Page 27 of Coerced Kiss

Giving her a foretaste of what’s to come, I prepare her for a more intimate touch by dragging my hand over her ass. She shivers at the light contact. I caress both cheeks, learning their shape and firmness with my palm. Instead of relaxing her, the soft exploration turns her stiffer than a wooden doll.

That’s enough. Now that she knows how my hand feels on her ass, I grip the elastic of her panties and pull them down to expose her naked skin. She shudders and drags in a sharp breath, but she doesn’t let go of her dress. She clings to the fabric with a newfound tension that draws her body tight. I won’t hesitate to remind her that she chose this, twisting her words and using them to my advantage.

I want a spanking.

Because I’m more than ready to deliver.

Leaving her with at least some of her modesty intact, I stop just before baring her pussy. I prefer to unwrap my gifts slowly.I like to make the enjoyment last. Her ass is even prettier than the picture I conjured in my mind, her globes round little melons and her skin pearly white.

The moment I touch her without the barrier of cotton between us, I know I’m not going to walk out of here without busting a load. Her skin is like silk under my calloused palms. The way she trembles only excites me more.

“Ready?” I ask, my voice hoarse as I knead her naked ass cheeks.

I don’t expect an answer. The question serves as a warning, preparing her before I anchor her to the table with one hand on her lower back while bringing the other down on her ass.

The slap of my palm on her right cheek reverberates with a sharp lash in the room. She hollows her back, lifting her upper body off the table, but she doesn’t utter a chirp or move her hands from her sides.

Good girl.

The imprint of my fingers leaves a pretty shade of pink on her milky skin. The sight does something to me. It makes me want more. More of her.

Two down. I only have eight chances left to play with her and to bring us both somewhere neither of us intended to go. I certainly didn’t envision the ending I’m heading toward when I started this game. I only wanted to see how hot she could make me. Losing my control wasn’t part of the deal. I just can’t help myself when it comes to my new possession.

“Ready?”

And this time, I do want an answer, because it matters. It matters, because the rules have changed.

“Just get it over with,” she says, gracing me with a fleeting but no less cutting look.

“If that’s what you want,” I say with a smile, devouring the canvas in front of me with my eyes.

Soon, her porcelain skin will glow red.

I’m mindful of my strength when I deliver the next blow, swatting her left globe. She sucks air through her teeth. I’m going easy on her, the sting in my slaps mild. If I wanted to, I could’ve had her in tears by now, begging me to stop. But that’s not what I want. I want her to beg menotto stop.

I give her a second to breathe before I tan her right cheek again.

Three.

Her left cheek.

Four.

At five, I go faster, my rhythm no longer timed to give her a pause to drag in air but rather to steal her breath. She arches her back with every slap I deliver. The burn warms my palm, a delicious heat tingling down my spine and drawing my balls tight. What a sight she is with her panties pulled down and her ass painted red with my handprint.

At eight, I stop. The only sound she gives me is a shaky exhale. When I smooth a hand over her lower back, the tight set of her shoulders eases a little. That only lasts until I drag a finger to the top of her crack. She freezes when I trace that line from the top. Goosebumps run over her ass and her thighs, contracting her skin.

“What—” she starts, but her words are cut short when I reach her dark hole.

Her spine looks ready to snap as I part her cheeks and bury my finger between them to brush lightly over the pucker of her asshole. I run circles over the sphere of muscles, learning it’s rosebud shape as she lies perfectly still.

I’ve been with women who were into anal sex. I know how to stimulate and prepare a female body well. I know just how much pressure to apply to tease. Anya’s sharp intake confirms that I haven’t lost my skills. She’s apprehensive, a little scaredperhaps, but the way she pushes back a tad tells me she’s also curious.

I keep my touch light, rubbing that spot gently.

“Saverio,” she says, stammering over the syllables of my name.

The laziness of my tone is designed to mask the urgency that drives me hard. “What is it,tesoro?”