The sound of the ripping fishnet spurred him to take her violently, as if it were the aural key to some previously unlocked door. She felt the ripping mesh against her skin, each individual thread popping down the length of her leg, freeing her skin, and so much else.
She presented her ass to him. He thwapped it again, significantly harder this time. She responded with a sharp intake of breath.
The tenor of his voice changed. “Can I spank you harder?” he asked. They had never done this before. They didn’t know the rules. Maybe there were no rules.
Pause. “Yes,” she whispered.