Watch Me (Private Listing #1)

“Have you ever been spanked before?”

A shiver races over her as she shakes her head.

“Do you want me to spank you?”

Her breath comes out in a rush as she lifts her eyes to mine.

“Yes.” Her answer is breathy.

“Head down,” I say.

She drops her gaze to the floor.

“Turn around.” I stand in front of her, and she turns her back to me. All that beautiful pale skin on display. I can’t wait to watch it pinken. “Hands on the wall.”

She takes a step forward and I grab her hips to stop her.

“Did I say move forward?” I put some annoyance in my voice just to see what she can take. I don’t want to frighten her, but I do want to control her, to have her give in to me.

She glances over her shoulder and shakes her head. She leans over and presses her hands to the wall. Her arms stretch out above her head as she’s bent over in front of me. My cock weeps. The scrap of red fabric that hides her from me is darker between her legs from her arousal.

“Spread your legs.” I take off my sweats and toss them to the side. I didn’t bother with boxers today.

Whimpering, she obeys. She’s already soaked her panties. So fucking wet all the time for us.

“What’s your safe word?” I drag my finger up the center of her.

“Gold,” she says as she tries to remain still.

“Good girl.” I caress her ass and feel her muscles flinch beneath my touch. “Normally I would give spankings as a punishment, but sometimes they can just be for pleasure or a need to blow off steam for either of us.”

“Either?” She tips her head toward me but doesn’t raise her gaze to mine.

“You giving up your control to me can be very centering for you.” I slip my finger beneath the edge of her panties and trail it through her wetness. Her head hangs down again. “Do you want to give up control, tiger?”

“Yes, sir.” She shudders beneath my touch as I lightly toy with her clit.

“I’ll only use my hand on your ass this time. If something’s too much, tell me.” I take ahold of her panties and tug, ripping them.

She moans as I drop the shredded material onto the floor.

“What’s your word?” I thrust my fingers into her cunt.

“Fuck. Gold.” Her hips try to move on my fingers.

“Do you want to stop?” I ask.

“No, sir,” she breathes out.

I slap her ass cheek with about medium force. She cries out, and her pussy clamps down on my fingers, soaking them. Perfection.

I rub at the redness forming on her pale skin. She moans and tries to rock her hips again. I smack her other ass cheek.

“Don’t move, tiger.”

“Yes, sir.” She bites her lip. Her breasts hang down, the bra doing little to stop their swaying.

My cock twitches, and I pull my fingers from her to stroke her wetness over my dick a few times, staring at her red ass and pink pussy spread before me. I want to plow into her and make us both come, but I also don’t want this to end so soon. Waiting will make it sweeter.