Kay.”
“You’re agreeable after you’ve come. I’ll have