Alex was woken up by a thud, his eyes opening in a squinted matter as his orbs attempted to adjust to the new bright light. Sun filtered in through his windows, creating bars across the expanse of his carpet. He runs a hand back through his rustled hair before stretching as a yawn falls past his open lips.

That’s when everything hit him like a car crash.

He’s sitting up in a hurry, his back as straight as a billboard. He glances around his bedroom, noticing the pushed back covers beside him, the fact that he was still naked, and the hint of Faye’s vanilla smell that still wafted about him.

He grins, listening to the distant sound as she showered. He heard her cussing, meaning the thud he heard had been the reaction of whatever shampoo bottle she had dropped.

A slow smile creeps onto his mouth as he throws back the covers, jumping out of bed. He felt the good kind of sore, the one that told him: “You did good!” It was also the triumphant sore, the one that told him: “You did it!” Not that he thought Faye was a quest he had to conquer, but because he had finally found someone to develop this kind of relationship with. And he couldn’t be more excited.

He prances out of the room after slipping on a fresh pair of boxers, deciding to bypass the temptation of joining Faye in the shower. He wanted her to be clean for at least a little bit; that is, before he took her once again and made the perspiration drip off her skin like rain on a window pane.

He was in a good mood, bouncing about the kitchen as he prepared breakfast for the two of them. He felt French toast strongly, and he made sure to add an extra dose of cinnamon just because he was feeling generous.

Alex definitely couldn’t wait to see what he and Faye got into today.

In the bathroom, Faye was getting out of the shower. After waking up in Alex’s bed today, she knew that she wanted to at least wash the sex from yesterday off before they continued their antics today. She had debated on whether or not to wash her hair, knowing it would just get sweaty and knotted after their activities, so decided to just run some shampoo through her mane briefly. She had also made sure to shave everywhere , her skin smooth and smelling of strawberries.

As she had pulled herself out of sleep this morning, she couldn’t help but feel a little prickle of unease at the back of her brain. Don’t get her wrong; last night had been one of the most amazing sexual experiences of her life. There was just one thing that remained a point of weird for her:

The fact that it was with Alex.

It’s not like it weighed her down like a barbell; no, not at all. It was just that there was still that part of her that thought: What are you doing? This is Alex! Your goofy best friend who used to enjoy the fact that you were a smart ass!

Even though this was just her subconscious, Faye still felt the need to defend herselfand Alex.

He wasn’t necessarily controlling her. No. He really just controlled her in bed. And it was just in that setting that he doesn’t appreciate her smart-ass comments. He made it clear last night: when they are slipping into that mode together, he had complete and utter control of the situation. Which, honestly, Faye was fine with.

It was a huge turn-on and unbelievably arousing. She wasn’t complaining.

Faye shakes these thoughts away as she pulls on her clean pair of panties, deciding to leave her bra off and just pulls on an oversized tee that brushed just above her mid-thigh. She knew Alex would appreciate it, knew he would like the fact that she was teasing him. Because what’s the fun in this if there isn’t even a little bit of goading?

After blow drying her hair minimally so that it was just a little damp, she makes her way out of the bathroom. She spots Alex in the kitchen, swinging his hips a tad as he hummed some pop song that was always on the radio. He flips a piece of toast into the air.

Faye giggles softly into her hand, taking small, quiet steps as to not disturb him.

She leans against the counter as her eyes watch him playfully, his torso swaying, his head bobbing, and his lips pursed as he whistled under his breath. It was quite entertaining and she found herself smiling the remainder of the time he was singing to the music in his head. It wasn’t until she’d been taunting him silently for two whole minutes that he whipped around and found her there, gazing at him with a joyful expression.

“Something amusing?” he mocks, placing his hands on his hips. He cocks one of them sassily, narrowing his eyes. She grins, pushing away from her leaning stance.

“You were,” she plays, seeing how far she can push him, “last night.”

His face darkens. “Excuse me?”

