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“Do you think that’s polite?” “No.” “Will you do it again?” “No.” “I will spank you each time you do it, do you understand?” I’m going to savor this moment. It’s another first. With great care—relishing the deed—I tug down her sweatpants. Her beautiful behind is naked and ready for me. As I place my hand on her backside, she tenses every muscle in her body…waiting. Her skin is soft to the touch and I sweep my palm across both cheeks, fondling each. She has a fine, fine ass. And I’m going to make it pink…like the champagne. Lifting my palm, I smack her, hard, just above the junction of her thighs. She gasps and tries to rise, but I hold her down with my other hand at the small of her back, and I soothe the area I’ve just hit with a slow, gentle caress. She stays still. Panting. Anticipating. Yes. I’m going to do that again. I smack her once, twice, three times. She grimaces at the pain, her eyes screwed shut. But she doesn’t ask me to stop even though she’s squirming beneath me. “Keep still, or I’ll spank you for longer,” I warn. I rub her sweet flesh and start again, taking turns: left cheek, right cheek, middle. She cries out. But she doesn’t move her arms, and she still doesn’t ask me to stop. “I’m just getting warmed up.” My voice is husky. I smack her again, and trace the pink handprint I’ve left on her skin. Her ass is pinking up nicely. It looks glorious. I smack her once more. And she cries out again. “No one to hear you, baby, just me.” I spank her over and over—the same pattern, left cheek, right cheek, middle—and she yelps each time. When I reach eighteen I stop. I’m breathless, my palm is stinging, and my cock is rigid. “Enough,” I rasp, trying to catch my breath. “Well done, Anastasia. Now I’m going to fuck you.” I stroke her pink behind gently, round and round, moving down. She’s wet. And my body gets harder. I insert two fingers into her vagina. “Feel this. See how much your body likes this. You’re soaking, just for me.” I slide my fingers in and out, and she groans, her body curling around them with each push and her breathing accelerating. I withdraw them. I want her. Now.

E l james grey  
E l james grey  

Fifty Shades of Grey

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