The second smack connected with only one cheek, the third bringing a sting to the other. Fourth and fifth used more force, no doubt leaving marks on her bare ass.
“What a sweet little bottom you have, Mia,” he muttered before smacking it a sixth time.
If someone had told her she would enjoy getting the hell spanked out of her, she would’ve told them they were insane. But here she was, completely at Jackson’s mercy, growing more and more aroused each time his palm connected with her bu**ocks.
The seventh slap elicited a soft moan from her lips. The eighth had her wiggling her bottom in anticipation for the ninth. Number ten was the hardest yet, slicing the air with a loud thwacking noise and bringing a dull ache to her butt.
Jackson’s mocking voice echoed in the room. “What number are we on? I seem to have forgotten.”
She couldn’t get a word out thanks to the arousal clamped around her throat.
“What number?” he repeated sternly, his free hand tugging on her hair.
“Eleven,” she panted out. “Eleven!”
“Good girl.” He spanked her again, then rubbed away the ache with the light graze of his fingertips. “Now count it out, sugar.”
She was gasping for air now. “I…can’t.”
“And why is that, Mia?”
His palm struck her flesh and she shuddered uncontrollably. “Because I’m so turned on I can’t concentrate!”
“Don’t care. You’re countin’ it out. Starting now.”
The number “twelve” flew out of her mouth on his next hard stroke.
“Thatta girl.”
Another smack.
Her head started to spin. “Thirteen.”
And another one.
“Fourteen.”
Her ass was on fire. So was her pu**y. Every inch of her, in fact, sizzled with overpowering need that had her seeing stars.
In between fifteen and sixteen, Jackson hooked his finger beneath the thin strap of her thong and tugged hard, causing the lacy fabric to tighten over her sex.
Mia moaned as a shockwave surged through her clit.
On the seventeenth smack, he tore the thong right off her body, muttered something about “replacin’ it” and skimmed one finger along the crease of her ass.
“Eighteen,” she wheezed, already anticipating—craving—the next one.
But he threw her for a loop—number nineteen was infinitely gentle, swiftly followed by him pushing his finger into her sopping-wet channel.
“Oh God!” Pleasure blasted into her, nearly knocking her out of his lap.
His finger disappeared so quickly she almost broke down in tears.
“I said count, Mia. No other commentary allowed.” He chuckled. “That’s five more.”
Her brain turned to mush. She didn’t know what he was doing to her and she didn’t care. All she knew was that it felt so good. So f**king good.
The erotic assault continued, fierce whacks intermingled with Jackson’s fingers teasing her pu**y, stroking her slit, tickling her labia, flicking her clit. When they neared the end of the countdown, he shifted on the mattress, and suddenly she felt something cold and foreign probing her entrance.
The dildo. Oh sweet Lord.
He pushed the tip of the sex toy inside her just as his palm stung her ass again. On the second-to-last smack, he wedged the dildo in farther. On the final one, the toy was buried deep inside her.
Mia had no fricking clue why she hadn’t come yet. God knew she was wet enough. Achy enough. She was ready to combust as she lay there draped over him, her ass sticking up in the air like a sacrificial offering.
“Oh, sugar, you should see your bottom right now. Bright red and so goddamn pretty. Do you want to come, Mia? I think you do, huh?”
She groaned in response.
Jackson slowly pulled out the dildo so only the tip filled her core. He twisted it around a couple of times, his movements utterly indolent, thoughtful even.
“Silly me,” he murmured. “I seem to have neglected your ass.”
Confusion settled in, forming a question on her lips—because hadn’t he just tormented the living daylights out of her ass?—but she didn’t get the opportunity to voice it. An agonized moan ripped out instead, as Jackson’s finger found her anus, breached the puckered ring of muscle and plunged right through it. He wasted no time driving the sex toy back into her core, f**king her hard with it while he fingered her ass**le with the same merciless tempo.
Mia must have blacked out. She didn’t remember climaxing, wasn’t sure how she got on her back, didn’t know how Jackson’s c**k had wound up inside her, but her limp muscles and the unbearable pleasure pricking her flesh told her she’d come, and come hard. And then it was happening again, a rush of bliss overtaking her as his muscular body moved over hers.
“Fuck, oh f**k yeah. I’m gonna come,” he grunted, and then his head dipped down and their mouths met in a blistering kiss.
His tongue devoured her mouth, his lips staying locked with hers through his entire climax. Mia’s pulse drummed loudly in her ears as the heat of his release soaked her aching channel. His piercing—that goddamn incredible piercing—hit her sweet spot as he shuddered on top of her, adding to the delicious sensations already wreaking havoc on her body.
She would never get used to it. The bone-melting pleasure, the intensity, the feeling of pure liberation that consumed her whenever this man had his way with her.
Temporary, her brain reminded her.