Taming Emma(13)

She gasped, her hands quickly moving to his chest.

“Every inch,” he said, letting that finger trace the space between her vagina and her anus until it brushed over the latter. “I’m going to spank you now, Emma. Are you ready for me to spank you?” His voice was pure sensuality.

“But I haven’t done anything…”

“I think signing a contract with Damien counts as something. You could potentially have put yourself in a very dangerous situation.”

She lowered her eyes; he was right.

“But even without that, I’d like to spank you anyway, purely for my pleasure. To be honest, I’m hard just thinking about it,” he said, his voice just a little darker, just a little more quiet, more…dominant. “Tell me, Emma,” he said, twirling a long lock of her hair around his finger. “Would you like me to spank you?” he asked, teasing, turning her around by her hair. “Will you lie across my lap? Offer me your pretty little ass? I can assure you,” he said, pulling her backwards to his chest, his mouth close to her ear, “I’m not as clumsy as your little Damien.”

She made a sound.

“In fact,” he continued while he walked back to the sofa, still holding onto her, not allowing an inch of space between them. “I think I’ll spank you twice daily, since we have limited time. Once in the morning, after breakfast of course, and once in the evening. What do you think?” he asked, settling himself on the seat and turning her so she stood between his legs facing him. He held both her hands, his thumbs softly caressing her palms, her wrists, while he waited.

She didn’t know how to answer. What did he want her to say? What could she say while he stared up at her, his eyes smiling, knowing, while she stood naked, waiting for him to pull her over his knee?

He squeezed her wrists. “Emma?” he asked. “Do you need to be spanked daily? Twice daily?”

She nodded a slow nod. “Yes,” her voice was just a whisper. “Yes, Sir. If that’s what you think.”

“You are a very good girl. Come,” he said, settling her over his lap so that her torso rested on the sofa beside him. Her legs were draped over one of his and he swung the other over the backs of her thighs, holding her firm. “Put your hands over your head,” he said.

She didn’t dare look back as she obeyed, imagining how she looked as he shifted her position slightly, adjusting the angle of her hips, pressing just a bit harder against her legs to lift her ass to the sky. He was still for a few moments and she was tempted to turn. When she did, she found him looking at her, just taking in the sight of her naked body sprawled across his lap, willingly offered to him to do with as he pleased. His eyes met hers and the lust she saw there made her heart quicken. With his left hand he caressed her back, pressing just a little between her shoulder blades, letting her know that she would only rise once he allowed her to.

With his other hand he caressed the backs of her thighs, her buttocks. So gentle, so soft were his hands. Right up until the first spank landed.

It forced the breath from her, the sound of his hand meeting her flesh louder than she imagined, the pain a sharp, quick stinging that transformed into a tingling sensation across the flesh of her ass. He caressed her for a moment before striking again, this time several spanks in succession falling over both cheeks equally. She made some noise and wiggled her bottom, unable not to.

“Shhh…” he coaxed, petting the now sensitive flesh. “I’m just warming you up, baby,” he said.

When he started again, she struggled and his free hand pressed between her shoulder blades as his leg tightened over hers. Ignoring her struggles, he continued to spank her, alternately caressing her buttocks, which she was sure by now were bright pink if not red.

“Please,” she begged after an exceptionally painful series. She hugged her arms beneath her chest, knowing if she didn’t, she’d reach back to cover her buttocks.

He was right; Damien was clumsy in comparison and that was putting it mildly. Luke’s hands on her felt good. The spanking hurt, no question, but it also sent heat straight to her sex and she could feel the slick moisture collect between her thighs as he continued to punish her, not letting up, not easing the power behind the strokes.

His hard cock dug into her belly while he continued and tears sprung from her eyes. She lost track of how many strokes he’d delivered after the first thirty she’d counted. “Please, Luke…”

“That mistake will cost you,” he said, his voice hoarse, hard. “This is the end, last ten,” he said, smoothing his hands over her burning buttocks. “Count them out loud.”