Chapter 18 – Grovel

NOTES: bold text indicates text messages. Italics indicates Russian Language. Bold and italics will denote Arabic.

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Sasha’s POV

We hung out with Imhotep for a little while longer but then he decided to drive home. He had come up from school in Virginia for Christmas break and stopped to visit Nef before heading home. He knew that Nef wouldn't be home until Christmas Eve and wanted to see her before then. After her spa trip with her mom she and Imhotep had gone shopping for Christmas gifts then caught a movie. After the movie they had lounged around talking and then finally went to sleep.

“He slept in my bed with me. I wasn’t gonna make my twin brother sleep on the floor or an air mattress.”

“I know and I sorry,” I said. It really did make sense to me and I was embarrassed for reacting the way I did. “I was just shocked to see some half dressed guy in your bed. I honestly didn’t stop to think or realized how much you guys look alike.”

“Twins, Kitten. It’s actually kinda scary how much Immy and I look alike, more so than other fraternal twins.”

“You forgive me?”

“No. I had a really bad week and you made it worse.”

We were lying on her bed so I moved my head to her chest. I looked up and her with pleading eyes. “Please? I sorry. I not mean to be bad.”

“Not the puppy dog eyes.” She placed her hands over my eyes and looked away. I whimpered. “No, you were a bad boy.”

“I buy you presents while I was gone.”

“Nope. You’re still bad."

I moved up to kiss her but she turned her head away from me. “No turn away. Kiss please?”

“No I don’t kiss bad boys.”

I pressed my face into her stomach.

“And then you flirted with the waitress!”

My head shot up, shocked at what she had just said.. I had barely acknowledge her. I did not flirt with Shelley I saw her smiling and I knew she was teasing me.

“She was hot,” I defended myself, sticking my tongue out at her. “Shelley was pretty.”

Nef pushed me over onto my back and straddle me. “Oh really?” She challenged. I nodded yes and her hands went to my sides. She started to tickle me and I screamed. Oh God. I’m incredibly ticklish.

“No! Stop. She not pretty. She ugly! Very very ugly,” I tried to say around my laughter.

“Who’s the prettiest?”

“You are!” I tried to grab Nef’s arms but I was afraid to grab the bandage. I didn’t want to hurt her. Her hands went from my sides to my stomach and I couldn’t breathe.

“Please!”

She stopped tickling me. “No this is your punishment. Bad boys are punished.”

“No punish me! I be good.” I grabbed her wrists and I held her hands to my lips.
“Please don’t tickle me. I can’t take it.”

Instead of letting go of her hands I pulled her down onto my chest and held her against me. I didn’t trust her not to tickle me again. She relaxed against my chest and held me close.

“I missed you.” She kissed my lips.

With Christmas being so close it was going to be a lazy few days for her. She didn’t have work or classes until after the New Year. She talked to me about meeting her parents and told me not to worry.

“My dad is not actually a two-headed dragon that is going to kill you. He’s a nice guy.”

Of course she thought he was a nice guy. He’s her dad. At least he’s a caps fan. I have that on my side. Her hand reach under my shirt and she began to trail her fingers over my chest.

“No tickling,” I reminded. She smirked at me.

Her hands traveled from my chest down to my belt buckle. She unzipped my jeans and pushed them down over my hips.

“Turn over.” Turn over? Why? The good stuff is in the front, right under your hands. She sat up and nudged my shoulder so I rolled over to lie on my stomach. She pulled down my jeans until they were at my knees. Her hand rubbed down from my neck to my shoulders to my hips. Oooo a back rub? Yes, please. I was completely relaxed from the gentle massage that she gave me.

“No tickling, right?” she asked.

“No tickling.”

I felt her hand come down as a sharp swat to my backside. I was startled and I moved to sit up but she put her hand in the middle of my back and pushed me back down on the bed. Her hand came down again but this time it was on the left side of my butt. I groaned deep in my throat. It felt surprisingly good. The swats fell, alternating between each side of my butt at varying speeds and strength.

“Are you going to be a good boy?”

