DESIRED (BWWM)

The Spanking

"I'm going to spank you," I say simply, relishing the way her body shivers in my lap.

"I want you to count every slap. Do you understand me?" I question and when she doesn't answer I grip the back of her neck.
"Do you understand me Renée?" I repeat, letting venom slip into my voice.

"I understand," she mutters, griping the side of my legs as she steels herself.
"Brava ragazza," I praise rubbing her before delivering my first slap.
(Translation: Good girl)

"Elijah!" She yells, trying to push herself up.
I shove her back down and groan when I see the handprint I left behind.
"You didn't count so that slap doesn't count," I growl, barely containing my own desire.

She squirms in my lap and shakes her head, her curls flying as they follow the movement.
"One! One! I said one," she screams, making my cock as hard as stone.

"It doesn't count," I say through my teeth, bringing my hand down and slapping her again.
"One!" She yells and a smile grows on my face. "Now you're getting it," I praise, slapping her yet again.

"Two," she whispers, squirming away from my hands as I massage her already red and tender flesh.

"Ti piace cosi? Mi piace questo," I mutter as I bring my hand down again.
(Translation: Do you like this? I like this)

"Three," she mutters.
Digging her nails into my thighs as I deliver my next slap.

"Four," she whimpers almost at the verge of tears.

"Five!" she cries as a tear finally escapes her eyes and rolls downs her cheeks. I massage her reddened skin before lifting her up and making her straddle me.

Her eyes are downcast and her wet eyelashes are the only evidence of her tears.
"Mia vita?" I call gently and she looks up at me before quickly looking back down.

"You spanked me," she voices and I nod my head, suppressing my laughter as I tilt her head up and bring my lips to her ear.
"And you're soaking," I whisper huskily.

She looks down at the wetness she left on my pants and a fierce blush stains her cheeks as she clears her throat and looks away.

"Don't be embarrassed of your desire," I say gently.
"You smell amazing and you taste even better."

I run my hands between her thighs and over her dripping sex before bringing my fingers to my mouth. My eyes close as her sweet taste tickles my throat and a gutteral groan leaves my lips.

I open my eyes, looking down at my personal temptation to see her pink lips parted and her hazel eyes dark with lust as she watches me taste her.
"Do you wanna taste?" I question, leaning down and covering her lips with mine.

She moans in my mouth and I grip her hips firmly, grinding her down on the place I need her the most.
"Lijah," she whispers, tilting her head back as I continue to guide her movements on my lap.

"Should I....... make you come like this?" I question between harsh breaths and she nods her head, watching me as I lean down and take her nipple into my mouth, sucking and nibbling until its a hardened bud.

I feel myself straining in my pants and I grind her down on me, groaning at the contact.
"Fück," I mutter.
Looking up as she wraps her hands in my hair and chews on those plump lips.

"You close?" I grunt and she nods her head, whispering my name and burying her face in my neck as she fills my ears with her moans. Her body tenses in my arms and I bring my hands to her slick cunt, playing with her clit as I bring her to completion.

"Elijah!" She yells, her body convulsing in my arms as I bury my face in her breast, grunting my own release and filling my pants with my seed.

"Still worried about school?" I mutter breathlessly against her chest and she shakes her head, looking at me with droopy eyes.
"I'm actually kinda sleepy now," she whispers, smiling a little as her eyelashes drop and kisses her cheeks.

I grab one of my shirts and dress her in it, discarding my pants and staying in my boxers as I pull her in my arms and we fall asleep once again.

A/N: I didn't really plan on posting this chapter because I feel like it could be so much better, but oh well.

Happy reading and all that shit. Tata