Red_Roses_and_Black_Dahlias_-_Macy_T

Pushing himself off the window, he walked towards me slowly, almost
like a predator seeking his prey. Somehow I loved it.
When he came close enough, his hand grasped my throat in a soft grip and
made me look up at him. My heart of hearts was beating so fast at that
moment, a mix of excitement, wonder, surprise, and something else I couldn't
quite decipher.
“I don’t give a shit if you’re mad at me, Sofia. I am never spending
another night away from you. Matter of fact, I’m never even going to bed
while one of us is angry at the other. Life is too fucking short, and I’ll be
damned if the last thing we said to each other were curse words or dumb
threats we didn't even mean.”
I didn’t know what to answer. The restlessness I was feeling was still
here, still aching, and I didn’t know what to do with it. It yearned for a fight,
it yearned to let out some of the tension that had been accumulating for the
last few weeks. It just didn’t know how.
So I just glared at him as my brain kept on roaming for something to throw
his way but to no avail.
He seemed to notice my brain going a hundred miles per hour and bent
down so that his head was at the same level as mine. He whispered against
my lips and it took all I had not to give in and slam my lips against his.
“Don’t make me put you over my knee, baby.” My mouth fell agape and
all of a sudden, everything made sense.
The ache somehow eased as the words left his mouth and I swear I could
have moaned out loud at how tempting it sounded.
That was what I needed. The rush, the adrenaline, the fucking catharsis it
gave me the first time I experienced it.
I was yearning for another spanking.