A Lover's Call by Claire Thompson

front of her lover, staring at the honey-brown belt he held in his hands. Her bottom actually tingled in anticipation of its touch.
    She let out a long, slow sigh. She had come too far to deny it now. “Yes,” she admitted. “Yes, I am afraid, but yes, I want it. I’ve always wanted it, only I never knew it before. Please, Richard. Use it. Use it on me. I need it.”
    Her voice was low, the sex raw in her tone. Richard smiled tenderly but his eyes were smoldering. He pulled her forward, forcing her over his knees. Rachel held his legs, balancing herself against him, squeezing her eyes shut, tensing her body. Instead of the slicing pain she was girding herself for, she felt only the light smack of leather against her ass, barely more than a swat.
    She relaxed a little, easing her grip on his legs, taking a deep breath. The next strokes were not as gentle. Each stroke was slightly harder than the last until she was panting, again gripping tightly to his pant legs. Her ass was on fire and she shifted and wriggled against him, trying to avoid the constant rain of leather against her cheeks. She found that each stroke was like a direct touch to her sex, which was blazing now, dripping with need.
    Finally she could tolerate no more and her hands flew to her bottom, trying to protect herself from the blows. Richard dropped the strap and she felt his hands smoothing away the sting in slow, soft circles. “What a brave, wonderful girl you are,” he murmured, and Rachel felt a surge of submissive pride. He lifted her to a sitting position on his lap as he gently kissed her cheek.
    “What do you say?” Richard asked, trying to look stern, though his eyes were dancing.
    “Thank you,” she whispered, meaning it.
    Slowly Rachel stood up, any trace of shyness or embarrassment gone. She held out her hand and Richard took it, allowing her to help him stand. Without a word, Rachel knelt in front of her lover. First she removed his loafers. Gently she rolled down his socks, slipping each one carefully off his foot. Richard stood silently, letting Rachel set the pace. Kneeling up, she unbuttoned his fly and with a sudden wanton impulse, dragged down the tag of his zipper with her teeth.
    She pulled his pants past his sizable erection and down his firmly muscled thighs and calves. He stepped out of his pants and stood in black cotton briefs, his penis clearly outlined against the fabric.
    Rachel was mesmerized as she pulled the underwear from his body. She had never really examined a naked man before. Men had lain in her bed and used her body, but she had never had the inclination or erotic impulse to explore them in kind. She realized suddenly she must have been a rather boring lover.
    She forgot the old boyfriends as she focused on Richard’s bare body. She found herself consumed with this gorgeous man. She wanted to inhale him, to take him into herself, to merge with him on some profound level. Forgetting her own pruderies and fears, she buried her nose in his pubic hair, relishing his musky, sexual scent.
    Without his request or indeed his permission, her mouth opened and Rachel licked the head of Richard’s cock, sliding her tongue sensually over its smooth dome. She liked its spongy texture and the silky feel of his shaft. Her tongue traced the line of a single throbbing vein that went vertically along its center. Mentally she compared his perfect cock to the toy one she’d spent so much money on at the sex store.
    This one was infinitely lovelier. It was warm and yielding to her kiss, though hard as iron beneath the smooth skin. Richard groaned softly as she took the shaft into her mouth, leaning over him to take it farther. She slipped down, taking as much as she could and then slid back, massaging it with her lips and tongue as she moved. Her hands cupped his balls, instinctively maintaining a delicate touch, though her mouth was moving faster now as her own lust fueled her kisses.
    “Rachel, my love,” Richard murmured,