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“Are you all right, Selene?” Julian’s voice was soft. The
ominous tone had slipped away like the low rumble of the receding storm
outside. He lay down beside her, kissing the cuff of her ear and smoothing her
hair back from her face. “Did I hurt you?”

“Yes,” she said, stretching out on her belly with a little
moan. Her knees and back ached from the position she’d been holding and the
sting of the spanking had settled into a dull throb. “And it was exquisite.”

Julian smiled, running his fingers through the sweaty
strands of her hair. “One hundred strokes was what the story said, but I don’t
think you needed that many.”

“Maybe next time.” She giggled, closing her eyes as he
kissed the crest of her cheek. She turned her head, letting him kiss her lips
gently. Just a small caress, but enough to make her shiver again. Carefully,
she turned, wincing a little with the tiny piercing of pain, until she was
facing Julian. Though his expression was softer, the fire in his eyes was all
too revealing. He wanted her badly. She laid her hand on his cheek, feeling the
warm flush of his arousal. Closing his eyes, he rubbed his cheek lightly
against it. Leaning in, he kissed her again, this time slipping his tongue
between her lips. With a gentle sigh, she opened to him, letting his tongue
flicker and play over her teeth. His arm slid around her waist, resting on the
dip just over her hip then pulling her close. She snuggled in tightly, wanting
to feel his body envelop hers. To feel the safety of his kiss and the soothing
warmth of his caress. He welcomed her with a wide-open embrace, pulling her
tenderly in to his chest. Selene breathed deeply, taking in the musky male
scent of him. It filled her up and again her sex tingled with the promise of
his cock pounding deep inside. She could feel his manhood, hard and unyielding,
pressing against her center as they kissed. Julian’s hand slid down her spine,
resting on the curve of her ass, then sliding lower to the burning skin
beneath. At first he kneaded gently, not wanting to punish the sore globes of
her buttocks, then more insistently, squeezing and rubbing until she was crying
out into his mouth.

“I need you, Selene,” he sighed, his voice laced with
desperate desire. She couldn’t resist him and already she could feel more of
that slick, wet fluid collecting on the insides of her thighs and running down
into the crease between her pussy and ass. “Let me make love to you, pet.”

“Please, Julian,” she said, brushing her lips across his
cheek, just a faint whisper of contact. “Make love to me, baby. I want to feel
you inside me now.” She rolled onto her back, opening her legs in a gesture of
offering. Julian rose onto his knees, climbing astride her, but as soon as he
shifted his weight she cried out, digging her fingernails into his muscular
thigh. “Stop!” she shrieked. The sensitive skin on her bottom, punished by his
hand and her brush, screamed as the coverlet beneath them scraped across it.
She was sure there were tiny welts left behind and they burned when the weight
of his body pressed her into the sheets. “Please stop,” she whined, the
sensation bringing tears to her eyes.

“I’m sorry, Selene,” he said, pulling away to sit back on
his knees. He met her gaze with a mischievous grin. “Apparently I did my job
well.” Reaching down, he used his thumb to brush away the single tear from
where it had collected just over her cheek. Pressing the fingertip to his lips
and tasting the salty liquid, he offered her his hand. She stared for a second,
then put her hand in his. He clasped it gently, then pulled her up quickly into
a sitting position. “I’ll be careful with you, pet.” His eyes, so blue and
bottomless, beckoned her closer. Wrapping his arms around her, he slid his
large hands under her ass, caressing it gently as he guided her to straddle his
lap. This time would be gentle, nothing rough and fast.

Julian buried his head in the crook of her neck, caressing
the prickling skin with his lips and tongue. With a playful growl he bit down
gently, drawing a squeal from Selene. She could feel his lips part in an amused
smile, then kissed the bite gently. Drawing his hand downward, he grazed the
side of her breast with the tips of his fingers and immediately she was arching
her back, offering more. He was quick to oblige, cupping the breast firmly in
his palm and squeezing with an unyielding grasp. He slid his thumb over the
stiff peak at the center, slowly at first, then pinching it between his thumb and
forefinger, worrying it into a swollen nub. When Selene cried out, he lowered
his head, taking the nipple between his lips and sucking it fully into his
mouth. He suckled hungrily as if she were his only source of sustenance.

“Julian,” she sighed, cradling his head against her chest,
combing her fingertips through his hair. “Julian, please hurry.”

He was enjoying this playful flirtation. Sliding his hand
from her breast and down her belly, he sought out her clit, plump with blood,
with his fingertips. It seemed to shudder at his touch and he laughed. Then,
taking his cock into his hand, he began to slide it up and down her slit,
stirring the tip in the cocktail of her juices. Selene whimpered, trying
desperately to angle her hips just right and let him slip inside, but he was
having none of it. He wanted to make her wait. This time he would punish her
with pleasure. “Such an impatient pet,” he growled, roughly pulling her breast
into his mouth again, kneading it as he bit down hard on the nipple. Selene shrieked
again, pushing her hips forward. His cock was poised at her entrance, pulsing
and jerking as Julian held himself back.

“Fuck me, Julian,” Selene panted. Her voice was pleading and
he was quick to oblige, finally succumbing to his own need. With a hard push of
his hips, he buried his cock deeply inside. Selene moaned loudly, wrapping her
legs around his waist. She pulled him in tight, wanting their bodies as close
as humanly possible. To feel that they were indeed one. Slowly and
deliberately, he began moving inside her, the length of his shaft stretching
the narrow canal to its limit. Julian groaned, gripping the cheeks of Selene’s
ass, using it as leverage to work her hips back and forth. The rhythm was
quick, but she didn’t mind. He shoved into her hard and held her still for a
moment. Her inner muscles contracted, squeezing his prick and drawing a
guttural groan from his lips. Resting her head on his shoulder, she fell limp
in his arms.

“I…I love you, Selene,” Julian panted, the words coming in
heavy gasps. His body was tense and he held her so tightly that she was sure
there would be bruises in the morning. He was close to his orgasm. She could
feel it. “I may not show it…”

“Hush, Julian,” she murmured, pressing her lips to his
temple. “I know that you love me.” Her words trailed off into a breathy moan as
he rolled his hips, grinding his pelvis against her clitoris.

“God, Selene…” he sighed, feeling her sex begin to shudder
around him, sending vibrations thrumming through his body. “I need you.” With
that he lifted her off his lap, pushing her down onto the bed and spreading her
thighs wide. Before she had the opportunity to protest, he drove into her
again. The headboard behind them banged against the wall, marking the rhythm of
his punishing thrusts. Selene squealed, exquisite pain blossoming with the
friction of the sheets against her bare bottom, but it only served to spark her
climax. Her groans turned to screams that rose in volume and pitch until she
was shouting his name over and over. With a final thrust, he came, spilling his
seed into her with a shudder.

“Selene,” he gasped, kissing her cheeks and forehead. He
brushed her hair back, looking down into her eyes as soon as he could regain
his focus. She smiled, sated and content. “Do you remember how the story
ended?” Selene shook her head, her eyes heavy and bleary with the afterglow.
“Once the princess was soundly spanked and put to bed, she and the prince lived
happily ever after.” Reaching over her, he opened the bedside table and produced
a small velvet box.

Before he even opened it, she already knew her answer.

My name is Alexandra Christian,
or Lexxx if you like (yes, those three Xs are on purpose). I'm an author of
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means, I write about not-so-nice girls getting it on with out-of-this-world
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One Hundred Strokes

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