Ace smoothed his hands over my bottom, kneading the thickest part. With one hand, he found the snap of my thong and popped it open so he could have access to all of me. With his big hands on my naked ass, he spread my cheeks apart, and I could feel him staring at the tight bud between them.

He made a rumbly, growling noise and I nearly came on the spot. I’m not sure why it spoke to me so deeply, but it did. My body responded by getting so wet, the moisture began to coat my inner thighs. I should be mortified that he was looking at me there. But I wanted him to look. Look, and maybe even touch.

“I’m going to fuck you in every hole, babe,” he fervently promised. “When I’m done with you, you’re going to be dripping with my cum, begging for me to bite you and mark you as my woman.”

The old me would have been horrified by this statement, but from this man, it caused my stomach to clench excitedly.

“Tell me how much you want my cock and cum,” he demanded, squeezing my ass hard now.

“I want it, Ace,” I answered breathily, his name sounding like a gasp on my lips.

He gave my rear a firm whack and I started. “I said tell me you want my cock and cum. Say it! All of it, or I won’t give it to you.”

My heart beat faster as I absorbed what had just happened. No man had ever spanked me before. I hadn’t been prepared for what it would feel like. Or what it would do to me.

I hesitated, trying to decide where to go from here. My inaction caused Ace to spank me a second time. This time even harder than the first. Clenching my cheeks, I tried to lunge forward but Ace snagged my hips and growled his disapproval.

“Don’t move, babe. You need this. You crave it,” he soothed, before delivering four more quick, sharp ‘thwaps’ to my bottom, each successive strike more stinging than the last.

Denying his words, even though they held a ring of truth to them, I began to wildly buck against his hold. I was a modern woman! I didn’t like things like spankings and men ordering me about. That was only for my romance novels, books I read late at night when no one was watching or judging.

My rebellion earned me even more of the same. Each time his large palm landed on my rear it was more powerful than the last.

Ace took a seat on my bed then and dragged me over his lap, yanking up the unsnapped part of my bodysuit so he had full access to my rear. “I’ve waited far too long to do this.”

Far too long? We’d only just met! But those thoughts were quickly driven out of my head as Ace began to spank my bare ass and my skin began to burn something fierce from his perceived overdue discipline.

I fought it for as long as I could, but slowly, I let go and began to accept my fate. To my horror, my pussy was weeping with desire. My juices were so abundant, I knew they must be soaking the front of Ace’s jeans by now.

When I didn’t think I could take any more, I whimpered, and Ace stopped. His hand smoothed over the reddened skin, bringing some measure of comfort to my abused flesh, but he kept me over his lap.

Ace openly sniffed the air and growled. His fingers dipped between my legs and began teasing the entrance to my sex.

“Fuck, Cat! You’re so wet, you might even be able to take my knot tonight.”