Stormy Night Publications Publishers of BDSM and Kink Erotica
I stared at the key he’d left behind, the simple object becoming something much less innocent in a matter of moments.
“You want my cock.”
Was he right?
Deep down, a part of me knew that he was, that he’d seen right through my frustration and veiled anger easily enough to figure out the source of it. My thighs pressed against one another as I imagined what it would be like to have him touch me, let alone fuck me.
My body burned with fire.
In stunned silence, I sat there for several minutes before I managed to push myself up off the couch and wrap my fingers around the key. The cold metal burned against my palm like coal from a blazing fire. As I squeezed it tight, the edges dug into my skin, and I gritted my teeth as I tried to grapple with what had just happened.
“You need a bright red bottom.”
Did he really mean what I thought he meant, that I needed to be spanked?
His hands were enormous, broad, and unmistakably rugged. The memory of his calloused touch held a tantalizing allure. Would it hurt if he smacked my ass? Would I like it, or would I want to claw his eyes out the moment it made contact?
Why did my pussy clench at the thought?
Even as I struggled to contend with this unexpected change, my body surged with heat. I felt too hot in the leggings and form fitting tank top I’d put on this morning. My breasts ached with desire, and my nipples were so hard that they hurt. My clit had been throbbing relentlessly since he’d come into the room, and it hadn’t stopped. Truthfully, it had only gotten worse in his presence. I knew that my panties were really wet, so much so that I’d soaked through the thin material of my pants.
You’re a fucking traitor, pussy.
I tried my best to ignore it all as I stomped upstairs to my bedroom with the key firmly gripped in my palm. I slammed the door behind me and locked it, but I turned back and gritted my teeth as I stared at it.
Would he really be waiting outside my door?
You know he will.
Thus far, Aidan had proven to be a man of his word. Even though he’d been the king of mixed signals, I’d seen the look in his eyes. I’d finally gotten the answer I wanted.
He wanted me. Badly.
I tried to take my mind off it by changing into a pair of pajamas and washing my face, but nothing I did quelled the heat rampaging inside me with wild abandon. Even the soft fabric of my pajama top and bottoms seemed like too much, but they clung to my body and made me feel sexy enough to want to keep them on.
You want him to look at you like that again, don’t you?
I paced back and forth, struggling internally with my indecision for what felt like hours, but when I looked at the bedside clock, it had only been about thirty minutes. My body blazed hotter, and before I knew it, my curiosity got the best of me.
I needed to see if he was out there, or if he’d changed his mind, or if he just wanted to make a fool of me.
The door creaked open under my tentative push, and for a moment, hope soared within me. The soft light spilled into the corridor, casting a soft glow on the hardwood floor outside my room.
My heart skipped a beat as I locked eyes with him. Wearing only a pair of black slacks clasped with a black leather belt, he was the epitome of chiseled masculinity as he leaned against the doorframe of his bedroom across the hall.
I took a long moment to enjoy the decadent sight of him.
The contours of his muscles were etched with precision, every sinew and curve a testament to his strength. His broad shoulders tapered down to a defined waist, the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest a mesmerizing display of power and grace. The play of light and shadow danced over his sculpted, tattooed torso, accentuating the ridges of his abdominal muscles and the lines that traced his hips. As he stood there, the fabric of his sweatpants clung to him, hinting at the raw magnetism that pulsed beneath the surface. The sight of him revealed a potent blend of charisma and masculine confidence that held me spellbound.
The air crackled with a tension that left no room for doubt. His lips were impossibly inviting, a intoxicating blend of temptation and seduction. His eyes held a dark intensity, a promise of forbidden desires that sent a thrilling shiver down my spine.
A very deep part of me wanted to find out what those desires were.
“I thought you might make it until midnight, at least. You’re a very needy girl, aren’t you?” he purred, his every syllable vibrating down my spine.
His gaze swept over me, igniting a trail of heat that traced my every curve. His eyes held a predatory glint, raking up and down my form with a dark, seductive intensity that left me breathless.
“Fuck you…” I blurted out, letting my anger, frustration, and arousal get the best of me.
