I was correct. That rosy color was beautiful on her porcelain flesh. When she yelped and whipped her head back to me, her cheeks were flushed too.

“What the fuck, Nathan!”

From my position at her side, one knee on the bed, I was able to lower my head to hers and still caress her ass at the same time. While my fingers trailed over the sting and shock she was certainly feeling, I kissed her until she whimpered.

“I told you that wasn’t a spanking before,” I whispered against her lips. “I was worried about you. I don’t like to worry. I don’t normally have to worry.”

“I’m sorry,” Zoe whined.

She was so young and fresh. Too young for me, too young for this? The flash in her eyes that first morning when she played with my rose flogger, however, made me hope she was curious. I hadn’t dared to hope for more than curiosity then, and I’d take what I could get now.

“How sorry?”

“I—uh—what?” Her eyes closed as I drew figure eights from one cheek to another. She arched her lower back to meet me.

“Are you going to listen to me? Follow my rules? Or would you prefer to risk punishment?”

I released my hold on her wrists. Only my words and my light stroke on her bright backside held her in place. I would set the rules, but only if she was game. I wasn’t playing sexual solitaire here.

She swallowed audibly. “Punishment? What are we talking about here, Nathan? Your hand or a cat of nine tails? You going to collar me and put me on a leash at a skeevy club?”

I burst out laughing at the picture she painted. I also hardened further, shifting on the bed to accommodate my throbbing dick. “Is that what you want?”

“No!” Her eyes rolled back a little at the continued ministrations of my hand on her ass. “Well, not all of it.”

“Oh?” I reached back to dip down underneath her. She was wet, slick with arousal. “But some of it, I think. Some of it turns you on, makes you ache with want, doesn’t it?”

“Damn you, Nathan Brownlow,” she groaned as I slid my first two fingers underneath the flimsy crotch of her useless thong and tested her. “Oh god, do it!”

I circled her entrance slowly, methodically. “Do what?”

“Fuck me. Spank me. Make. Me. Yours.”

“Big words for a little girl from the Midwest.”

“Those were all one-syllable words.”

“Smart ass.” With my other hand I gave her bottom a light smack.

“Well, now it’s smarting! What can I—ahhh!—say? New York is rubbing off on me.”

She might be a little green, but she had a lot of courage. I lo—really admired that about her. I hummed, straightening up and plunging my fingers into her tight pussy. She screamed, reflexively trying to draw her knees underneath herself.

“Oh god, more, please!”

I needed to see her. Impatient, I tore her flimsy thong down the seam at her hip, making her gasp. My breath came fast, my belly tightening as I craved my own release. I had more control than that, though, and I was determined to make her fly first. And second. I’d get to my own pleasure later.

“More what?”

“More everything.” She pushed herself up onto all fours, resting on her forearms. She arched her ass back at me, pushing her hips back to take me deeper in subtle, sinuous movements. “It feels so good. I never…”

“Never been finger fucked before?”

Dropping her head, she buried her confession and an atomic blush in the covers. “Notlikethis!”

She whined in protest as I withdrew my fingers. With a wince and apology to my impatient dick, I slid off the foot of the bed and stood behind her. The way she clenched around my fingers told me she was going to come soon, but I wasn’t ready for that to happen yet. I licked her juices off my fingers.

“I can’t wait to taste you properly.”

Another whimper.

“But we’re not quite done with the punishment part of the program, Zoe.”

Her laugh came out as a gasp. “You don’t consider this punishment? Jesus!”

I glanced down at the wet spot on the front of my pajama pants, left by my weeping and unattended cock. She had a point. I had a point. Shit, that was the point.

“I’ll make you a deal.” I could do that. I made deals all the time. I didn’t usually negotiate like this, but Zoe was different. “I’ll let you come after your spanking.”

“Deal. Deal!” She wiggled her ass at me.

God, she looked lovely. Her creamy curves were all on display for me, nestled in my covers like a pale peach in a bowl of vanilla ice cream. In the light bleeding from the bathroom I could still see the pink on her ass from where I’d swatted her before. Her arousal glistened in her dark, rosy center, and she visibly shuddered in anticipation.

My control breaking briefly, I dropped to my knees and ran the tip of my tongue around her entrance.

“Ungh!”

I popped back to my feet, licking my lips. “Sorry, couldn’t resist.”

“Damn it, Nathan!” She sagged a little, her energy beginning to flag.

“Okay, I got you.” I slid my fingers back into her. She hissed, her walls clamping down on me so hard I was afraid she’d come. “Not yet, though, okay?”

She lifted her head, stretching her neck until her hair tumbled down her back. If only I had four hands at that moment—one to hold her hair, one in her pussy, another on my cock, and one for spanking. I would have to prioritize.

“What’s your safeword, Zoe?”

“Fireworks,” she said.

I smirked. “Fireworks it is. You’re going to count for me. Just five, okay?” Her hair shimmered like candlelight as she nodded. With my fingers still buried in her, I gave her the first blow.

She sucked in a breath. “Uh, one!”

“Good girl.”

Her shoulders pushed back a little, as though she were preening at my praise. They stiffened with the next smack.

“T-two!”

“Wonderful, Zoe. You’re doing so beautifully. Now, do good little girls make others worry?” I bent over to kiss the blazing warmth on her rear.

“N-no. Oh god, three!”

That one surprised her. My entire body was clenching along with her. With one hand I shoved my pants down and stepped out of them, sighing when I was able to finally wrap my hand around my cock. Zoe moaned, her head twisting around to look at me. Her cheeks were red, her eyes glassy and her lips dry and dusky from biting them. She looked absolutely fucking wanton. It was amazing watching her ascend to what would surely be an explosive orgasm.

My impatience was climbing, so much so that my next smack to her ass was weak and poorly controlled. The slip in my discipline made me frown.

“Will you disobey me again?”

“No. No, sir.”

Again.

“Four!” Her intonation rose at the end, like she was asking a question and now waited for a response. She’d have an answer soon enough.

Taking a deep breath to regroup and focus, I curled my fingers against her plumped up G-spot.

“Oh shit, noooooo!” she wailed, her legs and arms trembling underneath her.

“Are you ready to be done?”

“Yes. No. Please!”

Zoe was pretty fucking close to being completely undone, at my doing. She was so beautiful. I needed to be closer to her. I gave my cock a hard, promising squeeze, then landed my final blow close to where my fingers were inside her.

“Fiiiive! Oh fuck!”

She flew, her body quivering and juices running down her thighs. Overwhelmed, she dropped on to her forearms, her hips still tilted toward me.

“No, I want more. More. Please.”

Her words and breath were ragged and broken—as was my self-control. I lined my cock up to her spasming cunt.

I hesitated. “Zoe, you can use your safeword, you know.”

She pushed back to welcome me. When I entered her, her walls were still rippling. Oh fuck.

“Oh god, Nathan. I’m still coming!”

My hands smoothed over the top of her ass before digging into her hips. I screwed my eyes shut as I thrust into her three, four times before exploding.

Maybe it was the foreplay. Maybe it was my own frustration. Maybe it was Zoe. In any case, I felt my orgasm from the backs of my thighs to my ribcage, almost seeing spots from the intense pleasure.

Yeah… fireworks.