Say Yes

He slid into the bed, and she turned to face him, smiling almost shyly. He kissed her, his tongue fencing lightly with hers as he rolled them over. He broke the kiss, and looked down at her, her soft hair fanned out on the pillows, her eyes staring up at him, her breasts rising and falling with her breath.

"I want to make love to you," he told her, and she laughed softly.

"That's what we're doing, isn't it?" she asked.

He kissed her again, loving the taste of her mouth. "Of course. But I want to make love to you. I want you to relax and let me love you, touch you..." He kissed her. "Taste you." He smiled down at her. "Will you let me?"

She tried to roll them back onto their sides, but he would not be moved, leaning down to kiss her again. "Please?"

She looked up at him. "I don't-" He cut her off with a kiss.

"Say yes," he whispered.

"I d-" He kissed her again.

She smiled, amused. "Will you keep kissing me until I say yes?"

He grinned at her. "Maybe."

She laughed. "I like kissing," she said. "That's not the way to change my mind." He chuckled and kissed her again, more thoroughly. "Should I spank you instead?" He'd been half-joking, but her reaction surprised him - a gasp and a quick widening of her eyes betrayed a surge of desire before she covered it with an uncertain smile. He grinned wider. "Yes," he mused. "Maybe I should." This time she didn't bother trying to disguise her reaction, and he felt a matching wave of lust crest in him at the thought.

He sat up and looked down at her for a moment, then stood, pulling her off the bed with him. She stood beside the bed, looking both amused and a little worried as he looked her over. He turned her to face the bed. "Bend over."

"But- oh!" He landed a sharp smack on her rear as she began to protest.

"Now!" She did as he insisted. He had her fold her arms on the bed and rest her head against them. Her ass was invitingly high in the air, a warm red patch already forming where he'd smacked her. He pushed her feet apart a little ways, and was amused and excited to see that she was already wet with desire.

He leaned down and put his mouth near her ear. "Now," he whispered, "I'm going to spank you until you are positively dripping." He grinned at the shudder that passed through her. "And then we shall see."

Her eyes were hidden by her arms, and the first blow startled a brief cry of surprise out of her. The second elicited a low moan, and a fresh wave of desire. She thought they would eventually blur together into one long plateau of stinging, tingling pain, but they didn't. Even after she'd caught on to the rhythm, each spike of pain seemed fresh and sharp. Tears welled in her eyes even as she felt the wetness between her legs building and she lost count of the blows.

Finally it stopped, and she relaxed muscles she hadn't realized she'd tensed, gasping with quiet sobs of pain and need. She shivered as his hand touched her again, this time stroking her, caressing, feeling the warmth of her abused flesh. He slipped a finger between her legs, and he chuckled at her groan of desire. "Very nice," he conceded, and his touch left her. "Don't move."

She heard a thin, slippery noise, but before she could identify it, his mouth was pressed against her ear again. "Now," he whispered, "I'm going to beat you until you learn how to talk to me." She shivered, wondering what he meant.

Crack! The leather of his belt bit into her, and she bit off a short scream. The heat of her desire spiked, and she moaned.

"Say, 'Thank you,'" his voice instructed. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out.

Crack! "Th-th-tha-"

Crack! "No stuttering!"

"Thank you," she managed.

Crack! "Again!"

"Thank you."

Crack!

"Thank you!" Tears were streaming down her cheeks and arms, but she'd never felt a more desperate desire. "Please," she begged, "thank you!" and flinched, expecting another blow.

Instead, she heard a thud and a clank as he dropped the belt. "Very, very good," he said. He touched her shoulder, pulled her up and held her close. He looked down at her and wiped the traces of tears from her cheeks, then kissed her slowly, deeply.

He picked her up and laid her in the center of the bed, stretching out next to her, half on top of her. She moaned softly at the feel of the sheets under her tender skin. He kissed her again, long and lovingly.

"Now," he said softly. "Will you let me make love to you?"

Stifling the last of her sobs, her eyes met his. She smiled, and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Yes," she whispered, "thank you."

Copyright 2000 by Elizabeth L. Brooks. Not to be reprinted without written permission of the author.