I couldn’t help it. It was as if he could read me like a book, could see the secrets hidden beneath my skin, and I couldn’t take it. I wasn’t used to being so out of my element, so I didn’t know what to do or say.
“Tell me what you need, princess,” he demanded. His voice held no traces of anger and frustration, unlike mine. Instead, he radiated cool, steadfast confidence, forever calm no matter what came out of my mouth.
Annoyed, I snarled, stomped my foot against the floor, and slammed the door. I pushed my back against it and scowled. His cockiness was exasperating.
Then why is it making your needy little pussy so wet?
I started pacing again, walking back and forth as I resisted the urge to open the door and tell him exactly what I thought. But to be honest, I didn’t really know what to think. On one hand, I was maddeningly aroused, and on the other, I was furious about it. I stared at the clock, watching minute after minute tick by so slowly it was as if time itself had come to a stop.
My heated arousal only grew worse. My nipples pulsed with need, and my core spiraled so tight that my belly started cramping. In a fit to cool myself down, I threw open the French doors, craving the cool touch of the outside air against my flushed skin. The breeze swept over me like a soothing caress, carrying with it the earthy scent of pine and the distant whispers of the lake.
It felt good, but only for so long. Eventually, the building desire in me reached a boiling point. Determined to hold out, I stayed out on the balcony for a long while until it all became too much, and I rushed back inside.
It was one in the morning.
I retreated long enough to prove a point, right?
I crept back towards the door, laying my forehead against it. Heat spiraled through my veins, and my pussy clenched hard.
I did want his cock. I wanted everything those dark eyes promised, and I wanted it tonight.
With a deep breath, I reached for the doorknob and paused. What if he’d left? What if he’d tired of my strong will and given up on me?
I held my breath as my eyes jerked up, searching for him, and I breathed a sigh of relief. He was still there in all his chiseled glory, and for a moment, I allowed myself the decadent sin of feasting on the sight of him for a second time that day.
“Impressive, little girl,” he said with a knowing smirk.
“Can’t you just fuck me without being such an asshole about it?” I asked, sneering at his arrogance while trying to control the rampant arousal racing through my veins.
“I could, but we both know that you wouldn’t come as hard for me,” he answered, his cocky grin growing wider.
“You’re such a fucking bastard!” I exclaimed.
“I know, but that’s what makes your pussy so wet, doesn’t it?” he mused, his gaze penetrating my own with dark intensity. I gritted my teeth and moved back into my doorway. While keeping his knowing stare locked with mine, I slammed the door in his face once again.
With an exasperated shriek, I smashed my back against the solid door, a deliberate attempt to use it as an anchor as I battled with myself over whether to open it again and give into that cocky, infuriatingly sexy arrogance. Every fiber of my being longed to bridge the gap, to surrender to the desire that simmered beneath my heated skin and just give into him. Yet with a determined exhale, I clenched my fists, resisting the urge to cross the threshold and succumb to his intoxicating magnetism once and for all.
I only made it fifteen minutes.
A strong surge of need overcame my fizzling resolve. I held on as long as I possibly could, but it was too much. With a trembling hand, I reached out and turned the doorknob, the faint clicks seemingly announcing my reluctant surrender. I pushed and the door swung open. There he stood, still waiting for me just like I had known he would be.
“Congratulations. You win, asshole,” I spat, needing him to know that even though I’d decided to give into my body’s needs, I hadn’t surrendered to him. This would just be sex, at least that’s what I kept telling myself. It would be nothing more than that.
“You need a good hard fucking, don’t you, little girl?”
I needed to take back some sliver of control, so instead of swearing at him or insulting him, I said the only thing that had gotten to him since I’d met him two days ago.
“Yes, daddy,” I replied, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
The same dark glimmer that I’d seen before burned in his gaze with vivid intensity. His eyes bored into mine, searching down into the depths of my soul and sending a shiver down my spine. Just meeting his gaze incapacitated me in a way I didn’t understand. Time seemed to stand still as we stared into each other’s eyes. In the charged silence that enveloped us, it was clear that neither of us was willing to yield first in this battle of wills. Our eyes remained locked in a fierce standoff, sparks flying in a clash of desire and restraint.
“I fucking love the sound of that,” he growled, his voice rampant with his own desire.
