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wearing so very little, with the barest glimmer of your pussy lips visible from under those panties, how can I be anything other than hard?” I felt his fingers part the cleft of my buttocks and find my tightly clenched asshole. “Relax this for me,” he instructed. His forefinger teased that bundle of nerves until I obeyed. Alexander wouldn’t hurt me.
    “Do you want this, cherie ?” His voice was warm. His hands traced gentle circles on my skin and suddenly, I did want it. I’d used a buttplug on myself in an effort to erase some of the painful memories I had about anal sex with Dylan and his guards, but this would be more. This wouldn’t just be hitting the pause button on fear. This would be healing, if I wasn’t too afraid.
    “I want this,” I whispered, reaching within me for courage. “Alexander, will you be gentle?”
    His lips touched my neck. His stubble scratched at my skin. “Jenny,” he said. “I promise you, you’ll never have anything to fear from me.” His fingers smoothed the wetness from my pussy to my asshole, slowly opening me up to his touch. “You’ve worn a butt plug before?”
    “Yes Sir.” Every nerve ending clustered around my asshole was screaming in pleasure, responding to the steady way his fingers controlled me.
    “And you’ve had anal sex before as well?”
    “Yes Sir.”
    “Good,” he replied. “Then you know it can be pleasurable. If you relax, if you surrender to it.”
    No. I didn’t know. I knew that it burned and it hurt and everything ached after. I wanted to lie to him, but I couldn’t. Not here. This moment demanded honesty. “It was never pleasurable for me,” I confessed.
    I felt him go still for an instant, then his hand resumed stroking me. His lips once again kissed my neck. When he spoke, his voice had a forced lightness to it. “It will be,” he said, “or we’ll stop. It’s that simple. You have a safe word, cherie . You should never be afraid to use it.”
    His hand stroked the globes of my ass. “But first, your spanking.”
    My spanking. As we’d talked, his hands had roamed all over my body, caressing my back, my ass, the back of my thighs. Filling me with heated lust and an aching longing for more. I was so ready for my spanking.
    Smack. His palm made stinging contact with my ass and I whimpered, though I arched my back in a mute plea for more. “Count them out,” he said, kneading my cheeks to soothe the burn. “Thank me after each one.”
    “One,” I whispered into the sheets. “Thank you Sir.”
    Two hard slaps followed, where ass met thigh. I jumped a little in his lap, and yelped, but quickly voiced a count and thanks.
    He yanked my panties up the crack of my ass, giving me a very grown-up wedgie. With my ass cheeks exposed, two quick smacks landed, the clap of sound echoing around the room, followed quickly by a soothing rub of that aching spot. “Check in for me, pain-wise,” he asked.
    “I’m good,” I replied, unable to keep the note of surprise out of my voice at his concern.
    “Another thing your previous Dom didn’t bother to do?” He sounded disgusted.
    I didn’t want to talk about Dylan. I wanted to stay submerged in this moment with Alexander. I wiggled my ass at him and he obligingly spanked me again. When I forgot to count it out, he spanked me harder. “Are you going to be rebellious, cherie ?” he asked. This time, I heard the definite note of steel in his voice. Rather than make me afraid, it just made me melt.
    “No Sir,” I said. “Six and seven, Sir. Thank you.”
    My spanking continued. My ass felt aflame, though I didn’t call a stop. While each spank hurt, the pain was bearable. And the pleasure? Oh, the pleasure of his palms gliding over my skin, his fingers teasing at my pussy and anus, his nails raking down my thighs with a sharpness that caused me to moan out aloud, his mouth biting at my red ass, sending twin bolts of pleasure and pain shuddering through me...
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