Page 65 of The Lies That Shatter
“Thank you,” he whispers. “I know trust isn’t something you give out easily, and I have no idea what I’ve done to deserve it, given how badly I broke it before, but I promise that will never happen again. I will treasure it, like I treasure you—with all of my heart.”
My breath stutters and my heart races. I can’t keep the shit eating grin off my face. “Good, now show me what a bad girl I’ve been,” I add, my voice sounding low and sultry.
He grabs hold of my ass cheek and squeezes hard enough to make me gasp. “Do you know what a safe word is?”
I nod my head, but he waits…he wants my words. “Yes. Will I need one?” I can’t hide the tremble in my voice.
“I hope not, but it’s always good to have one, just in case. If at any time you want me to slow down, but not stop, just say ‘mercy’. But if you want me to stop completely, that’s when you would say your safe word. It should be something you’d never normally say during sex,” he explains, and I can’t help the tingling that spreads across my skin at the thought of what we’re about to do.
“Waffle,” I blurt out, and Finn chuckles.
“Waffle?” he repeats, making it sound like a question.
“Well, if I’m asking for a waffle in the middle of sex, it’s clearly not fun enough, so it should be stopped,” I explain, and he just shakes his head as he tries not to laugh. He knows I’m right.
“Okay… So it’s mercy to slow down but not stop, and it’s waffle if you want me to stop completely. If you want to stop, but you can’t speak the word because your mouth is otherwise occupied, just tap me three times.”
“Why would my mouth be…”
Before I can even finish the sentence, Finn’s eyes light up and that cocky grin of his spreads as he wags his brows dramatically. I roll my eyes.
“Do you have all that, sweetheart?” he asks, as he gently runs the tip of his finger down my spine. It’s the lightest touch, but it’s enough to drive me fucking crazy.
“Yes. Mercy, to slow down. Waffle, to stop. Three taps if I can’t speak. I understand,” I repeat, knowing how much he insists on me using my words.
Even though we’ve never played like this before, I’ve done a bit of research, and I know Finn wants to make sure he looks after me in every way he can.
“We’re not going for anything too intense today, just a little introduction. We can work up to more.” As he speaks, he hookshis fingers into the waistband of my shorts, drawing them slowly down my legs, his fingernails trailing over my skin as he does.
Goosebumps erupt over my flesh, and I try not to fidget too much, just enjoying the feel of him. Once he has the shorts down, he gently raises each leg, until I step out of them. He then begins the slow path of running his fingers back up, pressing little kisses along the way.
When he reaches my waist, he bites into one of my ass cheeks, and it’s hard enough to make me gasp, but he has hold of my hips so tight, I can’t move. He then continues his lazy trail with his fingers and mouth, moving upwards as he pulls up my top. Once he has it over my head, he’s quick to press my cheek and chest back against the door, and I hear him throw the vest to the floor.
This time when my chest hits the door, there’s nothing protecting me from the cold against my skin and nipples. I’m startled for a second as the change in temperature hits me, my nipples hardening in the way they always do when cold, but this time it contradicts the warmth spreading over my body, and it’s a weird sensation. They ache to be touched, but I know he placed my hands on the door for a reason.
Finn must be in tune to what I’m thinking and feeling, as he reaches around with his fingers and lightly tweaks my nipples. At first, he just rolls them gently between his thumb and finger, warming them slightly, until his teasing turns rougher. He pulls and pinches my hard buds in such a way I can feel it deep in my core; the sensations setting my body on fire.
I arch into his touch, my ass pressing hard against his body, and he responds by thrusting his pelvis against me, holding me in place. It’s not long before I’m squirming under his touch, desperate for more of anything. Soft moans fill the air as I prepare to beg him.
Before I get the chance, he lets go of one of my nipples, but he squeezes so hard on the other that I barely notice.
SLAP!
I yelp loudly as the sound of his hand connecting with the flesh of my ass cheek reverberates around the room. It’s almost like I heard it before I felt it, but then the sensations flood me all at once. My ass stings like hell, but Finn is quick to rub his soft palm over the area, soothing it in a way I never expected.
Before I can question whether I liked it or not, he slaps my ass again, this time on the other cheek. It’s probably not a hard spank, but it’s enough to take my breath away, and leave my ass cheeks tingling.
“Breathe,” he whispers against my ear, and I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding. “Want me to carry on?”
“Yes,” I say, more confident than I was expecting it to sound.
“Good girl.” His praise sends butterflies throughout my stomach, and I want to clench my thighs together to soothe the building ache, but his feet stop me from moving.
This time he slaps both ass cheeks twice, one after the other, with no breaks in between, and each spank feels more intense than the last. My flesh tingles, and when he strokes his palm over my inflamed skin, it soothes the throbbing sting. My cheeks are no doubt bright red. I can feel them getting hotter, so when his cool hands touch me, it’s the perfect medicine.
Finn takes his time with me, alternating between spanking and soothing, making sure to kiss and touch me everywhere in between. It’s so much more intense than I imagined, and it’s not long before I know I won’t be able to take many more blows. My ass is throbbing, but not necessarily in a bad way. My pussy is dripping, and the ache in my core is screaming out for attention.
I can’t stop myself from squirming, trying to squeeze my thighs together to create even just a little friction, and when that doesn’t work, I press myself harder into his body. I can feel hislength hardening against me, no doubt desperate to break free from his jeans, but he remains fully clothed, making it all about me.
