Welcome to Saturday Spankings, here's a snippet from TWISTED so you can meet Jenny and Dimitri, or is it Marius?
He continued to climb the stairs with long, fast strides. His hand was flat on her ass again as though he were feeling the heat from the sting that was fizzing over her buttocks.
She didn’t get even a glance at the view from the vast windows, or the bedroom. Next thing she knew, she was dropping backward and landing on a soft mattress.
He stared down at her, hands on his hips and breathing fast. There was a slight rise of color on his cheeks. “I told you that was an efficient method.”
She laughed, excitement mixing with anticipation.
“Now get naked.” He reached for his belt buckle.
She stared at his big fingers working quickly. Was that it? Get naked in broad daylight? Fuck…like animals.
“Now,” he said sharply. “Or you’ll feel my hand on your ass again, Jenny.” He stared at her, pulling his belt from the hoops on his trousers.
It was as though he was daring her to object to a spank, testing the waters.
She nodded. “Yes, Dimitri.”
The right side of his mouth twitched, and he dragged his shirt from his waistband. “In the bedroom, you can call me Sir.”
Sir. Oh fuck.
Now her heart rate really did skyrocket. Dimitri Henderson had a kinky side. One she hadn’t seen in London but was rising to the surface now.
I was right to stick with him. Get to know him better.
“And you’re still sitting there clothed.” He tugged his shirt off and tossed it aside. “And being very disobedient.”
“Sorry… Sir.” She kicked off her shoes, and they landed on the floor with a clatter.
He nodded, acknowledging her use of the word, then shoved at his trousers. His boxers came down with them.
Pausing in undoing her blouse, she stared at his cock. It was as thick and long as she remembered, and her mouth watered at the thought of him holding back her hair and ordering her to suck it.
“Oh, don’t worry.” He cupped her chin. “You’ll get a chance to do what you’re thinking about.”
She swallowed. “What am I thinking about?”
“Me ordering you to your knees and then fucking your mouth, making you take it all, and my cum.”
She blinked rapidly a few times.
“I’m right, aren’t I?” he said.
“Yes.” She nodded. “That’s what I was thinking of.”
“You and I are going to have so much fun.” He kissed her briefly, then tugged her blouse over her head. He unclipped her bra and slid it down her arms.
The cool air washed over her breasts and nipples.
“Perfect,” he said, cupping the heavier undersides. “Perfect for so many things.”
His eyes were a little narrowed, glazed, as if seeing her body for the first time and mesmerized by it. But then he was—it had been dark in the hotel room in London.
“Take off the rest of your clothes,” he said against her lips. “And I’ll take you from behind, as you requested.”
She flicked open the button on her jeans and wriggled out of them. She sent her knickers down, too, tangling on her legs.
“Though for the record and in the future,” he said, eyeing her neat triangle of pubic hair, “it is your Sir who decides how we fuck.”
“Yes, Sir.”
She was naked now.
Dimitri wasted no time in flipping her over onto her hands and knees in the middle of the vast white bed. He edged between her legs and again gripped her ass cheeks.
“You’ve gone red,” he said, “from one slap.”
“It was a hard slap.”
“Too hard?”
She paused. “No.”
“You liked it?”
Jenny hesitated, then, “Yes.”
“Good, because you have some more coming.”
Before she could even ask what crime, if any, she’d committed, a set of hard thwacks landed on her rear.
She jerked forward with each one, but he held her firm with his free hand.
“Fuck yeah,” he said, tipping over her and speaking into her ear. The small patch of hair in the center of his chest scratched between her shoulder blades. “We’re perfect together, can’t you see that?”
