The accolades made her blush happily, filling her with warmth, right before -
SMACK! SMACK!
Two quick, hard swats, one to each ass cheek. The initial impact like a sharp sting, followed by a slow burn that made her want to moan.
It wasn’t that masochists didn’t feel pain. It was that the pain could feel good. It hurt… but that hurt would evolve into endorphins and adrenaline and sexual pleasure. If it was administered correctly.
And Michael knew exactly what he was doing.
His hand rubbed against the two spots.
Not soothingly. Not to rub away the burn.
No, he rubbed her tender skin roughly.
Ellie squirmed.
Michael lifted his hand.
“Have you thought about what kind of scene you would like, Ellie?”
Thought about? No. Fantasized about what Michael might do, based on past experiences, sure, but right now it felt like he was asking if she wanted anything specific.
She shook her head. “Just make me hurt.”
The plea in her voice would have embarrassed her at one point in her life. No longer. She had accepted she was wired this way a long time ago. Begging for pain at Stronghold didn’t bother her, not even in front of someone from her past.
Whatever he wanted to do to her… that was what she wanted.
“Hmmm.” The low hum of his voice was accompanied by a sensuous stroke of his fingers over the tender places on her ass. The light touch was a tease to her senses, and Ellie had to remind herself not to arch her back again, not to try and force his hand just because she wanted more. Bad Ellie, no topping from the bottom.
Definitely not something she’d ever had to remind herself before.
She bit her bottom lip as his hand continued to stroke.
Gently.
Like he was just waiting for her to protest. To be bad. To try and tip his hand.
A test.
And for some reason, it got her hot even as she wanted to scream at him to just spank her already.
Mental sadism? Was that a thing?
She wasn’t used to having to wait. Most scenes started with her being tied up, moved on to whatever implements the dominant wanted to use, and ended with her being untied, and sitting in the women’s locker room while she came down from her scene high. Unless she was scening with Andrew, he always insisted on her receiving some kind of aftercare from him - or from Jared if he couldn’t for some reason.
This was… what was it?
What was she doing?
Was sheflirting? Unease sparked.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Ellie gasped as Michael’s hand came down hard on the exact two spots he’d already spanked, reigniting and building on the sting. Her body hummed. Her thoughts tripped.
“You’re thinking too hard, Ellie,” he murmured, rubbing those same spots roughly, squeezing her cheeks and sending a rush of hot warmth straight through her core. Ellie moaned. “I don’t want you able to think.”
