fifty-shades-of-grey

Slowly, he takes a sip then places the glass on his bedside table. There’s a foil packet,ready and waiting, like me. And I know he’s doing this to build the anticipation. My hearthas picked up a beat. He turns his bright gray gaze to mine.“Come. Stand beside me. Like last time.”I sidle up to him, my blood thrumming through my body, and this time… I’m excited.Aroused.“Ask me,” he says softly.I frown. Ask him what?“Ask me,” his voice is slightly harder.What? How was your water? What does he want?“Ask me, Anastasia. I won’t say it again.” And there’s such a threat implicit in hiswords, and it dawns on me. He wants me to ask him to spank me.Holy shit. He’s looking at me expectantly, his eyes growing colder. Shit.“Spank me, please… Sir,” I whisper.He closes his eyes momentarily, savoring my words. Reaching up, he grasps my lefthand and he tugs me over his knees. I fall instantly, and he steadies me as I land in his lap.My heart is in my mouth as his hand gently strokes my behind. I’m angled across his lapagain so that my torso rests on the bed beside him. This time he doesn’t throw his leg overmine, but smoothes my hair out of my face and tucks it behind my ear. Once he’s done,he clasps my hair at the nape to hold me in place. He tugs gently and my head shifts back.“I want to see your face while I spank you, Anastasia,” he murmurs, all the while softlyrubbing my backside.His hand moves down between the cheeks of my behind, and he pushes against my sex,and the full feeling is… I moan. Oh, the sensation is exquisite.“This is for pleasure, Anastasia, mine and yours,” he whispers softly.He lifts his hand and brings it down in a resounding slap against the junction of mythighs, my behind, and my sex. The balls are forced forward inside me, and I’m lost ina quagmire of sensation. The stinging across my behind, the fullness of the balls insideme, and the fact that he’s holding me down. I screw my face up as my faculties attempt toabsorb all these foreign feelings. I note somewhere in my brain that he’s not smacked meas hard as last time. He caresses my backside again, trailing his palm across my skin andover my underwear.Why’s he not removed my panties? Then his palm disappears, and he brings it downagain. I groan as the sensation spreads. He starts a pattern: left to right and then down.The down ones are the best. Everything moving forward, inside me… and in between eachsmack he caresses me, kneads me – so I am massaged inside and out. It’s such a stimulating,erotic feeling, and for some reason, because this is on my terms, I don’t mind the pain.It’s not painful as such – well it is, but not unbearable. It’s somehow manageable, and yespleasurable… even. I groan. Yes, I can do this.He pauses as he slowly peels my panties down my legs. I writhe on his legs, not becauseI want to escape the blows, but I want… more, release, something. His touch againstmy sensitized skin is all sensuous tingle. It’s overwhelming, and he starts again. A few softslaps then building up, left to right and down. Oh, the downs, I groan.“Good girl, Anastasia,” he groans, and his breathing is ragged.