SLAP!
"HIIIKKK!!!"
Nightfire arched her back with a sharp, breathless cry as the loud smack echoed through the room.
Her hands flew to grab Aether's wrist in pure reflex, eyes wide in shock—but he didn't stop. The sting bloomed across her skin, hot and sudden, while her ass jiggled slightly under the sheer black lace, the fabric hugging her curves deliciously tight. His palm remained there, heavy and warm, pressing into the spot he'd just struck like he owned it.
"You... you actually hit me?!"
She gasped, her voice high and trembling, more stunned than angry.
She hissed through clenched teeth, cheeks flushed deep crimson—not just from the spank, but from something far more dangerous, far more shameful.
A twisted mix of anger, embarrassment... and arousal.
Aether grinned slowly, eyes gleaming like a predator with its prey already squirming in its jaws.
"Correction," he said with a soft chuckle, his voice laced with mischief. "I spanked you."