“If not will you spank me?”

Nef slid my underwear to join my jeans and began to swat bare skin. I could feel the heat coming from her hand as she rubbed me in between the swats. I arched backward into her skillful hands. I had never been spanked like this before. It seemed like every swat sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my hardening erection. The swats were irregular. I could never tell when she was going to hit me or how hard. Her caressing hand seemed to sensitize my skin.

I could feel the tingling, stinging, almost pain from being spanked spread up my spine and throughout my body. My hips began to move along the bed, thrusting my hard on against the sheet for friction. It had been almost two weeks since Nef and I had been together and I wanted her.

“I want you.”

“No, you’re being punished. You don’t get what you want.”

A swat can down particularly hard and I cried out. Yes! My hands gripped the sheet as I struggled not to grab her. I wanted her now. How had I gotten so hard? How had I gotten so aroused?

“Please. I want you.”

“No.”

Damn it woman. I need to cum. I slid my hand under my hips to stroke my cock but she pulled it away.

“Bad Sasha.”

Her hand moved down and she began to swat the back of my thighs. The skin there was even more sensitive than on my butt. She lightly dragged her nails over the redden skin and I hissed. I needed to touch her. I need to be insider her.

“Nef,” I almost didn’t recognize the sound of my own voice. It sounded so raw and needy.

“Don’t move and don’t touch yourself.” She got off the bed and left the room. She’s leaving now?!

I squirmed on the bed, thrusting my hips harder against the bedspread. Sweet delicious friction against the underside of my cock made me groaned deep in my throat.

“I said not to move.” Nef returned with a hand towel and a bowl of something. I couldn’t tell what it was.

Nef crawled on to the bed and straddled my back facing away from me. This position was familiar. She did it every time she intended to do something particular wicked to me. She liked to tease me. She liked to tease me until I couldn’t see straight or even speak in coherent sentences.

“Grab the head board and don’t let go. Naughty boy needs to learn to listen.”

She brought her hand down swatting my butt and thighs a few more times. These were harder than before and a couple of them actually made me wince. I felt something cold and wet slide across my skin and I nearly bucked off the bed. It was a shocking contrast between the heat from the spanking and the rubbing of her hand.

“Be still,” she warned.

I tried to obey but it was hard. Hell I was hard. The ice traced over the skin of my butt and down to my thighs. The sensations made my toes curl as I tried to remain still. My body seemed to move on its on accord, squirming restlessly on the bed. The cube of ice melted against the heat of my punished skin leaving it damp. I felt her draw back and I expected her to reach for another piece of ice. She didn’t. Instead she began to spank me again.

The water from the melted ice made the sting worse and I cried out with each swat. I couldn’t bring myself to ask her to stop. It felt too good. I wanted more. The stinging pain of it made me harder, made me needier.

“Please,” I begged. I needed something, anything to make me cum.

Nef stood beside the bed and told me to turn over onto my back. I did and hissed as my weight pressed my tender backside onto the bed. My hand went to my erection again but Nef pulled it away. She pushed my hands toward the headboard and reminded me that I was supposed to be holding onto it. She straddled me across my stomach still facing away from me. She began to spank my inner thighs, inching closer and closer to my dripping erection before moving back down my legs. Please, just touch me there. I was so close to cumming without her actually touching my cock.

She reached toward the bowl and pulled out another piece of ice. I trembled uncontrollably when she trailed over my thighs. I had been babbling and whimpering, pleading with her to make me cum or to let me touch myself. The hand not holding the piece of ice traced ghosting paths over my cock and balls. The touches were so light I wasn’t completely aware of it until I felt her press a piece of ice to the head of my erection. I’m sure I screamed and thrust into her hand but my mind was so clouded with pleasure that I couldn’t focus on anything but the feel of her hands on my skin.

She rapidly stroked my cock, still pressing the ice firmly against my skin. It didn’t take long for my body to spasm as I came, letting out a hoarse scream. There were blinding, colorful lights flashing behind my eyes as an intense orgasm ripped through me.