Saturday Spankings #SatSpanks

Thanks for stopping by Saturday Spankings. As requested this weeks 8 lines are a follow on from last weeks' spanking taken from The Virgin, book #1 in The Sexy as Hell Trilogy.

The voice has switched here, it's a new chapter, and now we're seeing the situation from gorgeous Victor's point of view, though to be fair, he's on the edge, his limit has been reached... the tension is high!

A red fog descended, redder than my poor sodding arse. Zara had known full well she was making me imagine I was fucking a man, getting off on a bloke’s freaky false tits, and she’d bloody well strung me along for the ride.

And that paddle, on my backside, that was supposed to feel good?

Sure, my cock was as hard as wood, my guts ached for release, but still...

And the damn gleeful look on her face.

My heart thumped, and my focus went, my peripheral vision blurring. All I could see was her. All I could think of was proving that it was her who turned me on. Not a beating and a bloke. I’d done it all for her, to play her stupid game.

The air whooshed from Zara’s lungs as I backed her into the wall and a smidgen of the cockiness left her expression. For a moment I wondered if I saw fear.

I didn’t care.

Find out more about Zara and Victor and their vibrant, volatile super-sexy boundary pushing story on the Harlem Dae website.