Read The Affair: Week 6 for Free Online

picked the exact paddle I’ve fantasized about using on you.”
    “I did?” she asked shakily, highly distracted by his massaging, molding hand on her ass and the increasing burn on her clit. She ground her hips down instinctively against the bench. She couldn’t seem to help it—
    “Yes,” he said, and his hand fell away. “But that doesn’t surprise me. Almost everything you do seems predesigned to drive me crazy.”
    “I’m sorry,” she whispered, her entire focus on the sensation of him pressing the paddle against her ass again and circling it slightly. She wished she could see him.
    “No you’re not,” he said in a hard tone. “You love having me at your mercy as much as I love having you that way.” The paddle was gone and she knew it was swinging. She braced herself, but a small
oh
popped out of her throat when it landed with a thwack. It stung, but she’d managed not to jump this time. Then the paddle was gone again and she gripped onto the bench with knees and elbows.
Smack
. She suppressed a whimper.
    “If it’s too much, you have to say so,” Vanni said, his hand on her ass, rubbing the stinging flesh.
    “It’s not too much,” she insisted in a high-pitched, choked voice. His soothing hand paused. Spreading his hand on the crack of her ass, he lifted and spread her buttocks. She almost felt his gaze scorching her sex. She squirmed in excitement. Suddenly his hand was gone. He swatted her again.
    “Keep your ass still for the paddle,” he warned. His voice sounded strained. Was he as excited as she was? She doubted it, considering the wicked little dual vibrator that was turning her to a bundle of sizzling nerves. A breeze from the open French doors wafted into the room, tickling her burning bottom and clit, the contrast of sensation pricking her senses even more. “Take one more and we’ll pause a moment,” she heard him say.
    He landed the paddle with a popping noise. She moaned, the heat and sting from her ass transferring somehow to her clit.
    “You’re doing very well,” he said from behind her, and she realized from the direction of his voice that he’d knelt behind her. She felt his hand between her spread thighs, reaching. He moved aside the end of the vibrator on her clit and pushed a blunt fingertip between her labia. She moaned uncontrollably as he pressed and circled the sensitive piece of flesh until she sizzled and her feet flexed as she started to crest. Then his hand was gone and she sensed he stood again. “You’re extremely wet,” he said in a hard tone. “But you’re doing very well by keeping still.” He stroked her ass. “You’re getting nice and warm. Can you take ten more?”
    “Yes.”
    “I thought so,” he said, and she heard the warmth in his tone. She gritted her teeth in anticipation, and the paddle fell again and again. He paused after three strokes. She jumped slightly when she felt the hard wood of the paddle rub against the sole of one of her feet.
    “You’re curling up your feet. Do they burn?” he asked.
    “Yes,” she gasped. How had he known how sympathetic the nerves on her feet were to her sex? He tapped very lightly with the tip of her paddle on her heel. She didn’t know why, but arousal shot through her. Her toes curled inward. She couldn’t stop grinding her hips down on the bench in order to get more friction on her sex. He cursed softly, and suddenly the power on the vibrator diminished. He’d put it on a lower setting.
    “You have to have the most sensitive little body in existence,” he said, and she suddenly pictured the slant of his handsome mouth and the sharp glitter of arousal in his eyes as he took position behind her again and swung back the paddle.
    “Ooh,” she breathed as he gave her two more brisk swats, the exciting sound of polished wood against skin reverberating around the room and echoing in her head when he’d paused.
    “Are you going to remember this tonight?” he asked her, reaching between her