Dusk

5| concupiscence

Ava

I didn't know when he dragged me to the changing rooms. I didn't know what I did that entire time or if the others were watching us. What mattered at the moment was that I was alone in a room with Elias. And I'd just done the only thing which irritated the fuck out of him, but also amused him a hell lot. His grip around my arm as he pushed me inside a room and closed the door behind us was so tight I was sure it had left a mark.

"Hands on the wall."

"But-"

"Ask me to walk away." He said. "Do it."

I looked down but didn't say anything.

He pushed me against the wall, his mouth inches away from mine, but didn't connect them. His hands gripped both of my arms and he wedged a knee between my thighs, forcing them apart. "You remember what you said to me last night? That you were sorry for giving me mixed signals? Well, I'm tired of the mixed signals now. I'm tired of you hesitating every fucking time. Either we do this or we don't, Ava. Stop fucking with me."

I shut my eyes. He didn't move, but he also didn't say anything. I understood his frustration and I knew I'd let it go on a little too long. He didn't deserve my bullshit, and neither did he deserve me playing his feelings around. When I opened my eyes and looked at his face, I knew this one was serious. If I said no, we'd never be in this position again. I knew him and I knew his self control. He'd stay away even if it hurt him. We'd never try. 

So I took a deep breath, nudged his chest. He stepped back, a look of pain and hurt crossing his features before he saw me turn around, press my head into the wall and place my palms on either side of my face. I heard him take in a shaky breath, seemingly caught off guard. He hadn't expected me to submit. Neither had I. But I thought about his words from the other day. We had never tried. All the talks of us being opposite and never working was what I'd told my mind. Elias and I were beautiful. What we had was beautiful. It would be a pity to not try.

He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my yoga pants, waiting. Waiting for me to tell him it was a mistake and we shouldn't do this. That was, after all, what I'd done every time. But I didn't. I wanted this. I was tired of saying no to something I'd wanted since forever.

He slid them down my legs to my ankles. I was wearing a pair of cotton panties, and while that wasn't the most sexy piece of lingerie I had, I knew he didn't care. He pulled my hair to the right side, sliding his head down on my exposed part. I felt his breath hit my skin, being replaced by his lips the next second. His fingers expertly pulled my underwear away from my ass cheeks, still on, but exposing myself to him.

"Count." He said quietly in my ear.

The sting I felt the next second was much, much lighter than I'd expected. Elias was hard and hot, and while I loved him being soft once in a while, I didn't want that right now. I didn't want him to go soft on me. "Eli-"

My words were cut off when another smack landed on my ass, and I had to bite down on my hand to not scream. It was hard. The hardest he'd ever spanked me. And I'd been spanked tons of times.

"I add two more on each count you miss." He murmured in my ear. Gripping my hair with his left hand, he pulled them back harshly, making me arch my neck. His lips grazed my skin when he whispered hotly, "Count, Ava."

I shut my eyes, biting down on my lip when his palm came in contact with my bare skin, breathing out a slow, "One."

A moan erupted from my throat upon his next slap. He was alternating between soft and hard, and the hard one was too hard. "Two."

By the time he spanked me the fifth time, my ass was too sore, and my panties were drenched. He took my earlobe in his mouth as I exhaled harshly, rubbing my sore skin with his thumb softly. I closed my eyes, bending down my neck and tilting it to the side.