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You and Barbatos looked at each other in both shock and horror. You hadn’t been thinking when you snapped the hand towel you were holding at his ass. He’d been sassing you, and it was in your hands, and it was happening before you knew what you were doing. You certainly hadn’t thought Barbatos would moan when the towel hit his plump right cheek.
Barbatos’s face was scarlet. “I apologize. That was very inappropriate.”
“Do you want me to do it again?” Maybe it was how red his face was. Maybe it was how he’d moaned. Maybe it was the obvious tightening at the front of his pants. Whatever it was, you were compelled to ask.
It was very rare you saw the butler flustered, if ever, but the way his voice shook when he spoke stoked a fire within you. “Um, if it doesn’t make you uncomfortable, yes.”
A grin spread across your face when Barbatos turned around, bracing his hands on the edge of the counter as he stuck his ass out. Taking the tip of the towel in your other hand, you wound it up and snapped it against his left cheek this time. His arms buckled beneath him as he moaned, chest pressing to the counter.
Barbatos’s trousers were taut against his ass in his fully bent over position. You came up behind him, draping yourself over him, a hand gently rubbing the cheek you’d just hit with the towel. Mouth against his ear, you kept your voice low. “Do you want me to keep going?”
“Please.” The word sounded so desperate, so needy, so foreign coming from the usually stoic butler.
You removed your hand from his ass, preparing to strike. “Are we using colors?”
His head bobbled. “Yes, colors. Now, plea- ah!” Your hand came down, interrupting his plea. Three hard smacks had him panting and slowly canting his hips forward, begging for some sort of friction.
You snaked the hand not massaging his backside to the front of his pants, palming him. “Do you want these off?” Barbatos nodded quickly. You undid the fastening on his pants and slid them down to his thighs, freeing him. “Better?”
He let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you.”
In reply you wrapped your hand around his cock and spanked him again, the momentum of your hit pushing him into your hand. Barbatos cried out. You paused. “Color?”
“Green, green, green. Please, do that again!” His horns were starting to sprout as he lost himself to pleasure.
The sound of skin smacking against skin sounded through the room as you landed open palm hits on Barbatos’s ass, the flesh reddening with each smack. The demon at your mercy was coming absolutely undone under your ministrations, hips thrusting into your hand wildly as you stroked him. Each smack on his cheek built him higher and higher.
Barbatos’s tail had appeared as he lost control, wrapping up around your leg. His twin tips made their way into your pants, seeking to bring you your own pleasure. You moaned against his neck when he found a particularly sensitive spot. “Ah, there!” The tips of his tail focused on the area. Every moan he pulled from you pulled one from him in tandem.
His motions were becoming erratic as he grew closer to coming. Several quick smacks against Barbatos’s already tender ass had him coming in your hand, making a mess of the cabinets in front of him. His head hung as he rode out his bliss.
While Barbatos came down from his orgasm, you grabbed the hand towel that’d started everything, using it to clean what you could reach of the cabinets. When he hadn’t moved from his slumped position, you gently turned his head toward you with a finger on his chin. “Hey, you okay?”
Barbatos surged forward, capturing your lips. He lifted off the counter, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. There was open joy on his face when he pulled away. “That was lovely. Thank you.”
You smiled, giving him another quick kiss. “No thanks needed.”
Smirking, he wiggled the tail you’d forgotten was still in your pants. “Are you sure about that?” You clutched at Barbatos’s shirt as he moved his tail against you. “Do you want to take this to my room?”
Now it was your turn to sound needy. “Yes, please.”