The Alpha’s Desire 4(37)

“Good. I want you to enjoy this as much as I’m going to. Just can’t stop staring at you. Can you feel me just looking? Because, man, am I feeling things from you, such heightened emotions.”

 

 

 

He trailed a finger down my spine, lightly, letting it move over the crack of my ass, making me squirm. This sudden, intense desire took me. My magic surged, making me feel like I might internally combust at any moment.

 

 

 

“You must like that, from the subtle glow forming over your skin. It makes you even more beautiful and sexy if possible. I might start calling you my little lightning bug.”

 

 

 

“Don’t, okay? I need to learn to control it,” I said, not angry at all, more playing along with the moment as much as simply stating the truth. “Of course, I usually tend not to get angry or this excited in public, where anyone would see it.”

 

 

 

“You will learn to control it. But, for now, concentrate on me, and only me, this moment,” he said, reiterating my new motto right before he took a little swipe at my ass.

 

 

 

I clenched, my hips moving forward as the slight sting shot straight through my pussy, arousing me further, as I was already wanting him buried deep inside of me. This was going to be the sweetest torture ever, as we had all kinds of time.

 

 

 

“Ah, the woman does like that, a good spanking,” he said, running that finger over my slick folds before his hand left me again. “Tell me what you like about it. Do you like to be disciplined,” he said, his hand coming down harder this time on just my right cheek.

 

 

 

My breath whooshed out of my lungs as I tensed up, riding out the glorious feel of the sting and warmth followed by a burst of trembling pleasure. I wasn’t real sure what I liked about it, but I stuck my ass out for more.

 

 

 

“I don’t think that is it,” I sighed, then bit my lip, waiting for more as he tested my wetness again, sliding that finger over me.

 

 

 

“Then maybe I should spank you until you can figure it out. Wasn’t how I had planned to start, but I can adjust.”

 

 

 

“Maybe,” I replied, every part of my body wanting more of his big hand to come down on my generous ass. All I wanted more was for him to play between my folds again.

 

 

 

When his hand landed on my left cheek, I threw my head back, feeling my long locks swoosh along my back. As if he’d read my mind, with the hand that had just hit me resting on that warm spot, his other hand reached around to my front. His fingers rubbed over me, pressed together, and pushed hard. I whimpered, imagining his hard cock pushing into me. I throbbed to have him. In my mind’s eye, I could see his massive biceps, his muscular thighs, and his hard erection.

 

 

 

As his hand behind me came down on me again, this time in the middle of my ass, he rubbed against the sting, and at the same time he let his fingers on my folds slip inside. He fondled my opening, his fingers playing me, yet not moving in as he spanked me again. Spread so open, there was very little room to even move. No escape. Not that I wanted one, but the vulnerability I found absolutely delightful. As he rained down his hand a few more times, increasing the power behind each blow, his thumb and forefinger found my clit, and rubbed it with enough force to make me pump my hips. His next spanks came in a quick succession then, as he let me press my hips forward, coming to his fingers that then massaged my clit relentlessly.

 

 

 

I panted and moaned as the first orgasm hit me fast, shaking me to my core. With each contraction, I cried out a little, careful not to be too loud, but unable to keep completely quiet either. As I continued to shake, he continued to play with my clit, not letting the pleasure end until I begged him to stop.

 

 

 

When I sagged a little, I felt his big, hard body against mine. His arm held me firmly against him, giving me a reprieve, yet not untying me. Guess he had more plans for me. I got my breathing regulated, stabilized my legs again, and sensing this, he pulled away. I could hear him undressing, and wished I could see, even if it was only his amber and golden eyes.

 

 

 

After some swishing of fabric, I felt his cheek against mine. “You figure out that reasoning yet?” he asked. “Can you tell me why you like to be spanked, as I know you are not a bad girl.”

 

 

 

“Maybe I want to be one only for you. But no, it isn’t a discipline thing. It’s intensity. I think it is the intensity of the feeling; it takes all the other things I’m already feeling... being naked, being touched by you, and it amplifies them.”