E is for Enter

E is for Enter

Some smut fiction with a half-ass spanking and a splash of D/s. Again, in first person. You've been warned. 

"May I enter?" Nick grazes my earlobe, suppressing a giggle. 

A bit late for that question, as Nick is already on his way in. Curled behind me, one leg wedged in between mine, propped on the elbow, perfectly aligned. He is ready to sink in, to bottom out. Jam it, no, that's too rough, Nick doesn't jam. Penetrate, no, to clinical. Enter, that's the perfect word, enter. 

Since Nick discovered that the word 'enter' is giving me major hots, every day is a field day. Any knock on the door is greeted by a cheerful "Enter!" from Nick and a sideway dirty glance with a wink at me.

It all started a few nights ago, when Nick came home way past midnight, after one of his charity events. I wonder how many skimpily dressed young things circled around and rubbed against him there, he was properly hot and bothered when he crawled into bed. And let out a loud huff, because he thought I was asleep. Fair enough, I was indeed half asleep, so I mumbled, "Go ahead, Nicky." 

To which Nicky responded with reaching for all the familiar buttons to get me going. No, I was not in the mood, so I swatted his hand and repeated, "Don't bother with me, just go ahead." 

"Hall pass?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Please, don't keep the score."

"You're the league champion, I'm barely hanging there. I always keep the score." 

"Then stop. Can you please just fuck me?" 

Nick gasped at the obscenity. The duvet went down, the nightie went up. He maneuvered me around, so now he's facing my bum, still covered with panties. 

Taking off my panties is Nick's job and his only. Sometimes he yanks them down, sometimes he makes a show out of it, glacially peeling them off. This time they were off with a lightening speed, accompanied by a thunderous smack. "Language!" 

"It was a verb!" I protested with vehemence. 

"Choose another verb. Five more coming up." 

"Like what, enter?" 

"Count!" Nick paused for my response. "I didn't hear you."

"Ok, I'll count."

"Wrong answer," followed by a smack. Wow, Nick switched to his Dom mood. 

"Yes, sir!"

Counting the remaining five was uneventful. Now I was completely awake, but still not in the mood. Half-ass spanking of a half-asleep woman doesn't get you far, Nick didn't learn that trick yet. 

Covering his lap didn't help, Nick was still hard, if not even harder. I saw it in his flushed face, burning ears, darker than the night eyes. 

"We need to talk, Nick." 

"Right, perfect timing as always." 

Now, the whole concept of taking without giving, even temporarily, is foreign to Nick. The thought of completely taking over the control in the bedroom doesn't bode well with him either. So, I tried to explain the simple truth in the most idiotic way. 

"Look, in layman's terms, when you feel great, I feel great. When you take me, enter me, I feel great, because it makes you feel great. I don't always need to come to feel great. When you get home late, I want you to wake me up and take me. When you enter me," Nick smirked, but I decided to disregard it for a moment. "It's the best thing in the world. Do you get it, what I mean?"

"Yes," Nick nodded. 

"Yes who?" 

He straightened his back. "Yes, ma'am."  A boyish smile lit up the room. "So, enter, eh?"