“It was almost hysterical,” she shrugs as she rounds the counter to come fully into the kitchen. “Hilarious, actually, watching you try to act like you were the best I’d ever had. So confident. Had me in stitches, I must say—”

A small, surprised oof leaves her lips as she was being crushed against his chest, her body heating up at the feel of his warm torso against her spine. His arms grip at her waist with a ferocity that set her flesh on fire, the feel of his bare skin against hers enough to drive her insane. Her heart pounds before she can stop it.

“I see we’re starting off like this today,” he breathes hotly into her ear, shivers stringing up and down her body. A hand is there then, slipping over her side before moving down, pushing past the shirt hem to find the top of her panties. Breath catches in her throat. “Just because we aren’t planning on having sex in the next ten minutes, doesn’t mean I’m not still in charge. I told you I wanted to ravish you all day. That means you are mine for the next fifteen hours.” Lips ghost over her neck, his hand dipping into her panties in a motion so fluid her head was spinning. “Understood?” When she doesn’t answer, his free hand is coming down to smack against her ass, her head nodding quickly in affirmation. He smirks. “Good girl.”

As he bites at her earlobe, she feels a rough finger ease its way into the top of her crease, resting just above her clitoris. Her pulse thickens under her jaw, a lump getting caught in her throat. It was only nine o’clock in the morning and he was already getting her soaked to the bone.

“You’re ready for me already?” he taunts in her ear, her eyes slipping closed at the growl in his voice. “I apologize little Faye, but you’ll have to wait.”

His hand that was resting on her waist moves up, gives her a breast a firm squeeze, then is pulling away from her altogether. The hand in her panties slides out swiftly and the warmth of his body was absent from her back.

She whips around. “You claim I can’t tease you yet you tease me even more.”

“All part of the game, darling,” he grins, sending her a sneaky little wink before turning back to the French toast. “And could you get us plates? Our food is about ready.” She gives him another glare—that was ignored—before going over to the cabinets and reaching up to grab his requested items. She couldn’t help but feel the brewing in her lower stomach and the slickness between her thighs. God damnit. I just put on a new pair of underwear.

She watches as he slides their two perfectly-shaped pieces of toast onto the plates, her heart pounding louder and louder as she gazes at his long fingers. All she could think about was when they’d been inside of her, thrusting and curling and grazing—she has to snap her thighs closed at the naughty musings.

“Orange juice?” Alex is asking then, her eyes popping open. He was standing at the fridge, the door propped open. His stance was casual, like he hadn’t just claimed her as his one minute ago.

“Sure,” she smiles, her body so hot that she felt she would burn him if he touched her again.

Faye grabs them silverware before bringing their plates over to the small table pushed against the bare wall of their kitchen, the one they used whenever company wasn’t over. She sits in the chair she always does, waiting for Alex to join her before eating. It was something she always did, especially since he made her the food. She didn’t want to be disrespectful—even though it was the smallest form of disrespect possible— and not because he had some sort of control over her now, but because it was just the way Faye was. She liked to give everyone the respect they deserved.

In her train of thought, she didn’t realize she had zoomed down the tracks so far that her eyes didn’t even register Alex sitting down across from her. “You gonna eat?” he asks with a bite of his own food poised in front of him. She blushes fiercely at the stare he was giving her. She nods without words before picking her fork up.

“How did you sleep?” he asks after they’d been eating in silence for a few minutes.

She shrugs, dipping a piece of toast in her puddle of syrup. “Better than most nights.” He grins cheekily at this. “Don’t be smug.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

She discreetly rolls her eyes, chewing at her food thoughtfully. Is this what it would always be like from now? Idle chatter and witty banter before he took over her again and fucked her into oblivion? The shudder that just twisted down her body told she hoped so.

It wasn’t until Faye was down to her final bite, the piece of toast on her fork and everything, that he brought the conversation to last night.

“How did it feel?” he asks as he finishes his food, the silverware clanking to the plate in a final tone. “Letting me take over you like that?” He was genuinely curious, his head cocked to the side and his arms leisurely crossed over his chest. She purses her lips before taking a bite of her food, chewing over her answer before swallowing.

