Her feet left the floor as he pushed her back until her cheek rested against the seat cushion. Her ass stuck high in the air as her abdomen cradled the arm of the couch.

He left her for a moment then returned and pulled her hands behind her back as he’d done earlier. He wrapped the rope around her wrists and tied them together. Then he spread her legs so that her pussy and ass were exposed and vulnerable.

“Just like that,” he murmured. “I’m going to jump in the shower. I expect to find you just like I put you when I get back.”

The clear warning in his voice sent a delighted chill over her skin. She heard the soft thud of his feet as he walked back across the hardwood floor to the bathroom.

She lay there, her body already humming with heightened arousal. She didn’t think it was possible to have recovered so quickly from her last orgasm. It had been a force like she’d never experienced. No one had ever been able to give her so much, been able to take so much.

Was Gray the one? Her mind, her heart told her yes. Unequivocally yes. Her body told her yes. Did she dare to hope that she and Gray could forge a relationship?

She closed her eyes, afraid to hope, afraid that this was one disappointment she couldn’t bear if things didn’t work out.

Sensing his presence once again, she opened her eyes to see him standing beside the couch. Her vision focused on his hand at his side and the crop resting against his leg.

Heat flooded every pore of her body. He was going to spank her.

He extended the crop to touch her cheek, the leather tip trailing down her jawline. It followed a line down her neck and over her shoulder. He traced her spine down her back, and she shivered when it caressed her buttocks.

It left her body and then a split second later it struck her ass. Red-hot pain scorched the spot where the crop landed, leaving her breathless. Just as soon, though, the pain was replaced by a sensual heat as it radiated over her ass. It went humming through her body, tightening her nipples and making her pussy clench with need.

Another blow fell on her other cheek, and she flinched as a surprised cry spilled from her lips.

Two more landed in quick succession until she writhed, suspended between pain and deep arousal.

“You like the pain,” he said.

She moaned softly in response. She did. She couldn’t explain it. With each blow came initial discomfort, but at the same time, each strike gave her more pleasure than the last.

“I love seeing my mark on you. I love how red your ass gets with each slap of the leather. I love seeing you squirm in pain and then give over to the pleasure that follows.”

“More,” she whispered. “Please.”

He struck the soft globe of her ass again, harder than before. She cried out then shivered when his hand caressed away the burn. Again the crop descended, and the sharp snap of leather meeting flesh cracked across the room.

“But you want to know what I love even more?” he asked softly.

She whimpered softly.

“The idea that after I’ve turned your ass red I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to ride you hard while your ass is still burning, while my mark is still visible on your skin.”

She was going to come. Simply from his words, the spanking. She was going to blow out of control.

“How many more?” he asked. “How many blows do you think I should give you before I stuff my dick so far up your pussy that you taste me?”

“Please, please,” she panted. “I need…”

She flinched when he struck her again. Then again. Oh God.

“A dozen more? Can you take it, Faith? Should I stop?

“No!” she cried. “Please, don’t stop.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” he purred.

He brought the crop down on her ass then moved an inch in the other direction and struck her again. Five, six, seven times. She lost count as her ass caught fire. She was lost in a world of edgy pain and euphoric pleasure.

Harder. Each blow was harder than the last. He had begun light and increased the intensity with each strike. Unbearable heat bloomed until all she could feel was the tingle in her ass.

Then he stopped. The crop fell to the floor, and he roughly grabbed her ass in his hands, spreading her.

Before she could process what was happening, he rammed into her pussy. Her entire body burned with a fire only he could give her.

He reached up and curled his fingers tightly around her bound hands. He held on as he fucked her from behind.

No way she could withstand it a second longer. Pushed to the edge long before he penetrated her body, now she fell over in a cataclysmic burst.

She screamed and screamed again as he rode her mercilessly.

“Come for me,” he commanded.

She felt a gush of wetness and realized it was her. The smack of his hips meeting her ass filled the room. Wet, erotic sounds that only spurred her orgasm higher.

“I can’t…” she began, begging for something she didn’t even understand or comprehend.

His grip tightened on her hands and he slammed forward again. Her ass, tender from the spanking, tingled with every thrust.

“Let go,” he said gently, his tone at a direct contradiction to the power of his thrusts.

And she did. Her stomach clenched. Her pussy tightened and spasmed around his cock. She closed her eyes and pressed her lips together as a terrifying force built and raged inside her, demanding to be let out, forcing its way out.

Just when she thought she couldn’t take another second of the unbearable tension, the world exploded around her. The room shifted and fuzzed out of focus. Her body took on a life of its own as it shook and trembled.

Tears slid from underneath her lids as her body popped like a rubber band at full stretch. Relief. Such sweet, aching relief.

As she slowly came down from her orgasm, she registered him still rocking against her ass, his cock probing the depths of her pussy.

It was almost painful. She was too tender, too sensitive from such a volatile orgasm. He was stretching her, filling her. She whimpered against the painful ache of his attentions.

Then he withdrew and rotated her body until her hip rested on the arm of the couch. She drew in her legs to alleviate the awkwardness of the position as he walked around the side of the sofa. He bent his knees and lowered himself to her face.

He slid his cock into her mouth and held himself deep. He leaned over and grasped the back of the couch with his left hand and braced himself on the seat cushion beside her head with his right. Then he began thrusting into her mouth.

“Swallow it,” he growled.

It was all the warning she got before the first splash of cum flooded her mouth. He paused to let her swallow before thrusting again, deep, and he held himself at the back of her throat while his cock pulsed more warm seed.

He rode her mouth just like he rode her pussy. Hard, deep and unrelenting. Her lips stretched around the base to accommodate his size. He didn’t let up until he’d poured every drop down her throat.

Slowly and with seeming reluctance, he pulled away, but he paused as his cock slipped from her lips and dangled a mere inch away.

“Lick it clean,” he said huskily.

He lowered it until she sucked it back into her mouth, swirling her tongue around her head.

He groaned as he pumped his hips forward. When she’d licked every drop of the moisture from his skin, he pulled away and stood to his full height beside the couch.

He reached behind her to untie her hands then pulled her up until she was in a sitting position. “Give me one second to get some shorts on, and I’ll be right back,” he said.

She sat there, body shaking, numb, her ass still on fire from the spanking he’d given her. He returned just a minute later and sat down on the opposite end of the couch. Then he stretched out and reached for her.