WINDY CITY: The complete series by Stone Measha

Author:Stone, Measha
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Black Heart Publications
Published: 2020-02-24T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 25

When Alex returned, rubber paddle and cane in hand, he found Alyssa’s wide eyes glued to him. Her lips moved, but he couldn’t make out what she was saying.

The rubber paddle dropped to the bed next to where she stood with a heavy thud, the cane made no sound at all as it lightly landed. He kept his eyes on her. Her words finally registered. She was counting.

"How are you doing?" he asked as his fingers ran down her bare back.

"Okay."

"Counting the number of ways you're going to thank me later for your spanking?" he teased, and her muscles relaxed beneath his fingers. "The cane can be just as pleasurable as anything else."

"I've heard that myth before," she whispered, not meeting his eyes.

He gave a soft chuckle. "I promise, if you don't like it, say your safeword and it all stops."

She rested her head back on the post. "Okay. I can do that."

He ran his hands through her hair, combing it down her back until her muscles eased beneath his touch.

Sweeping her hair across her shoulder, he kissed her neck. "Just relax and enjoy." He trailed his hand down her arm to her hip and changed direction until his fingers found her moist heat. "Damn, Alyssa," he whispered into her ear. "So wet."

A soft groan escaped her lips as he intensified his touch and rubbed her slick clit. As her body settled into the pleasure he created, he used his right hand to begin delivering swats to her untouched backside. His cupped hand brought only sensual slaps to her delicious cheeks while he warmed her skin for the paddle.

"This is nice," she breathed as he stroked her clit and began to delve into her folds.

"Do you know how hard my dick is right now?" He kissed her shoulder. "All I want to do is bury myself inside you."

She peered at him through half hooded eyes. "Why don't you?" A reasonable question. Why was he torturing himself?

"Ah, my dear Alyssa, then we would have skipped the race and jumped over the finish line." He placed another kiss to her shoulder and increased the speed and force of the swats. "Your ass isn’t white anymore. In case you were wondering." He pulsated his finger over her clit. "It's a warm rose, and perfectly ready for my paddle." He pulled his hand away from her cunt. Her pout couldn’t have been more beautiful.

Taking the opportunity, he stripped off his shirt before he grabbed the paddle. The air conditioning was working fine, but the sight of her before him heated his skin. The rubber paddle pressed against her took up half of her bottom. His fingers found her clit again, and he thrust two fingers inside her. The first swat of the paddle resonated throughout the room, as well as her gasp—either from the thrust of his fingers or the sting of the paddle. Either way, he grinned and delivered another swat. Each stroke came with a thrust of his fingers. Soon, she was arching her back, taking more of both, sighing and moaning with pleasure.

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