Page 22 of After Hours
It was a sharp smack and then a burst of heat, and it was shocking.
Ithurt.
“Th… Thank you, sir, for number one,” Romily managed to get out, haltingly, because her body was in some kind of riot. That sharp pain, so at odds with his fingers inside of her, and his pace never wavered. The more his fingers thrust into her, the sharpness of the spank he’d delivered seemed to bloom into each thrust, and it was all the same pleasure and pain as one.
She was breathing too hard. She could hardly stand still.
She had no idea what todowith all the sensation inside of her.
“That’s not quite right,” Zachary said, sounding almost pleasant. “We’ll start that over.”
Smack.The next blow landed and now both of her ass cheeks were on fire. Now shefeltherself breathing so loud that she could hear it. Gasping in breath, everything in her shuddering and completely on fire, and somehow they were the same thing. Somehow this was all terrible and wonderful at once.
“One, thank you sir,” she whispered, not sure if the words were coming out in the right order, even though she knew it was critical that they did.
“How lovely,” Zachary murmured.
And then he kept going. Sometimes he alternated sides. Sometimes he didn’t. He also didn’t go easy on her. His palm was exactly as hard, ever time, as the first, and it hurt exactly the same—except more, because each spank made the next spank that much worse. It was red and itchy andawfuland yet his fingers seemed to coax every bit of that into a different kind of throb that made her clit feel like it was its own fire.
Romily didn’t know at what point she simply started sobbing again. It was all too much. There was the friction of her own breasts against the bed. She was too hot, sweating and crying. She didn’t dare move her hands but her hips seemed to have a mind of their own and she had to fight to keep them from rolling away from where she imagined his next blow would come. Her legs were shaking from the effort standing up on her toes.
And Zachary’s fingers were a torment inside of her.
There was something about the way he was doing this, she had the presence of mind to think at one point. He was keeping her just aroused enough that the pain made the arousal greater, but not too great that she tipped over into a forbidden orgasm—because he wanted her to feel all of this. No hiding in pleasure until the pain was done.
She was a sobbing mess in very short order and the strangest part of that was, she didn’t care at all.
Zachary kept going all the way up to twenty and she kept counting it off, like the good girl she desperately wanted to be for him.
“Twenty is a nice round number,” he said, and it was as if his voice was the only thing that could possibly have penetrated the way she was sobbing openly into his bed. That and the way his hands—so hard, so cruel—smoothed over all of the red-hot, inflamed skin of her butt cheeks. “And I would have said that an ass as perfect as yours could never be improved upon, but it’s such a pretty cherry red color right now. I think you proved me wrong, little bird.”
His fingers abruptly abandoned her pussy and she felt that awful emptiness again, the loss of him. It made her cry even harder.
But he was moving between her legs. She could feel the rough hair of his thighs as he reached down, adjusting her position slightly, and it occurred to her that this bed was exactly at cock height for Zachary.
A notion that made everything inside of her turn to liquid heat, even though there was still too much sensation in her ass.
One of his hands wrapped tight around her clenched fingers and anchored her arms there at the base of her spine.
“You took that spanking so beautifully that you can come when you like,” he told her gruffly. “I’m proud of you.”
And Romily thought that it was unlikely she would ever come again, given all the conflicting messages her body was sending itself —
But he slammed himself inside of her, burying his cock to the root and sparing no mercy whatsoever for her tender ass cheeks.
It was like a scream. It was that white-hot. It ripped through her.
Romily splintered into a trillion little pieces. Instantly. And as he began to thrust in that maddeningly intense, deep, and rhythmic way, she came again and again and again.
Almost as if he didn’t quite mean to do it, his strokes got deeper, wilder.
Until finally, Zachary was simply slamming into her, over and over again, and she could feeleverything. The way her face was pressed against the bed. The way her breasts were so over sensitized, her nipples their own spark every time he slammed into her. The way her arms ached, held behind her back like that and yet somehow, she’d never felt so secure.
And the way this man fucked himself into her was a revelation. Every single thrust took her over, turned her inside out, and made sure that she remembered every single one of the twenty-one spanks he’d delivered to her already tonight.
She felt a different kind of volcanic, seismic catastrophe rise from a place inside of her she’d never known was there. It grew and grew until she was almost trying to run away from it, though she was pinned down and held firmly in place. She couldn’t do anything to escape it.
Really, she couldn’t do anything at all.