The sound of it reverberated all the way down to the pit of my core, and I let out a soft moan of arousal. Immediately, I covered it up with a sneer. The truth was I liked calling him that too, but I was never going to admit it, especially not right now.
I was in over my head. I needed to pump the brakes, retreat back into my room, and press my fingers between my thighs. It would be better for both of us that way. If I was honest with myself, though, that’s not what I wanted, and that’s not what I did.
Instead, I pushed him harder.
“You would, dickhead,” I snapped.
He grinned wider, my insult glancing off of him without a single effect. His calm demeanor was maddening.
“You should know that little girls with mouths like yours get spanked hard before they’re fucked even harder,” he replied, his confidence cool as a cucumber.
A strangled cry escaped me, and I glared back at him with as much open defiance as I could muster. I was already practically begging for him to fuck me. Wasn’t that enough for him? Why did he have to threaten to spank me, too?
Even as we stood there locked together in a tense standoff, I could feel the heat between us. My clit pulsed incessantly harder, like it was begging him to take me in hand despite the war going on in my head. Did I want him to? Did I not?
I stiffened and lifted my chin. I wasn’t going to give into him on this. He could fuck me, and that was it.
“Don’t you dare. I don’t want a spanking,” I scoffed.
“I know. That’s why my cock is so hard.”
His penetrating gaze held a darkness that sent a thrill of anxious anticipation down my spine. The weight of his stare seemed to insinuate a silent promise, a forewarning that he was poised to seize control at any given moment. Those smoldering depths gave way to a knowing smirk, and I realized that we had reached a breaking point.
It was now or never.
My heart raced as I took a step back, my initial instinct to retreat and regain my composure overcoming my desire in an instant. I reached for the door handle, my fingers trembling with a mix of expectation and apprehension, but he didn’t allow me to escape again.
In a few powerful strides, he was there, his hand effortlessly catching the door before it could close. The mere act of his presence, of him not allowing me to run, sent a shiver down my spine, and I cried out in aroused alarm.
The hallway suddenly felt constricted, his towering form commanding every inch of space. The doorway framed his silhouette, and in that moment, my heart seemed to echo the rhythm of my rapid breaths. His eyes bored into mine with a fusion of determination and something else, something that stirred with both longing and dark intent.
In that heart-stopping moment, his gaze held mine captive, the intensity of his stare igniting an inferno of emotions within me. A myriad of thoughts raced through my mind, a whirlwind of nervousness and anticipation that seemed to pulse through my veins with every beat of my heart. And then, he was stepping over the threshold, his presence a tidal wave that threatened to consume my senses completely.
Without pause, he reached out and his fingers found mine, a touch that was both firm and tender, sending a shockwave of sensation through my entire being. It was a bold move, a declaration of intent that sent my nerves into a flurry.
Before I could fully grasp his intentions, his grip on my hand tightened, his fingers lacing with mine. With a single, fluid motion, he drew me closer, and before I could protest or resist, my back was pressed against the cool surface of the wall. The proximity was electrifying, his presence enveloping me in a heady fog that left my heart racing and my breath hitched.
Time seemed to stretch, and in that suspended moment, his dark eyes bored into mine, a storm of emotions swirling within their depths. Then, with a silent intensity that left no room for doubt, Aidan’s lips descended upon mine, capturing me in a devastating kiss that left my senses fraying at the seams.
The world around us seemed to fade into insignificance, and all that remained was the taste of him, the heat of his body pressed against mine, and the sheer, unadulterated ecstasy of finally succumbing to a longing that had been building between us from the very beginning.
It was a kiss born of desire and restraint, a dance of fire and ice that left me utterly breathless.
His mouth moved against mine with a practiced fervor, a tantalizing rhythm that held me captive and set my body ablaze.
Time ceased to exist as his kiss deepened, and all that mattered was the intoxicating taste of his lips and the undeniable truth that in this moment, everything had changed.
It was the kiss I’d been wanting all along.
As Aidan’s lips reluctantly parted from mine, a surge of longing coursed through my veins, leaving me dazed and breathless. The taste of his kiss still lingered on my lips, a heady mix of urgency and tenderness that had ignited a fiery blaze within me.
