Hearing my name on his lips is more rewarding than taking any high-end pharmaceutical. I charge forward, hurling myself past the point of no return while dragging him along behind me. I want you to strip me down to my underwear and f*ck me like the filthy little slut I am, David. I crave it."

His hands tighten on my ass, hard enough to hurt for the barest moment. Then he hooks the edges of my panties and eases them down a few inches. Just enough to tease us both. "Dirty little slut is right. No good girl talks like that. No good girl wants to be fucked bare and filled up."

"Being a good girl is overrated."

"Guess I'll have to teach you some manners," he says softly, so softly I'm not sure if he's talking to me or himself. "Until you learn to behave properly. Not bend over and flash your pussy at the first person to walk through the door." He eases my panties down to the lower curve of my ass.

I can't quite draw in a full breath. This is both a game and intensely serious. If I were smart, I'd bend for him, would promise to be a good girl and obedient. The thought sends a bolt of heat through me, but it's nothing compared to the feeling when I imagine pushing back. Play the brat, which doesn't feel much like playing at all. I lick my lips. "If someone else walked through that door, they'd already have their tongue in my pussy."

He tsks. "You're just proving my point." David digs his thumbs into the soft flesh where my ass meets my thighs and spreads me. I don't know how much he can see in the low light, but I feel exposed when the cold air touches my center.

Abruptly, he releases me and steps back. Dazed, I watch him in the reflection as he strides to the empty chair and sinks onto it. "Come here, birthday girl."

I slowly straighten. My brain is buzzing so hard, it's a wonder I'm able to move at all. After a brief debate, I pull my panties back into place. He's teasing me, and while I can appreciate a good edging should it come to that, it's not in my nature to make things the least bit easy.

I put a little swing in my step as I cross to him. God, the way this man watches me. He drinks in the sight of me like I'm the best kind of scotch, expensive and meant to savor.

I don't want to be savored.

I want to be fucking railed.

David holds out a hand, a clear command. I reluctantly set mine in his. I barely have a chance to register his grip tightening when he yanks me forward to sprawl face-down across his lap. I shriek and flail, but he plants one large hand across the small of my back, easily pinning me in place.

"What the fuck?"

"Exactly, Anna. What the fuck?" He palms my ass again. Apparently, David is an ass man. Either that, or he's just touching the part of me most easily accessible. I honestly can't be certain of anything when it comes to him. He grips the back of my panties and pulls them back to the exact spot they were earlier. "I didn't give you permission to cover up again."

"Fuck off." I wiggle, mostly to test him, and his thighs tense beneath me, shifting so that I'm high-centered and even more helpless than before.

"Good girls get rewards. Do you know what bad girls get?"

I shiver, my instinct to fight battling with my desire for whatever comes next. "What?"

"Birthday spankings." He brings his hand down on my bare ass before I can brace for it.

I shriek and flail harder. Rationally, I'm more than aware that he's not spanking me that hard. I had a girlfriend who was really into spanking and she could leave me bruised for days. David is nowhere near that level of impact. Yet.

None of that matters, though. "Stop."

"Stop doesn't mean stop. Red means stop." He doesn't spank me again, though. I belatedly realize that he's giving me time to react. "Do you want to use red, Anna?"

Of course not. The struggle is as much part of this game as anything. Humiliation lashes me. I don't want to admit that I want it. I want to fight it and tell him no and have him overpower me. This is just another layer of the game, though. A game that he's as invested in as I am. The evidence of his desire is there, pressed up against my stomach.

I drag in a rough breath. "No, you absolute asshole. I don't want to use red. Or yellow."

"Mmmm." He waits a beat more. Apparently satisfied, David says, "You're twenty-five tonight. That was one. Can you handle twenty-four more?"

Jesus. "Only one way to find out."

"You'll keep count." His hand descends again. "Forget your place and we start over."

This time, I don't shriek. I just grind out, "Two."

And so we go. He alternates the strength and placement of each contact, until my entire ass and upper thighs feel like they're on fire. Until tears run down my face and I'm sobbing out each number. Until my pussy is throbbing with every beat of my heart.

"Twenty-five!"

David doesn't hesitate. He plunges a single finger into me. "What a little slut," he murmurs. "Punishments are meant to be endured, not enjoyed."

"Am I being punished for turning twenty-five?" I rasp.

"Yes." He wedges another blunt finger into me. He's just as big here as he is everywhere else and the fit is tight. "You turning twenty-five means I have no claim to you anymore."

I can't move, can't spread my legs because of my panties keeping them trapped together, can't see through the fall of my hair, can't do more than take what he's giving me. "You never did anything with the claim you had on me before now."

David twists his wrist and then he's stroking the tips of his fingers against my G-spot. I whimper, the pain radiating from my ass only making me hotter, wetter. "What should I have done, Anna?" His voice is low, serious. "Should I have ripped off that bikini when you were nineteen and licked your pussy until you came all over my face? Should I have fucked you in the backseat last year? Fucked you every year?"

