Summary: After Ellie’s little surprise, Colt is ready for more.
Based on the prompt: Kinktober day four (Spanking / Mirror sex / Dacryphilia)
Warning: This piece contains adult material unsuitable for minor audiences. Reader discretion is advised.
Ellie turns to his side of the bed to face Colt as her fingertips brush on his shaft slowly. She could simply tell him she is satisfied and go back to sleep. However, the hunger in his eyes as he gazes at her piques her curiosity. “Tell me what you want.”
He looks away, deep in thought. “How do feel about impact play?”
“What is that?”
“Spanking.”
“Oh…” She scratches her head. “I don’t know. What does it entail?”
Colt tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and leans in to whisper. “Well, it involves my hand, this gorgeous ass,” his hands travel down her backside, squeezing them. “Ten slaps. Or less. That’s up to you. And then I’ll fuck just the way you like and take care of you right after. Bath, arnica cream for your butt, cuddles, massages anywhere you want.”
“Mmmm…” her eyes go dark and she grips his shaft. “I want it.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” she says sitting up and getting out of the bed. “I want you to show me what you can do to me.” With one look over her shoulder, Ellie smiles and goes to the bathroom.
Colt smirks, gets out of the bed and follows her.
In the bathroom, Ellie looks at herself in the room as she brushes her hair. When the door opens, she sees Colt walking in. They smile at each other through the mirror and he steps closer to her, his hardness grazing on her buttcheeks as his hands roam to her breasts, kneading them.
Ellie grinds her hips on his cock, biting her bottom lip at the feeling of how hard he is.
“I swear I thought you were scared for a second, but you look like you want to do this as much as I do.” His hand runs down to her hips, positioning his member between her legs in a way he can rub the tip of his cock between her nether lips.
“I am scared. But I’m curious too. And my curiosity always wins.” She bends over the sink, looking at Colt licking his lips through the mirror.
“And I’m so thankful you’re my curious dirty girl,” he leans in to kiss her shoulder. “Are ten slaps okay for you? You can tell me to stop at any moment.”
“Yeah, I’m fine with it.”
“Choose a safeword.”
“Cactus.”
He chuckles. “I would’ve suggested a candy or a dessert you like, but whatever you say. Just don’t forget it.”
She nods and waits.
Colt takes his time, caressing her back, her thighs, spreading her legs to push the tip of his member into her just to see her moan. He knows the anticipation is killing her. Then he takes some distance and slaps her bum.
Her eyes go wide.
He kneads her asscheeks gently. “Did it hurt?”
“No…” her brows furrow in confusion.
“I’m starting slowly to get you in the mood. But don’t worry. It will hurt.” A deviant grin spread on his lips and swats her backside.
Ellie winces, instinctively closing her legs. It stings a little, but with his hands kneading her bottom, the pain is soothed quickly. She holds herself to the sink as Colt keeps on going, smacking her ass harder every time and rubbing the reddened area. She looks at him through the mirror, biting his lip at every new hit and heat surges through her body. She doesn’t know why, but seeing him so aroused makes her want more.
On the tenth slap, he stops and kneels behind her. He caresses her butt, admiring the red imprints of his hand on her tiny and round derriere. “You were so quiet, but I saw the way you were looking at me,” he parts her legs again, smiles. Her inner thighs are damp with her juices. “Aw… You’re so wet. You deserve to be rewarded again,” he says kissing her buttcheeks, then slides down to her thighs and licks off her nectar.
Ellie moans. Colt grips her by the hips and takes her in his mouth, his tongue teasing at her entrance as his digits press on her core. She pushes her hips to him, giving him more access to her pussy and pants as he fucks her with his tongue. “Colt, I need you.”
He pulls away and stands up. “I know you do, Ellie,” he whispers, running a hand along her back and tangling his fingers in her hair while he penetrates her.
She gasps.
“But you have to work for it.” He whispers and slaps one side of her butt again. “Move.”
She rocks her hips, hands gripping the sink as heat rises within her body.
Colt pulls her hair, straightening her up and begins to thrust into her, watching her through the mirror. “Look at us, Ellie. We look so perfect together.”
A sly smile spreads on her lips as they lock eyes again. She pushes her hips faster to meet his thrusts, moaning louder.
He slaps her bum again and increases the pace, slamming faster and faster. Her pussy tightens around his cock and he smirks. “Are you ready?”
Ellie nods.
“Then come, Ellie. Come hard,” he growls in her ear.
It doesn’t take long until she’s completely lost into pleasure, her body writhing as he continues to fuck her and finds his own release.
When he returns from his high, he realizes her cheeks, nose, and eyes are red and she’s sniffing. He eases out of her, turns her around and wraps his arms around her, stroking her back gently. “Are you alright? Did I hurt you?”
She shakes her head. “I don’t know why,” she sobs.
“It’s okay,” Colt says, kissing her forehead.
“But it was so fucking good,” Ellie brushes her tears away with her fingers. “Why am I crying?”
“It happens sometimes when the sex is intense. It’s no big deal,” he kisses her forehead. “How about we take a bath and I’ll take care of this red and beautiful ass?”
She sniffs again and frowns. “I’m hungry.”
He chuckles. “You order breakfast while I take care of you.”
“Okay,” she smiles shyly.
“Good.” He presses his lips on hers, kissing her softly. “Let’s take that bath.”
Ellie nods and waits as he turns on the tap to fill the bath and adjusts the water temperature before joining him in a long bath and aftercare.
