Rush

gone.
    Shakily, she rose and he went to the bed to sit. He scooted tothe headboard, leaning back against the pillows, and then he held out his hand to
     her. She climbed onto the bed, and hesitantly took his hand. He pulled her across
     his lap, positioning her facedown, her belly over his thighs so her ass was perched
     within easy reach.
    He caressed the plump cheeks, rubbing lightly over the entire expanse of flesh.
    “Twenty blows, Mia. I expect you to count them. At the end, you will thank me for
     spanking you and then I’m going to fuck your brains out.”
    Her mind exploded with
whoa
and
what the fuck
and
oh, yes please
. All at the same time. She was crazy. There was no other explanation for it.
    The first smack startled her and she let out a brief exclamation. She wasn’t sure
     if it was because it hurt or if it just surprised her.
    “You get one more now,” he said grimly. “Count them out, Mia.”
    Oh shit.
    He rubbed his hand over her ass and then the next smack came.
    “One,” she choked out.
    “Very good,” he purred.
    He soothed the area with his palm and then smacked a different part of her ass. She
     nearly forgot to say the count and rushed to say, “Two,” before he tacked on yet another.
    Her entire ass tingled and after the initial burn, arousal hummed, sweet and deep,
     coiling in her belly. Her pussy clenched, and she shifted restlessly to alleviate
     the unrelenting ache.
    Three. Four. Five. By the time she got to a dozen, she was breathless, overheated.
     Squirming all over Gabe’s lap. His caresses drove her insane. A contrast to the harder
     blows of his hand. And yet he never struck her too hard. He used just enough bite
     to deliver the edge, and by the sixteenth blow, she was begging for…more. Harder.
    Her entire ass was on fire, but the burn was beautiful. Intensely pleasurable. Never
     before had she experienced anything like it. She was so close to orgasm, and she would
     have never dreamed that she could achieve release with a mere spanking. Or that she
     would actually revel in the experience.
    “Be still and don’t you dare come,” Gabe warned. “You have two more, and if you orgasm,
     I’ll damn well make sure you don’t enjoy the next spanking nearly as much.”
    Sucking in a deep breath, she closed her eyes and made her entire body go tense, staving
     off the orgasm that threatened to swallow her whole.
    “Nineteen,” she said, so breathless it came out as a whisper.
    “Louder,” he demanded.
    “Twenty!”
    Oh God, it was over. She sagged onto the bed, her entire body heaving with exertion,
     from the pressure of holding her breath and working desperately not to come. Her pussy
     was on fire. It was as if he’d spanked her there, as if she’d felt every single swat
     to her clit. It pulsed and tightened and she knew if he were to so much as breathe
     on it, she would go off like a rocket.
    And it pissed her off. Her lack of control. The fact that he’d made her love something
     she should find abhorrent.
    He let her lie there a moment, until her breathing calmed and she didn’t lurk so close
     to the edge of release. Then he gently lifted her and rolled her to her back. He came
     with her, looming over her as he yanked at his fly and at his clothing.
    His mouth found her breasts, tugging with his lips, sucking as he wrestled with his
     clothing. When his shirt came off, she expected him to spread her and fuck her hard,
     but instead he levered himself off the bed and then took hold of her legs, pulling
     her to the edge of the bed.
    He spread her legs, positioned his cock at her entrance andstared down at her with intense, glittering eyes. “Enjoy your spanking, Mia?”
    “Fuck you,” she said rudely, still pissed over her reaction. He unsettled her. He
     made her question everything about herself, and she didn’t like that feeling one bit.
    His jaw tightened at the blatant disrespect in her voice. “No, Mia darling. That’s
     fuck
you
.”
    He pushed in deep with one forceful shove. She gasped and arched her back, her hands
     balling into tight fists, clenching the covers with her fingers.
    “Thank me for spanking you,” he said.
    “Go to hell.”
    He withdrew, pulling out until just the head of his cock rimmed her entrance, stretching
     and teasing.
    “Wrong answer,” he purred. “Say thank you and make it pretty.”
    “Just do it. Finish it,” she said, her desperation mounting. She didn’t want to be
     this weak, begging person,