Page 103 of Love Lessons: Expanded Edition

He ground his rough jeans against the delicate exposed skin, letting her feel his growing erection. You beautiful, dirty girl, he signed to the mirror. You want this?

She trailed one elegant finger down her throat. It was the sign for THIRST, but with an erotic expression on her face it meant desire. Arousal. A visceral need. Thirsty for your touch.

He rubbed his clothed cock harder against her ass. He wouldn’t fuck her this way, and he didn’t miss it, but playing with the idea was tantalizing.

Tell me your safewords, he spoke into the mirror.

Green. Yellow. Red. R. She made both signs for RED, the real one against her lips, the twisting one that they’d made up, which looked like something indicating rope. It was something to look forward to.

He gripped the firm globes of her ass, squeezing roughly. She moaned, deep and throaty. He wanted to do such wicked, beautifully painful things to her, and everything about her just begged for it.

This was the moment.

His heart hammered in both nerves and desire. Alan’s tearstained face flashed up before him. Landon’s brittle smile that morning, when he’d pushed Dustin away. Dustin had gone too far both times, and the idea of fucking it up a third time left him almost shaking.

But today Lena had set it up for him. She would guide him through it. And he would monitor her reactions compulsively.

He hoped that he was ready.

He stepped back and to the side, resting one hand against her back to keep them both grounded. He made sure he could see her face in the mirror. He caressed the soft mound of one ass cheek one more time, planning where his hand would go.

She lifted her hands from the chair for one moment to cross her arms and clench her hands into fists. I trust you.

Once she was firmly gripping the wood again, he gathered up his courage and gave a tentative slap.

She nodded encouragingly.

Alright, so that probably didn’t feel like much. He felt a little silly. Some things just flowed so easily with her, but right now he felt like the novice that he was.

He smacked a little harder.

She cast her eyes upward in a gentle request for more.

He raised his hand and tried again. This time, his hand stung and he could hear her surprised grunt followed by a low moan. In the quiet of the room, with all of his attention focused solely on her, he could hear every delicious sound.

He massaged the sting into her flesh, watching her eyes drift closed.

Then he struck the other cheek. Another grunt, another deep moan. Heavy gray eyes watching him in the mirror and begging for more.

He slapped four times in quick succession, enchanted by the flash of white across her skin, then the flush of red that replaced it. She rocked in the chair, trying first to avoid his hand and then rushing back to meet it. Her eyes closed in ecstasy when he drew his fingernails across the reddened skin.

He smacked again in the same two places, six, seven, eight times, until his own hand was stinging.

The sting was comforting, another way that he could know that he wasn’t going too far.

He smacked lower, targeting the pale, unmarked skin just below her ass. She cried out, thrusting back against him in earnest to meet each slap.

She wanted this. She loved this.

Joy and dark, heavy desire twisted in Dustin’s chest. He set up a swift pattern, alternating sides and increasing the intensity. Her skin was a gorgeous pink, the flashes of white growing briefer. Her groans and cries were continuous now, inarticulate sounds of pure desire.

On the next slap, something changed, though. She went from arching and moving with each strike to something fluid and soft, eyes glazed.

He gave one last gentle tap and then stroked over the heated flesh. Pride and fierce emotion swelled within him. He had done this. He had made such beautiful marks and made her go limp.

He thought she would stay in that floaty space, but her eyes caught his in the mirror, desperate and wild. She lifted her hands and pressed the fingertips together. More. Please, more.

He ached with desire. To push her over the edge. To push her beyond what she thought she could tolerate. To make her take everything for him.