Safeword Quinacridone by Candace Blevins

with my hand, and if you like it enough maybe with a paddle, too. Then I want to play with your asshole with my fingers, get you ready for me before I fuck you there. If you say quinacridone , I’ll stop and hold you and do everything I can to make you okay. If you say yellow I’ll back off, see what needs adjustment, and we’ll carry on.” He leaned forward , kissed her forehead. “If you tell me to stop, or say no, or ask me not to do something, or call me a fucking bastard, I’ll keep going.”
    He tilted his head and seemed to study her a few seconds before asking, “Sound like something you want to do?”
    “Spank me? Like a kid?”
    “No.” He shook his head. “Not like a kid. This isn’t punishment; it’s for fun. I’ll make it good for you and if you don’t like it we’ll stop.”
    The idea didn’t sound so bad, but the reality? To drape herself across his lap and present her ass for a spanking? Could she? She’d rather not have to submit to it, which was the great thing about most of the assholes she screwed — they did what they wanted and didn’t make her talk about it.
    She felt so vulnerable when he made her look at him. His finger was still under her chin and she aimed her eyeballs down, trying to escape his gaze.
    He moved his hand, letting her have control of her face again and said, “I won’t make you ask for it , but I need to hear what you’ll say if you want me to stop.”
    Her eyes were focused on the navy and forest comforter, seeing the patterns in the soft brushed microfiber that felt almost like baby fine deerskin. “Quinacridone.”
    “Okay. Over my lap then Cara Mia, you can leave the robe on if you like.”
    He readjusted until he was seated with his back against the headboard and legs straight out. Cara crawled to him, as it seemed the easiest way to get there, but it felt odd and she was a little surprised to discover it turned her on. She draped herself over his lap, leaving her robe on.
    A weight rested on her ass — no heat, just a weight — his hand over the robe.
    “I like starting with clothes sometimes; it’s fun to reveal what’s underneath. Kind of like unwrapping a present.”
    His hand smoothed its way down her bottom to her thigh, and she felt the warmth of his palm as it traveled lower than the robe and they were skin on skin. His fingers were silky soft as he drew them back up, pushing the fabric up her legs.
    She felt herself grow wet and wanted to wiggle her ass on his lap, but she held oh-so-still, barely breathing. This was a brand new experience and her body loved it but her mind was reeling. His hand was at the top of her left thigh now, slowly sliding its way up, and the cooler air brushed her skin as he pushed the robe higher, and higher.
    When her ass was bare he caressed slow circles, then back and forth and up and down, and returned to circles. His hand left her ass and she flinched for the first strike, but it was more of a pat than a spank. The next was slightly harder than a pat, smarting a little without hurting.
    Wow. Okay. She felt her bottom raise and blushed, realizing how it must look from his vantage point.
    The pats turned into smacks, the smacks transitioned to spanks, but by then she was humping his leg. She managed to move so her clit found just the right amount of stimulation, and then stopped, because she might come, and how embarrassing would i t be to orgasm from a spanking?
    His hand kept to a steady cadence and her ass grew warm, then hot. The rhythm, and the pounding — it was almost as if he’d found another way to fuck her. His palm landed with a slap over and over again, as a cock would move inside of her, but it was his hand on her ass, skin to skin with no condom.
    Her ass throbbed, with each pulse bringing yet more heat. She started humping his lap again, raising her ass to his hand, lowering it to his lap, raising back up to meet his striking hand, and stimulating her clit until she was on the verge of an