Initiate Me(82)
Smack, smack—he landed a firm blow on each of my butt cheeks. I yelled at the sting of pain which felt unbearably hot against the coldness of my cheeks.
“That’s another one. I told you; not a sound, Mia. Every time you speak or make a sound, it will earn you another penalty.”
Slap, slap.
“But—”
He gave me two more spanks, harder than the first ones. “That’s another one. I’m not joking, angel. No talking and don’t move.”
Slap, slap.
I bit my lip and braced myself. Holy shit, I was on a pool table, almost hanging upside-down, completely naked across a man’s lap as he peppered my arse with slaps. Why wasn’t I humiliated? Why wasn’t I running away?
Because I knew it turned Zane on to epic levels. He was strung so tightly with exhilaration and heady with sexual power. He never hit me hard enough to hurt, just enough so there was no doubt who was in charge.
God. Zane was in charge of everything I had.
Slap, slap.
At some point, I wasn’t even dreading the connection of his big hand to my arse; I anticipated it. I craved it. So much to the point I moaned, not only once but twice.
“That earned you two more, angel.”
Slap, slap.
“This arse is so fucking beautiful, all pink and white.” Slap, slap.
“Pink?” I questioned him. “It feels like it should be red—”
“Dammit, Mia!” he hissed. “I can keep going all night. Stop answering me back. I will tell you when you can talk.”
Slap, slap. His hands smoothed over my heated arse and down between my legs, worming two fingers inside my pussy.
“Fuck, baby, you’re sopping wet. When did this little spanking stop being a punishment?”
I didn’t answer him.
Slap, slap. “Answer me.”
“Damn you, Zane! I wanted to talk the whole time just so you’d keep doing it—”
“Fuck!” he snarled and rolled me over so I was in his arms, holding me like a baby. “Get on your hands and knees. Do it.”
I did as he said and that slight edge of fear, that feeling of the unknown, heightened my excitement.
“Move your knees out wider,” he said.
The felt scraped my knees as I followed his command and he knelt behind me. God, I hoped his pool table was a strong one.
His tongue then bathed the burning marks of my butt cheeks. I whimpered when that wicked tongue of his traced the crack of my arse down to my tailbone and back up again. The head of his cock connected with my pussy briefly before he impaled it in one hard stroke.
“Zane—”
He smacked my arse twice, but he didn’t speak; he just gripped my hips and methodically fucked me. Slow and shallow. Sweat poured from me, from him. My body shook; his body shook. I couldn’t stand it because it felt so damn good, but he was purposely holding us both off from orgasm as long as possible. I knew if he deepened or lengthened the thrusts, it’d send both of us soaring.
“I’m too far gone to be gentle, angel,” he said gruffly. He increased his pace until I splintered into a thousand pieces, and he soon followed with a grunt. He stretched his chest to my sweaty back, caging me in his arms. He sank his teeth into my nape, sending goose bumps in a wave across my skin.
I sighed in complete contentment.
“Have you had enough? Or do you want to see if you can go a couple more rounds and see if you end up in the penalty box?”
“What’s the penalty box?”
He whispered, “The spa bath.”
Ooh. That could be interesting. “But—”
“That’s one,” he warned.
“I really don’t think it’s fair, though. You get to—”
“Do you want to keep going?”
I kept quiet.
Zane then helped me to my feet and kissed me with exquisite tenderness.
“Are we done playing games?” I asked him.
“I figured we were, why?”
I casually teased him by murmuring, “Have I ever told you how long I can hold my breath under water?” There was a stunned silence. “But if we’re done...” I shrugged as I spun on my heel to walk off.
Before I could, Zane scooped me up and headed upstairs for the spa bath. “Oh, angel, we are so not done yet. Not by a long shot.”
I gasped as he nipped at my earlobe and we both stared into one another’s eyes.
“I love you.” We spoke the words together.
One voice, one heart and one future.