“I don’t want to hurt you, baby.”
“Please, Logan.”
I need to feel that it isn’t the last time. I want it to be one of our normal times—the best version of normal there is.
He sighs. “Close your eyes.”
I feel his hands slide under my dress, reaching up for my tits as his tongue continues to lave at my folds. It circles around my clit, his teeth nipping at it and sending sparks up through my core, while his fingers rub and flick over my nipples, stiffening them into hard peaks. His light touch turns a little harder as he pinches and twists them, while he continues to toy with my clit, alternating between licks and sucks and bites.
It’s not as much pain as usual, but it’s enough that soon, I’m rolling my hips, grinding into his mouth, my legs shaky with the orgasm that courses through me and makes my toes tingle.
“That wasn’t the best orgasm of your life,” he says, pulling away from my face and licking my arousal from his lips.
“It was one of them,” I lie.
It’s hard to have the best orgasm of your life when you’re wondering if that life will soon be taken away from you.
Even harder when my body is not throbbing with pain.
I don’t know what that says about me. Nothing good, I guess. Logan was right to call me a little pain slut—that’s what I am, but only for him.
“You’re a little liar, aren’t you?” he teases, his voice suddenly thick with lust.
If I’m a pain slut, then he’s a sadist. We make a good pair. The unserious thought suddenly brings tears to my eyes, reawakening the sense of impending loss I’ve been struggling with.
“Wait till after your punishment to cry, crybaby.”
He sits on the bed beside me.
“A punishment, huh? I thought you weren’t going to hurt me.”
“I changed my mind. Come here, you.”
It’s hard to wrap my mind around the way the knot in my stomach fully eases as he drags me across his lap, his hand stroking up and down my bottom. There’s something very soothing about externalizing my pain.
His hand rubbing my ass lulls me into a state of relaxation that he breaks with a sudden smack to one cheek.
“Oh god.” I stuff my face in my hands, the loudness of the smack making me forget everything else. “They’ll hear, Logan!”
“Let them.” He settles into a fast and hard rhythm, not stopping until my cheeks are numb. And even then he keepsgoing, his hand instead attacking the sensitive flesh between my cheeks and my thighs.
“Fuck, Logan! Fuck!”
I forget all about Everest and Dolores on the other side of the thin door. Even though I’m used to pain by now, it fuckinghurts. I’m squirming around on his lap, trying to get away from the blows. But he holds me firmly with one hand, and all I can do is open and shut my legs—allowing him to land hard blows on my pussy.
Soon, my mind is shut off to everything but the pain and the wetness it causes between my thighs. And I feel Logan’s stiffness underneath me grow. That only makes my clit ache more, until I’m panting with need.
“Logan… please…please…”
“Are you crying yet, brat?”
“Ye-e-es…”
I sniff loudly, and he at last stops, rubbing out the sting on my ass and before bringing a finger up and down my sore, swollen folds.
“Thatwas definitely one of the worst spankings of my life. Or, I guess, best.”
He chuckles, folding me in his arms and kissing me. “You’re my good girl, aren’t you?” he purrs against my lips. “My very good girl. And that’s just what you’ll be for the rest of our life.”