Maverick's
Black Cat
(co-authored with Maggie Casper)
Publisher:
Ellora's Cave
Genre(s): BDSM

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She logged on right on time. If nothing else, she was prompt, Mason would give her that.

Maverick: Hello, Kitten.

BlackCat: Hi. What is it about spanking that turns you on?

Mason hooted with laughter, the sound filling the quiet of the room. It was a good thing he was alone. Normally one to stay in complete control, Mason’s exuberant outburst would have garnered many inquisitive looks.

The damned vixen was trying to beat him at his own game. Evidently, she was still miffed about having her question time cut back for not obeying.

Maverick: Hard question to answer, Kitten. For me, it depends on whether the spanking is an erotic one or one meted out for punishment.

BlackCat: Tell me about the erotic ones. I don’t know whether I’m ready to hear about the other yet.

Maverick: It’s all about bringing about a new type of sensation—one so keen, so sharp, my partner’s body can’t help but respond. To watch a woman strip for what is to come, to watch as her trembling fingers fumble with buttons and snaps.

Mason waited to see if she wanted to interject anything. When his screen remained blank, his cursor blinking, he closed his eyes and thought about what was so erotic about spanking. What turned him on the most? Then, when he had the picture clear in his mind, he opened his eyes and began to type.

Maverick: It's even more erotic if she follows orders well. To watch as she drapes herself face down over my lap or situates herself in whatever position I desire. It’s hotter than you could ever imagine. She may be hesitant, extremely aroused or a combination of both, but she does it anyway, waiting with bated breath for the first contact between my hand and the flesh of her ass.

Just talking about it was enough to make his palm tingle and, as whenever he had an Instant Message meeting with his Kitten, his cock was rock-hard.

Maverick: The best part, though, is to feel her grind her hips helplessly as the heat spreads across her flesh and arrows straight to her core. To know I can get her off with no more than a light touch is a huge turn on. Seeing the flush of her skin caused by my own hand is almost enough to get me there, too.

He was almost there, just writing about it. Without giving her time to add anything, he finished.

Maverick: And just when she thinks she can handle no more and her cries change from gentle moans to pleading gasps, I stop and take her hard and fast. That, Kitten, is what turns me on about an erotic spanking.

It took a bit before she answered. Mason fervently wished he could see her face during the passing time. Of course, if he could see her face, there was a very good chance he’d bend her over the foot of his bed and do exactly as he’d just explained.

BlackCat: Wow! Very intense.

Maverick: It was, wasn’t it? So is the real thing. Are you turned on, Kitten?

He wanted to know if his explanation had made her wet. Was she fingering herself without his permission? It was driving him crazy not knowing. There was no way he could keep complete control without seeing her—knowing it, left a bad taste in his mouth. Mason already had an idea of something he could do to at least partially fix the problem, an idea he’d been mulling over. It was something he’d have to check into.