Leaving

She felt the bed shift as he sat up and snapped open her eyes to glare at his back. He rolled his head, cracking his neck and worked the tight muscles in his shoulders before standing, twisting, and catching her look. Narrowing his eyes, he reached under the covers and caught her ankles, tugging her to his side of the bed, and fell on her wriggling form, catching himself with strong arms before his weight took her breath away.

Kissing her nose lightly, he watched her eyes lower and chin raise, her characteristic blend of stubborn and shy that always struck a chord in him.

“Pouting?” His deep voice, silk covered gravel, sent little sparks off at her core. “Didn’t I warn you about pouting?”

Her eyes flew open and a hint of pink appeared on her cheeks. “I’m not pouting.”

He held her look steadily until her blush deepened and her natural nervousness took hold. Lowering his head, he placed his lips on hers and froze in shock when she turned her head to the side. He felt a rush of anger, and backed off of the bed, pulling her to her feet after him. One large hand pressed her hips against his and he lifted her chin with a delicate touch, forcing her to look at him.

“You know I have to go. We discussed this last night. And the night before. And the night before.” His dry tone rankled her nerves. “Now which do you want to remember me by? A sweetly sore pussy, with the memory of my cock, filling, stretching, and fucking it? Or a tender ass, bruised from the blistering it’s going to get if you don’t … stop … pouting?”

Twisting away from him, she spoke with a full throat, “Maybe I want both!”

The sound of the slap echoed in the room and she watched the pink handprint appear on his face in mild horror. Raising her eyes to his, she stopped breathing and began to move slowly backwards, when he swooped on her, thrusting his shoulder into the top of her thighs and flipping her upside down over his shoulder in a dizzying move.

Tossing her face down on the bed, he grabbed and tucked a pillow beneath her hips, raising her rounded posterior.

He opened and closed a drawer and returned to her side silently. The leather covered paddle struck her forcibly and caused her to cry out in pained shock. The next blow raised the heat of her skin to burning. Steadily, coldly, he paddled her ass, striking the flinching skin over and over and over.

Usually their sessions involved a soothing rub to calm the sting, his deep reassuring voice, the knowledge that he adored her and was only giving her what she’d asked for. This time, she sensed his impatience with her behavior, his anger, and felt the tears slipping down her face before they fell in response to the pain.

When he’d turned every inch of her luscious ass burning red, when he first felt, then heard her sobs, he stopped. Quickly flipping her onto her back, he slithered up the length of her body, caught her hands above her head, and watched her soft cries turn to moans, as he slid his engorged cock deep within her hot moist depths. She arched her back and held on to him as tightly as she could, wrapping long legs around his waist . Releasing her hands, he dropped them to grasp and kneed her heated ass. Whimpering, she moved her arms to cling desperately to his strong shoulders, and cried softly into his neck as he moved with slow, deep strokes, assaulting her senses and stealing her soul. When his movements turned frenzied and harsh, she welcomed them, and growled and lightly bit his neck, licking below his ear when she felt him peak and slam wetly and rhythmically with each strong spasm.

Pulling her over to lay on top of him, he kept her impaled and pressed her head to his shoulder.

Breaking into tears once more, she felt his soothing hand over her back and tender bottom, and choked out, “I’ll miss you.”

“I know.” His calm voice relaxed her. “It’s only three days.’

“I know.” She sniffed and tangled fingers into the soft matte of hair on his chest.

Sighing deeply, she raised her head to look into his depthless brown eyes. ‘You’d better get going or you’ll miss your flight.”

Rolling over on top of her, he dropped placed a kiss on her nose, her chin, her nipple and fixed her with his dark gaze. “Who said I’m flying?”

Seeing his quick grin and intent, she felt her heart race, and when his mouth latched onto her aching core, rose to a sharp orgasm before a full minute passed.

Breathing harshly, she let out a weak laugh. “Now, I’ll remember you.”

Raising dark eyes to her, he murmured, “I’ll give you more than that to remember me by.” And tightening his grip, proceeded to do just that.