Before I could do anything to stop him, his strong hands found my wrists and pinned them effortlessly above my head against the wall. The electricity of his touch sent a jolt of excitement coursing through me, my heart racing as his closeness enveloped me.
The subtle pressure of his grasp was a blatant declaration of him taking control. His grip was just hard enough to hold me captive, but not so much that it hurt. In that moment, I was acutely aware of his every breath, his every movement, of his body pressing against mine. I realized then that I could feel the hard line of his cock against my belly.
“What are you doing?” I whispered breathily, feeling as though I was grasping at the air as I tried to string a series of words together well enough to form a sentence.
“Taking what you want me to take, sassy girl,” he growled, and my core turned molten in an instant. If he hadn’t been holding me, I feared that my legs would have given out beneath me.
“I don’t know what you mean,” I lied, and he chuckled softly.
“Naughty little liars get their bare bottoms spanked,” he purred, and my core squeezed so tight that my hips unconsciously rocked towards him. With his body flush against mine, he could feel every shamefully revealing moment of my desire, and his dark grin echoed with his victory.
“I don’t want…”
“You’re going to take it like a good girl if you want your fucking,” he rumbled, and my pussy clenched so hard that my hips bucked against him once more.
In a fluid motion, he spun me around, my chest now pressing against the cool surface of the wall. The world seemed to shift, the air charged with a potent energy that enveloped both of us. The sensation of the wall against the front of my body was a stark contrast to the heat that radiated from his presence behind me. His solid form pressed against my back, his warmth seeping through the thin fabric that separated us.
His fingers curled around the waistband of my pajama bottoms, the only momentary notice he gave me before he yanked them down. Cool air wafted over my panty-clad backside, and I gasped with aroused alarm. My clit throbbed like a drum between my thighs, and a soft, barely strangled moan fell off my freshly kissed lips before I could stop it.
His palm smoothed over my left cheek, following the lacey edges as his touch left an electrifying trail of desire in its wake. My breathing turned ragged, and I couldn’t help but push back as he explored my flesh. The journey of his fingertips was slow and steady and intoxicatingly addictive, so much so that I found I was thoroughly enjoying myself.
I was so caught up in the fiery sensation of his touch that I wasn’t prepared for his fingers to curl into the waistband of my panties. I hardly realized what was happening before it was too late.
Very slowly, he started to peel my panties down, baring my backside inch by inch. I could feel his eyes on me as the fabric scraped along my skin. Time seemed to stand still, and it took everything in me not to push back and rub myself against his rock-hard cock.
It was only once my panties were all the way down that a realization hit me.
My bottom was bare, utterly and completely bare, in front of the man who had kidnapped me and was holding me captive despite the pretty language he’d used to conceal it, and the worst part of it all was that I didn’t hate it. I wanted to, but my body pulsed with a surging desire for more.
“Fucking perfect,” he growled.
“Aidan,” I breathed.
“It’s Daddy when your bottom is bare and about to be spanked, princess,” he chided.
“But… but…” I stammered, but a loud smack reverberated off the walls, and it took a long moment for me to realize that he’d spanked my left ass cheek. The sound of it was deafening, like a gunshot had gone off inside my bedroom, yet my shock buzzed even more noisily inside my head.
He’d spanked me.
Actually, fucking spanked me.
I struggled against the wall, trying to push back against his hold, but I didn’t budge. His strength was no match for me, overpowering me with embarrassing ease. Then, his hand smacked the right side of my ass, and a quiet yelp escaped me.
It was on the second strike that the sting finally hit me.
It was like getting stung by a bee, but only a thousand times worse. It was everywhere all at once, a billion little stinging pinpricks written into my bare flesh by nothing other than his palm, and I bit my lip, trying to keep quiet even as my pussy pulsed like a wild, traitorous little demon. The burn spread across both cheeks, and I tried my best to keep my head held high.
I was getting my bare bottom spanked like a naughty little girl.
“Daddy, please!”
“It makes my cock so much harder when you beg for me,” he growled. He shifted and the line of his body pressed against my side, including the iron rod of his cock against my hip. My pussy clenched hard at the feel of it, and I couldn’t help but unconsciously grind myself against it.
