okay.”
“I’m okay,” she mumbled, nodding her head. “I’m okay.”
“Now, what number was that, Paige? I need you to tell me.”
Numbers? Shit, she was supposed to be counting. Five? No, that wasn’t right. “Seven.”
“That’s right. See, you know. And that means we’re almost done.”
With smack number eight, the blackness of peace slipped over her and Paige was no longer able to find her voice. Somewhere she registered the last two smacks before Carter’s arms were around her and her face was pressed to his chest.
“Fucking gorgeous. You’re amazing, Paige. I want to taste you. Need to…”
He set her on the table and dropped to his knees. Paige’s mind floated as he spread her thighs wide and breathed in her scent. Carter’s attention was focused on her cunt and he pushed a finger into her. Paige gasped when he leaned in and licked a swipe up across her lips.
The tingle from the blood rushing through the over-sensitized area ignited to a full-out blaze. Paige moaned, mesmerized by the precision of his licks. He tasted every inch of skin he could get his tongue on. As he increased the pace of the hand pumping into her, her battle was lost. Screwing her eyes shut, she let the orgasm explode, rending apart the remains of her resistance.
She must have blacked out because the next thing she knew she was sitting on the floor, wrapped up in Carter’s arms.
“There she is.”
Blinking up at him, Paige let the real world filter back in through the haze of her post-coital bliss. She swallowed down a dry lump.
“Here.” Carter held up the water bottle and let her take a few sips. She whimpered when he took it away. “In a second. Let that settle first.”
After a few minutes and several more mouthfuls of water, Paige noticed that Carter’s hard-as-rock-cock was still firm beneath her. Resting her hand on his chest she leaned in and placed a kiss on his cheek.
“Would you like me to take care of that, Sir?”
He smiled, kissed her forehead but gave his head a shake. “I’m okay.”
“But—”
“No buts. This wasn’t about me. We’re getting to know each other tonight, and I’m not ready for that.”
“You feel ready to me.” Paige let her head fall against his shoulder, trying to ignore her disappointment. “If you’re sure?”
“I am. And before you go off thinking that you did something wrong or that I’m not attracted to you, stop.” He bucked his hips up. “Clearly that’s not the case.”
Why she was girlishly pleased by his comment, Paige didn’t want to examine too closely. “Why not then?”
“I don’t have sex with someone I’ve just met, sub or not. Scene or not. It’s my one rule.”
“Oh.”
They sat in the quiet of the room for several long minutes, but Paige didn’t feel uncomfortable in the least. Carter was constantly touching her, running his fingers through her hair, twirling the ends and tugging slightly, squeezing her hip. For the first time in ages her mind calmed and she seemed more settled in her skin, ready to face the world. She liked it.
Slipping her fingers between the buttoned fabric of his shirt to touch the warm skin of his chest, Paige turned her face. “Now what?”
“If you’re up for it, I suggest we go back downstairs, get ourselves a drink and talk.”
“Talk? About what?”
“Date type things.”
A date? A scene wasn’t normally the sort of thing she did when she first started dating someone. Then again, there would be no awkward moments of her needing to explain how she loved to be tied up and spanked.
Carter cocked an eyebrow at her, when she sat up and carefully got to her feet. She smiled as she bent down to get her skirt. “I want a rye and ginger.”
Chapter Five
“ D ear God, the apocalypse must be on its way.”
Paige turned to stare blankly at Ian, doing her best to ignore the surprise on his face. “Sorry?”
“You’re humming.”
Paige opened her mouth to protest, only to shake her
“I’m okay,” she mumbled, nodding her head. “I’m okay.”
“Now, what number was that, Paige? I need you to tell me.”
Numbers? Shit, she was supposed to be counting. Five? No, that wasn’t right. “Seven.”
“That’s right. See, you know. And that means we’re almost done.”
With smack number eight, the blackness of peace slipped over her and Paige was no longer able to find her voice. Somewhere she registered the last two smacks before Carter’s arms were around her and her face was pressed to his chest.
“Fucking gorgeous. You’re amazing, Paige. I want to taste you. Need to…”
He set her on the table and dropped to his knees. Paige’s mind floated as he spread her thighs wide and breathed in her scent. Carter’s attention was focused on her cunt and he pushed a finger into her. Paige gasped when he leaned in and licked a swipe up across her lips.
The tingle from the blood rushing through the over-sensitized area ignited to a full-out blaze. Paige moaned, mesmerized by the precision of his licks. He tasted every inch of skin he could get his tongue on. As he increased the pace of the hand pumping into her, her battle was lost. Screwing her eyes shut, she let the orgasm explode, rending apart the remains of her resistance.
She must have blacked out because the next thing she knew she was sitting on the floor, wrapped up in Carter’s arms.
“There she is.”
Blinking up at him, Paige let the real world filter back in through the haze of her post-coital bliss. She swallowed down a dry lump.
“Here.” Carter held up the water bottle and let her take a few sips. She whimpered when he took it away. “In a second. Let that settle first.”
After a few minutes and several more mouthfuls of water, Paige noticed that Carter’s hard-as-rock-cock was still firm beneath her. Resting her hand on his chest she leaned in and placed a kiss on his cheek.
“Would you like me to take care of that, Sir?”
He smiled, kissed her forehead but gave his head a shake. “I’m okay.”
“But—”
“No buts. This wasn’t about me. We’re getting to know each other tonight, and I’m not ready for that.”
“You feel ready to me.” Paige let her head fall against his shoulder, trying to ignore her disappointment. “If you’re sure?”
“I am. And before you go off thinking that you did something wrong or that I’m not attracted to you, stop.” He bucked his hips up. “Clearly that’s not the case.”
Why she was girlishly pleased by his comment, Paige didn’t want to examine too closely. “Why not then?”
“I don’t have sex with someone I’ve just met, sub or not. Scene or not. It’s my one rule.”
“Oh.”
They sat in the quiet of the room for several long minutes, but Paige didn’t feel uncomfortable in the least. Carter was constantly touching her, running his fingers through her hair, twirling the ends and tugging slightly, squeezing her hip. For the first time in ages her mind calmed and she seemed more settled in her skin, ready to face the world. She liked it.
Slipping her fingers between the buttoned fabric of his shirt to touch the warm skin of his chest, Paige turned her face. “Now what?”
“If you’re up for it, I suggest we go back downstairs, get ourselves a drink and talk.”
“Talk? About what?”
“Date type things.”
A date? A scene wasn’t normally the sort of thing she did when she first started dating someone. Then again, there would be no awkward moments of her needing to explain how she loved to be tied up and spanked.
Carter cocked an eyebrow at her, when she sat up and carefully got to her feet. She smiled as she bent down to get her skirt. “I want a rye and ginger.”
Chapter Five
“ D ear God, the apocalypse must be on its way.”
Paige turned to stare blankly at Ian, doing her best to ignore the surprise on his face. “Sorry?”
“You’re humming.”
Paige opened her mouth to protest, only to shake her
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