“Hit me.”
I gave him a whap, my best so far. The next was even harder, landing with a smart snap.
“f**k. Good. Keep doing that.”
I found a rhythm, and though it was satisfying as a challenge, it wasn’t getting me anywhere near as aroused as him. Plus, it was rough, knowing he was basically having s*x with the pain. I was giving it to him, sure, and he’d invited me to do this with him, to him. Still, a compliment about my body wouldn’t go astray. Something to let me know it mattered that it was me here with him. That I was wanted, not merely willing.
It was hot, though, in its wrong-a*s, f****d-up way. But there was no way I’d be coming from this — too distracting, too new, just plain too hard to get off with my right hand still in traction, if I found the balls to touch myself in front
