Sinful Pleasures: An 18+ Erotica Collection

Aria Maxwell's POV,

"Are you out of your mind?!" 

That's the first thing I'm able to whisper-yell to Kade so mum doesn't hear, my head whipping backwards so I can glare at him. 

However, before I can, his other hand comes around my neck from behind to push my face down before he drops another smack right against my other ass. 

I jerk immediately, the sting sending warmth shooting between my legs.

"Kade - "

"You deserve to be punished for being a disobedient brat." He drops another smack, the sound resounding in the room. "For being a mouthy little brat who won't just listen to orders."

"Why should I listen to orders?" I shoot back, struggling to push myself off his thighs. "I'm not a -"

"You are what I say you are." Smack. "Am I clear?"

I don't say anything. 

Another smack follows again, and I jerk, certain he's going to leave his handprints on my ass. 

"Am I clear, Aria?"

Again, I say nothing. 

"You won't say anything?" He asks, dropping another spank. "Fine by me. We'll remain here until your mother finds you like this."

"No, no, no," I begin to rush up immediately, but he pushes me back down, tightening his grip around my neck. "I'm going to - "

"Am I clear, Aria?" He asks. "You are what I say you are. A spoilt brat, whatever."

"Yes, yes," I nod, vigorously. "Now, can I go?"

"Too bad, you can't," he says, voice strained. "Your punishment isn't over."

"What?" I breathe out. "What do you - "

"Count," he growls, then slaps my ass. 

"You - "

Another snack. 

"Kade, stop - "

Smack. 

"If you don't count, I promise we're going to remain here, Aria," he says, rubbing the spot where he hit, it makes my cheeks flare with warmth. "Should I start again?"

"This is depraved," I say, keeping my head down. "You shouldn't touch me like this. It's - "

"It's what?" He asks, dragging his index finger between my ass crack where my thong line sits before stopping just by my crotch. When I try to shift away from his touch, feeling the heat in my core increasing, he presses harder, a low hum reverberating in his chest. "It's bad?"

I nod frantically, hiding my face while trying to hold back a moan. "Y-yes."

"Yet your panties are soaked?" He asks, a mocking tone to his voice. "So, not only are you a brat, but also a pretty little liar. How convenient."

"Kade-"

"Count to ten, Aria," he says. "And if you stop, I'll start from the beginning. Is that clear?"

At first, I try to act defiant, pursing my lips together. But on a second thought, I decide against it.

If he wants to do this, then so do I. I'm a grown woman, and there's no need hiding my desires. 

With that thought in mind, I nod, biting down on my lower lip. 

"Y-yes."

"That's my girl," he says, the praise sending more wetness out of my pussy. "Now count."

Smack.

"One."

Smack.

"Two."

Smack.

"Three."

By the seventh spank, tears are already rushing down my cheeks mixed with snot, my whole body hot with desire as I dampen his pants and my own thong with the juices leaving my pussy. 

Once he reaches the tenth, he stops finally, then rubs his palms across my two ass cheeks to soothe the sting while I wince. 

"You did well, baby," he says, his voice even more strained now, like he's trying to control himself. "Such a good little girl."

I hiccup, raising my hand to wipe my tears. However, before I can, he raises me and puts me on his thighs, reaching to wipe the tears for me. 

"Well done," he says, leaning in to drop a kiss to my forehead. 

Everything that's happening - including the feel of his hard-on against my core - should make me feel irritated and disgusted, but it doesn't. If anything, the treatment and random pecks he keeps dropping makes my body hotter, and before I know it, I begin to grind my hips against him, rubbing myself against his thigh.

"Fuck," he rasps, his hand shooting out to grab my hips as I increase my tempo. "Fuck."

The veins popping from his forehead and neck tells me he wants this as much as I do, including the way his breathing turns more shallow. When he throws his head backwards against the couch and swallows, his Adam apple bobbing, I move closer and put my clothed pussy against his ow clothed cock, grinding helplessly against it. 

"You're so good, Aria," he groans, helping my movements. "God."

"Mmm," I moan, my movements becoming more frantic as I feel the pressure in my lower stomach build. 

The idea of mum coming down here anytime soon to find me and her husband doing this should make me feel guilty and stop. But it doesn't. 

Instead, it makes my pussy flutter, walls clenching around nothing, and before I know it, I'm coming, my orgasm rippling through me. 

Once I'm done and spent, my head drops against Kade's chest, both our breathings coming out raggedy, the air around us filled with the smell of arousal. 

After what feels like forever, Kade breaks the silence. 

"We shouldn't have done this."

I wait for the shame that should've covered me as I silently agree with him, but it doesn't come. 

I feel emboldened instead. Wanting to do more. 

"Yet we still did," I say. "And I want to do more than just that."

"Jesus," he says, pulling me to look at him. "What are you -"

"Do you want to pretend you don't feel this too?" I ask, grinding against him again as another round of arousal hits me. "Do you want to pretend you didn't like this?"

"Aria-"

"You started it," I say, reaching down to press on his cock. "You finish it. Because I've been wanting you for a very long time. Even before now."

His nostrils flare at my words, pupils bowing wide before he clenches his jaw. "Same here, baby," he says. "I've been dreaming of you since I can last remember."

My lips curl into a smile at his confession, and I lean in, my gaze still on his. "Then, let's make the best of tonight."