Page 51 of Set Play

“Ah, that’s right. Thank you, gorgeous. And remind me, what number were you wearing today?”

“Ci—”

Another stinging smack silences my answer before I pass the first syllable.

“I asked you what number, Élise? Not what name.”

This motherfucker.

“Fourteen,” I bite out through clenched teeth.

“That’s right.”

Does he realize how condescending he sounds right now? I swear, I’m going to—

“By my math, you deserve three spanks for the jersey incident, as you called it. One for each number between what you should have worn and what you did wear. Fair enough?” He doesn’t wait for an answer. “Oh, and you definitely deserve some for all of that teasing just a second ago. Not to mention wearing another man’s jersey knowing the press would be there taking pictures. Hmmm, but how many?”

He pretends to ponder the question for a second before answering himself. “Let’s say two and make it an even five, yeah?”

“Fuck you,” I snap, resuming my struggle. The last offense is a fair one for him to chastise me for, but over my dead body will I admit that to him.

He stops rubbing circles on my ass and lifts his hand. “That wasn’t very nice. Now, just for that you get ten. But first, look at me.” Pausing until I do, he ensures we’ve made eye contact before he speaks again.

“If you need or want me to stop, say ‘red’, otherwise…” He brushes my hair aside, lowering his lips to the shell of my ear, and whispers, “count for me, Chispita.” With my nickname on his tongue, his hand comes flying down to deliver the start of my punishment.

With each number counted out, I squirm against his legs, but his hold remains firm. By the ninth, his rigid cock is digging into my belly. By the tenth, I’m gasping, nearly crying tears of desperation. I didn’t think I would enjoy someone spanking me, but apparently I was wrong because my pussy is so soaked, I’ve probably left a mark on his legs.

Finally done with his cruel but delicious torture, Mateo lifts me off his lap, wasting no time in pulling my dress up over my head and laying me on the bed. His lips meet mine in a desperate, all-consuming kiss.

Merde, I guess that put him on edge just as much as it did me.

A moan tries to escape, only to be quickly swallowed by Mateo as he parts my lips to allow his tongue access.

Fuck, I’m already so close and all he’s fucking done is spanked me. Get your shit together!

“Please,” I whine as he kisses a path down my throat toward my breasts. “I can’t wait anymore. Fuck, please!” I don’t even care that I am begging anymore; I need some form of relief, or I might spontaneously combust right here on this bed.

“Hmmm, so fucking pretty when you beg. But as I told you earlier, use your words. I need you to tell me exactly what you’re asking for, Élise.”

My back arches as he yanks my bra down, exposing my breasts, and immediately closes his lips around one nipple. He draws it to a stiff peak with his tongue and teeth before switching to the other.

“Fucking hell, I want you, Mateo!” I blurt out, overwhelmed with sensation. “I want to taste you, and then I want you to fuck me. Please!”

He freezes, pulling back to look me in the eye. “You sure?”

I nod emphatically. He looks around the room but freezes for a second before moving to get off the bed. “Fuck, where’s my wallet? The cond—”

“We don’t need one,” I rush out, grabbing his arm. “I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone in years, and I have an IUD.”

He stares at me long enough that doubt creeps its way in. “Unless you’re uncomfortable…”

“Fuck, Élise. I’m clean too. Sarge insists we all get tested before each season, so I can show you the results, but like I said, it’s been over five years for me. You’re sure?”

One final bob of my head brings his lips briefly back to mine. “Well, in that case.” Rolling over, he props himself against the headboard, hands linked behind his head, eyes full of molten heat. “You better get that taste you wanted.”

Pulling my hair into a loose ponytail, I sit up and move onto my hands and knees and finally crawl to him.

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