He laughed. "Not a chance, petal. No, I'm going to make you sit on this cherry red ass all night, leave you thinking of being stretched out and under my hand. And then later, after our lovely dinner and a nice long visit, when your friends have decided that I'm an acceptable sort of orc to let you stay with and they've called their cab and left us alone again…then you can have my cock."

I moaned and slapped my palm against the floor. "I'll tell Natalie to fuck off and let me get laid the second I open the door," I said.

Khell grabbed my waist and let out a belly laugh, shaking me on his lap until I was giggling too. He shifted, pulling his hands away, and I thought he meant to let me slide away.

But of course not.

Crack! Crack!

These ones were harder, and I screamed in earnest, the sensation sharp and intense. But the moment Khell's hands grasped my cheek, the pain settled again, softened and burned into me, leaving me limp.

"There, that's pretty. That should do for the first time," Khell murmured, framing my ass in his hands and pressing my cheeks together, then spreading them apart. "Fine. I want to make a good impression, so I'd better have you relaxed."

My head was still spinning from the last two spanks, and then the room was spinning as Khell pulled me up from the floor. He turned me face-up on his lap, and I groaned at the burning flames that covered my ass. Sitting would be an adventure tonight.

"Wait, let me ride you—" I cried.

"I said no cock, pet," Khell growled.

I gaped at him, my brain too full of the heat on my ass to catch up to his plan. His hand was under my skirt, shoving my panties aside, and then his fingers were plunging deep, stroking every sensitive, aching, needy inch of me.

It was embarrassingly quick. Khell had barely started touching me before I was orgasming, and it was like having all the joy of the release stolen from me. I'd missed the fun of the climb.

But Khell wasn't a one-and-done sort of lover. His mouth found mine, swallowing my voice as he continued to fuck me with his fingers, his thumb searching out my clit and making quick, firm circles. I gasped for air and found his tongue against mine, thrusting as fast and thoroughly as his hand between my legs.

The second orgasm was nearly as sudden as the first, but sweeter and longer, the fire of the spanking tangling with the explosion of release. Khell gentled his touch but kept it constant as I shook and shuddered in his arms, only pulling away when the aftershocks settled.

I was sweaty, my ass was burning, my panties were twisted and probably wet, and Khell was beaming down at me, cradling the mess he’d made like I was precious wreckage.