Dominant for the Night (For The Night #7) by C. J. Fallowfield Page A

was going to be a
resounding yes. I’d never been so sure of anything in my life. We’d be able to do
this whenever we wanted, and the thought made my stomach warm and my heart soar,
not to mention what it did to my already frustrated and over stiff cock. I
worked my way down her back, then moved to straddle her ankles as I dug my
fingers into her peachy, biteable backside, applying plenty of oil, which I
took great delight massaging in. She had the sexiest arse I’d ever seen and the
thought that one day, soon I hoped, I’d get to claim it, had me shudder with
pleasure. I finished massaging her legs and smirked to myself as I raised my
hand and firmly spanked one of her cheeks, the oil giving more depth and
resonance to the crack that emanated from under my palm. She jolted and let out
a scream of surprise and twisted her head. I could feel the glare piercing
through her silk blindfold and grinned with wicked delight. I adored her
feistiness. She’d come such a long way from that sweet virgin I’d met so long
ago. ‘I warned you. I counted fourteen infractions.’
    ‘What infractions?’ she protested, with a pout, as
I massaged her cheek.
    ‘Speaking without permission, like you just did
now, earning you another spank, and not calling me, Sir. I take this very seriously,
angel, as should you in future. You’ll soon learn though, or maybe you enjoy
being spanked so much you’ll either deliberately flaunt my rules to force me,
or you’ll beg me to do it.’
    ‘Like hell I will,’ she uttered and yelped as I
smacked her on the other cheek.
    ‘And there was another. Sixteen in total, or would
you like to interrupt and make it more?’ I was secretly begging her to, but she
bit her lower lip and buried her face in the pillow. ‘So, as you’ve already had
two of them, I want you to count the remaining fourteen as I give them to you,’
I ordered. She gave a slight, almost indiscernible nod and I decided two sharp
fast spanks at a time, one on each cheek in rapid succession would be best.
    ‘One, two, Sir,’ she mumbled into the pillow.
    ‘Turn your head, I want to see your face as well
as hear you count properly,’ I demanded. Damn it, if it didn’t make my cock
surge at the thought. She did as she was told, so I laid another two on her,
delighting in the fact that she hadn’t used her safe words and that her pale
skin was starting to colour.
    ‘Three, four, Sir,’ she cried, in a higher pitched
tone, and tensed her backside.
    ‘Don’t, it will make the pain worse. Relax them,’
I advised, as I gently soothed her cheeks with my palms and thumbs, waiting for
her to comply before heating her up with another two.
    ‘Five, six, Sir,’ she whimpered. Then ‘Seven,
eight, Sir,’ and ‘Nine, ten, Sir,’ the latter of which was spoken in a low moan.
    ‘You know what to say if you need to don’t you, angel?’
I asked, as I brushed my lips over hers. She bit her lip and nodded, which I
took as a sign that she wasn’t going to be defeated, so I straightened up and
applied the penultimate two, putting a little more power into them.
    ‘Eleven, twelve, Sir,’ she groaned, her voice
having taken on a husky tone, as she kicked her feet up and down. I noticed
that her fingers were gripping the pillow under her restrained hands. She was
fighting the urge to give in. She wanted to please me. I smiled, she really had
no idea how much she already had.
    ‘Last two to go, I’m so proud of you. You’re my
warrior angel, taking whatever I give you,’ I happily observed. I’d held back
on the previous spanks, but she needed to know the worst it could be. I’d never
hit her bottom to bruise it, but that delicious shade of pink or red was what I
aimed for. I knew just the right amount of pressure to apply for the pain to be
balanced against the pleasure of it, and despite her contorted face as I was
doing it, her little breathy moans and heated cries belied the faces she was
pulling. I’d learned adding oil