Ruthless Creatures by J.T. Geissinger

I’m already wet between my legs. My heartbeat is
zooming. My nipples are tight and aching.
I whisper, “I want it harder.”
He exhales an uneven breath. Against my belly, his cock
throbs.
“Ready?”
“Yes.”
The blow lands on my left cheek. It’s stronger than the
others, edging closer to painful, but the heat that blooms over
my skin in its wake makes me moan.
I close my eyes and shift restlessly on his lap, waiting for
another.
Waiting and wanting.
His voice is a soothing caress to my fevered brain. “Talk to
me, baby. How are you feeling?”
“Good.”
“Use the colors.”
“Green.”
He squeezes my tender flesh, stroking down from my butt
to the top of my thigh, gently fondling me there, then moving
his hand to my other leg and sliding it back up. My entire ass
feels hot and exquisitely sensitive, primed to his touch.
“I’m gonna do five, then stop and ask you how you are
again. Ready?”
My answer is a faint whimper.
His voice hardens. “Natalie. Are you ready?”
When I whisper, “Yes,” he unleashes a series of sharp,
stinging slaps on my ass, using the same pressure as the last
one. My whole butt jiggles with each blow.
It feels incredible.
Dirty, biting, and incredible. My entire lower body throbs
with heat. I moan louder, rocking my hips.