Instead, he pulls back his hand and spanks me.
I let out a soft gasp, surprised. He smiles at me. “Sorry, did that hurt?” he asks.
“No,” I say, “you just surprised me.”
“Good.” He spanks me again, this time harder. I gasp, and it actually does hurt. “What about that?” he asks.
“That hurt a little bit,” I say.
“Perfect.” He spanks me again and again. It stings, but it’s dulled by the intensity of the moment. I’m completely at this man’s mercy and he’s spanking me like a disobedient child.
“This is part of your punishment,” he says. “I’m going to spank you until I can see my palm prints in red on both of your perfect white ass cheeks.”
“Ethan,” I groan. “Please. Go easy on me.”
He smiles, and I can tell that he likes that. “I am going easy on you, my pet. Don’t worry.”
He spanks me again and again, making me groan. I try to squirm but I can’t move, can’t get away. It hurts, but not very much. In fact, it’s just the right amount of pain, cutting through the insane sexual chemistry I’m feeling. I want him to take me so badly, but each new spank is intensely erotic in a way I’ve never felt before.
He finishes on the one side then goes around the bed and repeats the procedure.
“I love the feeling of this ass under my palm,” he says. “I like that you’re willing to lay there, moaning and taking it. You’re my pet and you know it, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I gasp, losing myself in the game. “I’m your little pet. And I shouldn’t disobey you.”
“That’s right. This is what happens when you do. I’ll tie you up nice and tight then spank your ass.”
“Ethan,” I gasp when he hits me harder, one last time.
He stops and steps back. He admires my ass, smiling huge. “Perfect,” he says.
I squirm against the ropes again, wanting him to put his hands back on me. He kneels down at the side of the bed and runs his fingers through my hair.
“You want more, don’t you?” he asks softly.
I nod my head, mouth hanging open, and I realize that it’s true. I’m not acting anymore. I want him to touch me. I want his fingers between my legs, his hard cock between my lips.
“Not tonight,” he says, standing.
“What?” I ask, surprised.
“No, not tonight. You don’t deserve it tonight.” He turns and starts walking to the door.
“Wait,” I say. “Ethan. Please.”
He pauses. I can’t see him, but I know he’s nearby. I try to turn my head, but I can’t roll over.
“Please, what?” he asks.
I pause, biting my lip. What do I want, exactly? Do I really want him to touch me? Maybe it’s better if he doesn’t. I could just play along with these games, letting him spoil me. I don’t know what he really wants, and I don’t want to push him away. I don’t want to be greedy. I’m afraid that if I tell him how badly I want to feel him press his body against me, sinking his cock deep between my legs, that I’ll ruin the moment. I don’t want to risk that.
“Don’t leave me,” I say instead, hedging my bet.
I can hear the grin in his voice. “You want me to untie you?”
“Maybe,” I say. “What do you want?”
He pauses and I wish I could see his face. Then he walks back over to me and unties my ankles then my wrists, one after the other.
I sit up on my side, watching him. He puts the silk away in the dresser by the side of the bed then crosses his arms.
“Enough for tonight,” he says. “Dinner is on the cart.” He nods at the cart parked over by the table.
“Okay,” I say, suddenly afraid. Did I do something wrong? I don’t want to displease him, and I definitely don’t want this to be over.
He walks over to me and takes my chin, tilting my head up toward him, and he slowly moves down toward me. I feel a thrill, thinking he’s going to kiss me, but instead he presses his lips against my ear.
“You did well, my pet,” he whispers. “We’ll finish another night.” He moves away and leaves the room before I can say anything.
I hear the door shut and I collapse back onto the bed, practically panting with pent-up desire.
I can’t believe how much I want it. I’ve never felt this way before, ever. Oh sure, I’ve wanted sex before, but not like this. I feel like I’m hanging from a cliff, barely held up by ropes, and all I want is for him to let me fall. It’s dangerous and thrilling and exhilarating.
And I didn’t expect to feel this way. It doesn’t hurt that he’s so damn attractive, but it’s more than that. It’s the way he teases me, taking me a little further but backing off, never giving me what I want. I know he’s in control, even if I don’t want him to be.