Faye finally shrugs, setting her own fork down as she concludes her meal. “Empowering,” she admits slowly. “Mostly because I knew it was my choice to let you treat me like that. Because you knew you had earned that.”

He grins at her words. “Good answer.”

A light blush colors her cheeks. “Thanks.”

His eyes suddenly haze into that rich brown, that one that was almost black, his grin turning into a mischievous smirk. “Faye,” he begins, leaning forward, making sure they didn’t break eye contact, “how long has it been since I spanked you for the first time?” His long fingers circle the lip of his glass, her gaze flicking to the motion momentarily before they were back on his own orbs.

“Uhm,” she hesitates, her top teeth digging into her bottom lip, “probably about 36 hours, give or take.”

“Would you like another one?”

Once again, her face floods with blood, the red making her flesh glow. He couldn’t help the beaming grin that stretched his face then, glad that he could make her react in such a way. He waits for her answer, tapping his fingers against his glass absentmindedly.

“Uhm,” she repeats, unsure of what to do with her hands. “I…I…” she quickly gets to her feet, needing to do something to occupy her before she got all strung out, grabbing at their empty plates. “I, uh, well…” she doesn’t even justify her rambling, just quickly rushes to the sink, dropping the plates in the chrome dip and turning the water on. She breathes in and out harshly as she tries to think over all that had happened within the past day.

Soon, sooner than she had expected, she felt his hands tightening over her waist, holding her there as his breath hits her neck. She stiffens, the water running warm over her hands and his body heating up her back. She felt so hot, so hot she was sweating, but not from the temperature.

“Little Faye,” he sing-songs in her ear, his throaty voice resounding through her skull like a deep, sensual bass. “You didn’t answer me,” he chuckles a tad, finding the top of her panties again. “You hesitated. Don’t you think that deserves a spanking?”

She knew she wanted to be spanked again. And she knew that he wanted to spank her again. It was all in the eyes, all in the body language and the way they had moved around each other this morning. They were on edge, just waiting to see what would happen first since they had just taken this new step last night. She didn’t think it would happen right away, didn’t think he would claim her again just after breakfast, but she anticipated it nonetheless, the pulse at her neck practically pounding like a drum behind her skin. Her mouth runs dry as he reaches around her to shut the water of the sink off.

“Bend over with your body a little ways from the counter, your arms stretched out with your upper body parallel to the ground,” he mutters a small command in her ear before the feel of his body was gone, taken away as he moved back. She assumed he didn’t want her to look at him, wanted to see if she would take his demand and do it.

So she did.

She felt a little silly bending over for him, her back flattening and her arms stretching out to grab hold of the edges of the countertop. But she felt that slickness and heat between her legs, her body clenching knowing he could probably see the dampness at the center of her panties.

Once she had been bent over and waiting for him for a good thirty seconds, she feels his hands move the back of her shirt up, exposing the hemline of her panties.

“Shit, that’s a pretty sight,” he exhales sharply, greeted with the image of her slighted pink ass beneath a pair of blue laced panties, the center soaked and practically see-through. Her punishment had faded to a light dusk, just a small reminisce of her first spanking. But he was about to heighten it, bring the color and twinge back to life, all with the palm of his hand.

Then he was swiftly pulling them down, exposing her most intimate parts to the cool air of their apartment. A quick smack was sent to her ass in preparation.

“You still with me, babe?” he asks, grazing a smooth hand down her freshly-hit cheek.

Her breathing was shaky, her body convulsing. Something about the way he takes control, takes over her just made something inside of her switch on. She didn’t know what it was, and she’d be damned to go that far into herself to figure it out. “Yeah,” she manages to get out, tucking her ass out further to wait for the next slap.

He smiles wide. “Good girl.”