Calling him Daddy felt so unbelievably taboo. It left me feeling wild and untamed and impossibly turned on, so much so I couldn’t imagine calling him anything else in that moment. It felt wrong and wicked for all the right reasons, and so incredibly perfect.
“Daddy!” I gasped.
His hand slapped against my ass again.
“Daddy’s going to spank this naughty ass bright, bright red,” he declared, and as much as that made me nervous, it aroused me so much that I couldn’t see this happening any other way. I wanted to loathe every second of it, but as much as I tried, it seemed pointless.
My pussy certainly wanted it.
“Fuck you, Daddy!” I blurted out, trying to keep some semblance of control.
Fat chance. You’re the one with your ass bared, about to get the first real spanking of your life. He’s the one in control, and you know it. That’s why your pussy is so fucking wet.
“I’m going to enjoy every second of this,” he growled.
My heart hammered with nervous excitement in my chest.
“I’m not,” I lied, which only elicited an even darker chuckle to fall of his lips.
“Good,” he purred.
That single syllable reached down into the black depths of my soul and set it aflame. I stiffened, and his palm spanked my left ass cheek again.
It stung, but when his hand started to rain down on every square inch of my bare backside, I realized that the real spanking hadn’t even started.
Until now.
The first few smacks had been nothing more than a warmup. He spanked me much harder and much faster, taking care to punish all of my flesh as thoroughly as he possibly could. I cried out, the sting radiating more fiercely now. I started to fight against him, but he held me in place with almost no effort at all.
I bit my lip, vowing to myself to keep quiet, but even I knew I was lying to myself. I’d only be able to keep it up for so long. It didn’t matter about a silly vow. I would eventually succumb to his searing palm before I knew it.
I tried to stay strong. I told myself I could take it.
It’s only a spanking, right?
His hand scalded my backside, over and over again, and I easily lost count. The overwhelming sting took over my every waking thought, burning hotter and hotter. My bottom bounced beneath his palm, and I tried to tighten my cheeks, hoping it would hurt less.
It didn’t do anything to quell the pain at all, not even a tiny bit.
The searing burn simmered across my backside as he punished every square inch of it. The sting compounded on itself, growing more and more intense with every passing moment.
“I won’t lie again!” I tried.
“I’m going to make sure of that,” he replied, his tone darkly amused by my chagrin.
I didn’t know it was possible for the spanking to get harder, but it did. His palm lit into the upper expanse of my cheeks, continued down to the fullest part, and then went past the juncture where my ass met my thighs. His hand burned its mark into my bare flesh, painting me in stinging flames over and over until I thought I’d had enough, and then he pushed me that much further.
“Please, Daddy! It hurts!” I shrieked.
“It’s supposed to, naughty girl,” he purred.
His hand peppered my bare bottom that much faster. A particularly hard strike forced an involuntary whimper to fly off my lips before I could manage to stop it.
“Please! Stop! I’ve learned my lesson,” I tried.
“What lesson is that?” he rumbled, the seductive tone of his voice making my pussy squeeze tight with arousal.
“That you’re an asshole,” I spat. I didn’t know why I continued to push him. Maybe it was foolish or maybe I was just baiting him because my pussy was soaking wet and needy for all of this.
Deep down though, I knew the answer.
I wanted this.
I wanted him to spank me harder.
I wanted him to take control.
I wanted him to force my surrender and claim every part of me in the way that no man other than him ever could.
I wanted it all.
“Oh, princess. You’re going to regret that,” he purred. The sound rolled down my spine, and I arched my back, feeling every word drip through me like molten honey.
He spanked me faster, each swat hard enough to punish deep into my flesh. The pain wound through each muscle fiber, worked further and deeper until it curled into my core. A surge of intense desire warred with the pain, and suddenly, a part of me seemed to sink into acquiescence.
The first moment of that scared me, and I pulled back.
My fight renewed. I struggled against his hold, but his palm seared into my ass each and every time despite my resistance. The sting had grown to overwhelming proportions, and I cried out.
“Please, Daddy,” I tried again. I had learned a quick lesson. My stabbing insult had only resulted in a much harsher punishment, and the more I fought him, the more he sought out to teach me an even bigger one.
He’s in control, not you.
