A chance encounter leads to a very sore ass.
I couldn’t believe I was doing this.
Even for me, who has so little patience for coyness — this was step into the depravity hole.
I had just met this man half an hour ago, when he stopped me while I was riding my bike and told me that he’d like to smack my ass.
Okay, I had said. Let’s go for coffee and discuss it.
He had looked surprised by my answer, but here we were, sitting at the local coffee shop together.
Fuck, I’m a slut.
“Mihangel sounds like a fake name,” I said, taking a sip of my latte.
“I assure you, it’s not.”
His voice held an accent I couldn’t place, but then again, I was hardly an expert. All I knew is that it sounded strong. Authoritative. Hot.
“Are you always this forward, Alice?” he asked. His cup of tea steamed in front of him on the table.
“Do you always tell strangers on the street that you want to spank them?”
He smiled. “Fair enough.”
I paused and thought about my answer. “The answer is yes. I have very little patience for the slow build up.”
“I see,” he said. “So no dinner, then.”
“You make me sound like a whore.”
He raised his eyebrows. “I’ll reserve my judgement, for now. I like a woman who’s direct.”
I blushed, in spite of myself. “Oh good,” I said flatly.
“Mmm, that’s a pretty little blush you got there, dear.”
My cheeks became hotter, and I bit my lip.
He leaned forward. “So, let’s discuss, then.”
I laughed, and it felt good. It felt so good to be under his gaze.
I swallowed my disbelief at my own actions. “Okay. First rule — no sex. I won’t fuck you. I won’t suck you. You can do it yourself, or find someone else to do it, I don’t care. But sex is off the table.”
He pouted, an exaggerated motion that I took as teasing.
I shrugged my shoulders. “Not sorry. Shall we keep discussing?”
He nodded. “Fine. No sex.”
“Well…” I started, drawing out the word.
Again, he raised his eyebrows. “…You mean I have a chance?”
I laughed. “No. You don’t. I just want to be spanked, that’s all.” I could feel the blush creeping up my face again. “But I want to… talk about it. Tease you.”
“Talk about it?”
I looked at the table. “Is that selfish?”
He took a sip of his tea and leaned back in his chair. “Alright, so you’re going to let me spank you, but not fuck you. But you’re going to tease me about it?” He paused. “And you want to know if that’s selfish.”
I could feel the blood pump hotly though the tiny capillaries under my skin. “Yep.”
“I’d say that’s remarkably selfish.”
The aftertaste of coffee in my mouth turned bitter. “Sorry, then. We don’t have to.” I moved to get up.
“Wait.” The tone of his voice was dark, with that lilt of an accent. “Sit back down.”
I paused mid-action as I let that tone sink into the marrow of my bones. I felt my eyes close, and I sunk back into my chair.
“Good girl.”
I made a tiny, needy noise.
A savage smile spread across his face. “Tell me what’s in it for me, and we can go back to my hotel room.”
Ah, so not local. Probably for the best.
I looked at him. “You get to spank me, obviously.”
He took another slow sip. “Yes, obviously. But it tends to work a man up, if you know what I mean.”
“Oh, I do.” I bit my lip. “And I want to make it worse for you.”
“Naughty thing. You’d leave a man with a lover’s knot?”
I feigned indignation; the meaning of the term was clear enough. “Of course not. You’re welcome to jack off. In fact, I want to watch.” I could feel my heart rate speed, and my breathing get shallower. Just talking about it was making me hot.
“But I can’t bury myself in that sweet, reddened arse?”
“No,” I said.
He contemplated for a long moment. “Will you let me touch you at all? I mean, other than my hand on your arse.”
The wood grain of the table was suddenly the most interesting thing in the world. I was so hot, already so worked up. I loved talking about it, and the air felt cool against my skin.
“Fuck, that is beautiful,” he whispered.
I smiled. “Are you imagining this same color on my ass cheeks?”
He looked very serious. “A bit darker, but yes.”
“Even though I’m not going to fuck you?”
A growl escaped his lips. “I might give you extra for that.”
“Oh, yes,” I breathed, not bothering to hide my joy. “Fuck yes, please.”
He took the last sip of his tea and stood up, extending his hand to me. “Shall we, then, sweetheart?”
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