His hand came down on my ass,not hard enough to hurt, but enough to warm. I have a yelp that was abruptly cut off when his hand lingered, stroking the red mark he left behind. " You like that?" I wanted to smoke but controlled it, fearful he would see it and think I ws laughing at him. There was a hint of pleading in his question . He was hoping beyond hope that I liked his palm smacking me, because he clearly liked it very much. I stretched my hands down over his back and scraped my fingernails over his ass, which clenched in reaction. " I adore it," I purred. The room spun around me as he tossed me on the bed , and them he was there, aroused and bending over me. " Really?" " Really," I drew my leg up, sliding it over his muscular thigh. " Would you like to do it again?" Small white lines formed around his mouth. " Yes." I craned up, touching my nose to his. " How many times have you jerked off, thinking of spanking my ass?" A shudder ran through him. " Too many." " Was I a bad little slut in these fantasies?" He closed his eyes and inhaled,deep and slow. " I don't like that word." " What word?" He kicked his lips ,his shoulders tensing. " Slut." " You seem to. In this context." He opened his eyes, confusion darkening them. " I do." I could tease him,but there wasn't a single bone in my body eager to send him into a shame spiral. " Doesn't make you a hipocrite. You like it because it makes me horny" I rubbed my nose against his. " There's no shame in being turned on by what turns your partner on." He didn't respond for a long moment. Finally his muscles relaxed, enough for me to feel safe about slipping back into the eroticism of the moment. " You didn't answer me. Was I a bad little slut in those fantasies?" His smile was tight, but genuine. " You're always a little slut in my fantasies." A dark thrill shot through me,I wanted those lips to form every dirty word in every language. Can he do that in one night? I shook off my depressing reminder of our fleeting engagement. " Engage in reality." " In reality..." He ran his hand down my side,ticked it under my back, and easily flipped me over,onto my stomach. " You're more than I could have ever imagined." I arched my bottom so it was high in the air and stretched my arms out like a lazy cat. His hands coasted down my spine and over the curve of my buttocks. He hesitated there,his palms weighing my flesh . I pressed back against him,eager. " You've already fucked my ass. Don't be shy about spanking it." " Not shy," he murmured,his full attention on my bottom. " Savoring." The first blow made me rock forward and cry out,my head swimming with the heat of his touch. I glanced over my shoulder and found him staring at his hand, as if he didn't know who's it was. " Again," I said,low. His gaze met mine ,and it was filled with such fierce exultation,I wanted to cry. Yes. This. This was what had hummed below his quiet facade. He landed another, harder blow,and my head jerked forward and dipped ,my breath catching in my throat. Again and again ,he slapped me,until my bottom was surely cherry red,and then his hand smoothed over my ass, easing below to find my pussy wet and inviting. He growled at the feel of me, grasped my legs, and pushed me onto my back. His cock drove inside me, and I gasped. He paused,droplets of sweat making their way down his tense face. " Does it hurt?" " Yeah." He started to ease out ,but stopped when I continued speaking. " I like it when it hurts a little." Dark excitement flared in his eyes as he slipped into our fluid give and take of power,his tone turning his next words into a tease of concern. " Is your ass sore?" I arched my hips, eager for him to continue thrusting. He complied,albeit slowly. Far too slowly. " Inside and out. Thanks to you." His lips opened, a rush of air escaping. His cock grew harder ,the muscles in his arms flexing as his hips picked up speed. I spread my legs wider so I can take him deeper. He angled his body so he could see more of my face and body, alternating between my eyes,my lips, the jiggle of my breasts as he fucked me. " You love to observe everything,don't you," I purred. " I want to make sure none of this ever leaves my memory." I ignored the shot of exultation those words brought and palmed his ass. He pulled back farther,made his thrusts slower,more explicit, allowing me to savor the sight of his thick cock,wet from my juices when he went balls- deep. His hands dipped between us,his fingers unerringly finding my clit. " That first time in your office," he spoke ,his words almost soundless. " Do you remember when my mouth was between your legs?" Like I could ever forget. Bit I wouldn't lose a prime opportunity for pushing him. " Where between my legs? Be specific." His cock hit a spot that made my whole body clench. Ridiculously attuned to my reactions, he dragged his hips back and forth in short strokes. " When I was eating this sweet pussy, licking every inch. Tongue fucking it. Sucking on your clit." Oh. Yes. He had the makings of an excellent dirty talker. His strokes shortened even more,so he was barely moving,simply agitating that bundle of nerves deep inside me. " Do you remember?" I bit my lip and whimpered. " Yeah." " I thought there couldn't be anything better than tasting you right there." He punctuated every word with a thrust. " And now?" He gave me a fierce ,half- crazed smile, " There's nothing better than fucking you." " Am I the best fuck you've ever had?" His thrusts grew faster,less coordinated. " You know you are." " Have I ruined you for all women?" My greatest fear. My greatest desire. His eyes were unfocused as he slammed into me, his slippery fingers rubbing my clit so hard I couldn't make sense of anything. I was concentrating so intensely on my rushing orgasm I barely made out his response,hissed through set teeth as he fucked me. " Yes."