My clit throbbed in tune with my head, and I cried out. I suffered through the delicious pain, writhing and moaning and yelping with each hard smack of his palm.
“Please stop,” I begged.
He didn’t, but I had known he wouldn’t.
“I’ll be good,” I promised.
“Don’t lie to me, princess,” he murmured, and my hips bucked hard. Each delectable syllable wove through me, and my legs started to tremble.
I gritted my teeth and took the next volley of spanks in stride. Then, as if he was using his hand to break through my defenses, he scalded my upper thighs exclusively, and I whined and started whimpering my apologies.
“I’m sorry, Daddy! I won’t lie again.”
The spanking continued and I didn’t know how much longer I could last. Maybe this was all foreplay? Maybe it made his cock hard to spank a girl like this before he fucked her?
I changed tactics.
“Please give me your cock, Daddy,” I begged.
“This pretty little ass isn’t nearly red enough,” he replied, his tone dark and seductive, and I hated myself for loving every second of it.
What is wrong with you?
This was supposed to be a punishment. Why was I enjoying myself?
For what seemed like an eternity, his hand branded my naked backside. I suffered at the edges of pleasure and pain, not knowing which held more power. My scalded ass burned under the searing mark of his palm, and a stark realization hit me.
The spanking was only going to stop when he decided it should. No amount of begging or pleading was going to end this before he thought it should end.
My eyes watered and I squeezed them shut. I was on the verge of tears, and I helplessly wondered how much longer this spanking was going to last.
I realized it didn’t matter. For some inexplicable reason, I trusted Aidan, and I knew instinctually that he wouldn’t give me more than I could take. If he wanted me to cry, that was his decision.
I started to sink into my surrender, and it was beautiful.
“Please fuck me, Daddy,” I whimpered, my voice revealing every ounce of emotion that was billowing through me. It trembled with a mixture of vulnerability and desire, a subtle quiver betraying the submission that echoed within me.
Aidan spanked my ass hard several more times before he paused and rested his ruthless palm against my burning flesh. I welcomed the gentle feel of it, knowing it could be hard as steel, or soft and tender.
I loved both.
For a long moment, I just breathed, languishing in the blazing burn that encapsulated my backside before I focused on the molten heat between my thighs.
I wasn’t just a little wet. I was absolutely soaked.
My mind and my body were in juxtaposition, a crisis of need that battled for supremacy, and I didn’t know which one would win. As if my body wanted to rub it in, a single drop of arousal careened down my inner thigh. The cool chill that followed that single droplet made me shiver with need.
“Your ass is even more perfect bright red,” he drawled, and my breath hitched in the back of my throat. His voice held me hypnotized, and I wavered back and forth with losing my dignified composure.
His presence enveloped me like a heady, intoxicating haze, each breath I took saturated with the essence of him. The scent of his cologne mingled with the subtle undertones of his natural musk created an irresistible cocktail that had me feeling as if I were drunk off his essence. His touch, both soft and deliberate, sent shivers cascading down my spine. It was as if his very being held the power to unearth every hidden facet of my desires, igniting a wildfire of sensations that left me teetering on the edge of something thrilling and unknown.
His fingertips trailed across my scalded flesh, exploring me inch by inch until he had his fill. His fingers dipped lower, cascading across the lower curve of my bottom, and lingering against the outer fringes of my thighs. When his touch drew dangerously close to the juncture in between my legs, I gasped, long past my ability to keep myself quiet.
“Daddy, please…”
I wasn’t begging him to stop anymore. I was begging him to fuck me with every fiber of my being. I arched my back and lifted my burning bottom, seeking out his touch as he lazily surveyed my flesh with his fingertips.
“Tell me what you need, princess,” he commanded.
“I need your cock, Daddy,” I whispered, the heat unmistakable in my words.
Every inch of my body seemed to pulse with an unquenchable fire, desire coursing through my veins like liquid heat. Molten sensation spread from my core. My skin felt electrified, each nerve ending ablaze with a yearning that seemed to intensify with every passing second. My blood boiled with powerful desire, as if a fuse had ignited and set off an inferno of need that consumed me.
“It’s time Daddy gave you what you truly need, babygirl.”