That was the third, maybe fourth, time he’s called her that and she knew she would never get sick of it. A couple more smacks are delivered, her body jolting and clenching and tensing with each one, but in the most delicious ways. They weren’tmeant to hurt, like a parent would spank their child, but it was meant to hurt in the sense of causing pleasure, to show care and respect for another person. And the fact that he respected her enough to do this, and she him, made this all the better. Her stomach muscles tightened with each hit, each spank, and she waited for it. Anticipated it, even. She was drenched by the time he was done, her ass a brighter pink than the first time and her pussy throbbing with want and need.

Then fingers were there, probing at her lips, coating his tips before swiping them at her inner thigh to prove how wet she was. Her hips rut against his hand as he does so, another dark chuckle meeting her ears. “So eager,” he teases, sliding his magic hands over her ass before bunching at her waist. “You don’t understand how happy I am about this new arrangement. You’re perfect for this.”

Shudders attack her spine as she feels his clothed cock press against her wet opening, her jaw dropping and throat emitting a low, almost guttural groan. “The way you react,” he continues, fingers gripping hips to keep her burning ass pressed against his boxer-clad front, “and the way you surrender so easily…oh God, if I talk about it too much I may come without being inside of you.” He breathes out, one of his hands slipping under the front of her shirt to find her breasts.

As he tortured her, brought her closer and closer to the full shebang, he couldn’t help but think of the consequences. How would this affect their friendship? What if things didn’t work out and they had to call this new relationship off? What if she found some other guy who was willing to do this with her in the bedroom andcommit to being a boyfriend? Alex growled deep in his chest at the image of another guy touching her, spanking her, taking her. A green monster that he didn’t even know existed was rearing it’s ugly head at the thought of Faye being with someone else; and it was new and different. She’d had boyfriends before, had slept with other men and Alex had never minded. And now he’s been with her twice yet is already envious at the prospect of her being with other guys?

A new sense of urgency plummets through Alex and he forces her straight up again, turning her roughly around and slamming them back against the counter, his lips ravishing hers with a hunger that came out of nowhere.

Faye felt the breath leave her at the sudden movement, his hands finding her waist and moving her body up until her bare ass was seated on the cool counter.

Chills ran up and down her body as her newly-spanked ass contrasted with the cold surface, her lips trying to keep up with the pressing kisses he was giving her. What had she done to open up this side of him? Of course the past times they’d done this he’d been in control and dominating and dark, but this…what was this? He was practically ravaging her, as if they were having angry sex over an angry situation.

What could he possibly have been mulling over for this to show colors?

Her musings were swept away as he peels away from her lips, his hands coming down smoothly to release his dick from the confines of his boxers. He was as hard as a rock, she could see, her eyes widening at the darkly-colored head that was now pushing between her legs. He rested it between her thighs, pushing her sweaty hair back from her face.

“Faye,” he breathes, her name sounding so sensual and erotic coming from his bruised lips. She moaned just at the one word. “Remember what you’re getting yourself into.” Was he trying to reassure her or himself? Either way, she understood what he was saying.

This was a huge step to take from being just friends to suddenly diving into a purely sexual relationship that had no attachments or commitments. But Faye craved it and she didn’t think she would be able to turn back from this.

“I know,” she mumbles, her pupils dilating right before his eyes. “I wouldn’t be allowing this if I didn’t understand.”

He nods, his forehead falling against hers before he’s pushing in. A small cry leaves Faye’s lips at the intrusion, teeth biting lips as she gets use to him being inside of her. He was taking deep breaths, waiting for her to adjust, before he’s moving his hips steadily back and forth.

It was slow, lazy, morning sex that had both drowning in pleasure. Their breaths mingled as her arms curled around his neck, his hands pressing bruises into her waist as he fucked her sharp and clear, not too fast but not too slow either. Her walls quivered around him and her legs wrapped eagerly around his waist to get him at a different angle.

Alex watched as his best friend came undone in front of him for the third time minutes later, her eyes squeezing shut and her body giving out as he finished himself off as well.

What she didn’t realize was that he felt too attached, felt too enamored with her, and he knew that she was all he would be able to see for the remainder of this arrangement.