Chapter 86

Suddenly, he pulled his fingers from my rump and he smacked my right ass orb. I let out a yelp of bliss at the abrupt sting and begged, “Do it again, Gray. Don’t stop with just one.”

Indeed, he did it again—two, three, a half-dozen times, one strike after the other with no stopping between. I imagined how my stinging flesh looked: his palm and fingerprints marking the area they struck; the blossoming red imprints; the swollen skin on my rounded and bulbous orb.