"Yes," I moan. "That's what I wanted. All I wanted." No matter what else is true, this chemistry between us isn't a new thing. "Isn't it what you wanted, too?"

He doesn't answer me with words. He just keeps stroking me on the inside, sending pleasure coiling through me, tighter and tighter. "What I want is for you to come for me. Right now."

It's like his words unlock something inside me. I whimper and then I'm orgasming, my pussy clenching around his fingers. "Oh fuck."

"That's it. That's my girl." He keeps stroking, keeps my orgasm coming in wave after wave, until I'm damn near sobbing. Only then does David ease his fingers out of me, pull my panties up, and maneuver me up until I'm curled in his lap.

A strange lethargy threatens to drag me down. I lean my head against his shoulder and let the rhythm of his breathing soothe me. A ragged inhale. A barely restrained exhaled. We're both panting as if we just ran a long distance. At least he's just as affected as I am.

Part of me can't believe this is happening.

Part of me can't believe it took this long.

The night isn't over yet.

Being this close to David is unsettling. I'm sure we've touched before (it's hard not to when he's carrying my inebriated arse out of bars and parties), but he's always been careful to avoid any extended physical contact. We should avoid extending the touch for any longer than is absolutely required.

Gradually, ever-so-gradually, my body stops trembling. Only then does he loosen his arms over me and sit back. "Good?"

Anything beyond "more please" requires more mental energy than it should cost. As for me, I snort. "Like a good spanking will knock me out cold. That's not even the first round of sexual tension!

When he laughs, it's a low chuckle that I can feel more than hear. It was just pre-play, so don't worry about it, birthday girl. David swallows loudly. "Are you going to be able to stand on your own, or do I need to carry you?"

So doing motivates me to act. I am not the type of person who can be knocked out with a few swats of the hand. No, I'm good. My knees almost turn me into a liar as I push off his lap. Although my legs are trembling, I am able to hold my balance. I avoid making eye contact with him lest I respond inappropriately to his possible amusement.

And still David remains immobile in his seat. His face has lost any expression of amusement as he stares at me from deep, inky eyes. "Wow, look at you, Anna. It's like God created you just to entice me. His eyes drift over me, pausing on my face and body with a weight I can almost feel.

"I intend to do much more than only tempt you." I want to put my hands on him, feel his massive, supple body, and unbutton his pants to feel the full force of his cock. In fact, it appears to be somewhat uncomfortable, given how hard it is pressing against the front of his jeans. I play with my mouth by licking it. It hurts, but I know just what to do to make it better.

I try to touch him on the chest, but he intercepts my hand just in time. David gives a slow head shake. You don't deserve that just yet

Deserved it?

If there was more air, I might be able to chuckle. Suck your cock is what I desire. Surely you won't disagree with me on that."

He raises his brows. "You seem to have the false notion that you are in command of this interaction. No, you're not.

What sense does it make to keep us from having what we both want?"

He taps my wrist gently with his thumb. "Do you send a lot of videos like the one you gave me?"

"You've seen my social media." There is a shrug of my shoulders. "I'm good with images, and there's a trick to doing it right, so why not?"

"Anna." He does a very slight fist tightening. When comparing what you've posted publicly with what you've sent me, there's a big contrast. To be honest, it's artsy and stuff when you're mostly naked.

"I'm mostly naked right now." So as to put him to the test, I pull against his hold. When I am trapped, my entire body feels tight and dependent. And what in the f*** are you referring to? A work of art, that film.

I am the subject of his scrutiny. To which the respondent can only say, "Show me."

"Show you what?"

The speaker then says, "You know what."

I suppose I do. I walk over to where I had previously dropped my phone and pick it up. The moment I am within reach, he pulls me down onto his lap so that my back is on his chest. The sheer volume of David's exposed skin causes me to feel lightheaded. As he does so, he moves my hair out of the way and grabs my phone. I hold my breath as my tummy does a flip while he opens the camera app.

Show me, he says over and over.

I put it into selfie mode by pressing a button, and we lock eyes through the glass. Doing photoshoots can get me a little horny at times. When I need to stimulate my libido, I schedule a photo shoot. It's possible that this trait makes me egocentric. Really, I have no idea. No big deal in my book.

It's the first time I've ever felt this way.

Ok, I say under my breath. To begin recording, I press the button.

He keeps his hand on the phone, but I raise it slightly so that only our mouths are visible. David shifts behind me, and then his lips are against my neck, shockingly tender against the relative roughness of his beard. In a panic, I reach out and clasp his wrist. Like in the first video, I am able to lead the way by guiding his hand to my chest and then leading his down my body slowly.

It's totally different how it was before.

My hand is soft, while David's is calloused. That, and he's a big fucking dude. My nerves are on edge as he hooks the edge of my bra and gently pulls it down, exposing my nipple for our mutual amusement.