body shuddered with each exhalation. Her delicate, defenseless body wavered like a brightly burning flame, kindling a sizzle in his groin. She was his breath, the very reason he lived.
He circled her slowly, drinking her in while testing her with his distance. The wonder of her search for the vivid, intimate place between fear and desire glittered in her eyes.
Impulse propelled him to grab her from behind. He bit her neck, just enough to cause her to gasp involuntary. He sucked the indentations his teeth had made, guiding her through pain and back into desire’s warm waters. With ritualistic rhythm, he rubbed his cock against her ass, a reminder she would not be left unsatisfied.
Her tension eased. He let go and circled her body again.
Cool air dried the sheen of sweat between his shoulder blades.
He touched her darkened cheek. “You may look at me and answer,” he said. “Where do you feel me?”
She wet her lips. “In my pussy.”
He yanked her against him and splayed his hand across her buttocks. She moaned. He rubbed a finger against the rippled skin of her anus. She balled her almost bloodless hands into fists as her cheeks darkened.
“Does my master wish to take me there?” she asked obediently, though she couldn’t help the tremor in her voice.
“Always,” he said.
She shuddered against him and spread her legs as wide as possible. Her efforts caused a surge of dense, thick power in his veins. She’d give him anything he asked. She’d been right. Her trust, not her pain, was what turned him on.
Her parted lips and dry little swallow when she touched his belt had told him exactly what she wanted.
Keeping her steady with his arm, he reached up and snapped the release. Disciplining her while stretched and hanging was the stuff of fantasy, but if she hung any longer, she could lose feeling.
And he’d promised to protect her—protect her even when giving her the pain she craved.
“What do you say, pet?” he asked, drawing her quivering body against his strength. Over the knee wasn’t his favorite spanking position, but he knew lying naked across his lap got her wet, fast. “How about we do this the old-fashioned way?”
“Oh God, yes.” He saw the sparkle in her eyes before she hid her face against his chest.
He had long-ago lost count of the times and ways he’d spanked Lisa, yet she had never lost her odd mix of embarrassment and desire.
“Bend over,” he ordered softly against her hair.
With a tenderness that belied his intentions, he eased them both onto the bed. She wiggled into position with her wrists still cuffed.
His hand met her flesh with a few soft-palmed swats, stoking her slowly toward her ultimate heat. His palm began to burn and her cheeks turned rose-pink
“That’s it, pet.” He dipped his fingers between her thighs. “So hot and wet.” She tightened her hold on his leg and whimpered, pushing her cheek into his thigh. “You need more, don’t you?”
“Please.”
Whack. Watching her face, he dealt another punishing blow. White shock—inhale—diffuse pleasure—exhale. Whack. She moaned.
“Shh,” he said.
Whack. She bit back a cry. Whack. His cock rocked against the hot silk of her skin.
He pounded hard and fast. Heat built in her skin until it burned his hand raw. She whimpered deep in her lungs. Her groaning, desperate noise laid her craving bare.
“You may not come,” he said firmly.
She flailed. He pinned her wrist to her back. She went limp and pliant. Breathing heavy, he placed his palm, against the small of her back.
“Numb now?”
“No, sir” she croaked, “I want to be fucked.”
“Good,” he whispered. “’Cause I need to fuck you like I’ve never needed anything. On your knees.” Mindful of her tortured flesh, he urged her to the bed. “Show me your rosy ass and dripping cunt.”
She swayed into the position he’d demanded. She looked hotter than ever. Her saturated pussy made his breath catch in his throat. He yanked
He circled her slowly, drinking her in while testing her with his distance. The wonder of her search for the vivid, intimate place between fear and desire glittered in her eyes.
Impulse propelled him to grab her from behind. He bit her neck, just enough to cause her to gasp involuntary. He sucked the indentations his teeth had made, guiding her through pain and back into desire’s warm waters. With ritualistic rhythm, he rubbed his cock against her ass, a reminder she would not be left unsatisfied.
Her tension eased. He let go and circled her body again.
Cool air dried the sheen of sweat between his shoulder blades.
He touched her darkened cheek. “You may look at me and answer,” he said. “Where do you feel me?”
She wet her lips. “In my pussy.”
He yanked her against him and splayed his hand across her buttocks. She moaned. He rubbed a finger against the rippled skin of her anus. She balled her almost bloodless hands into fists as her cheeks darkened.
“Does my master wish to take me there?” she asked obediently, though she couldn’t help the tremor in her voice.
“Always,” he said.
She shuddered against him and spread her legs as wide as possible. Her efforts caused a surge of dense, thick power in his veins. She’d give him anything he asked. She’d been right. Her trust, not her pain, was what turned him on.
Her parted lips and dry little swallow when she touched his belt had told him exactly what she wanted.
Keeping her steady with his arm, he reached up and snapped the release. Disciplining her while stretched and hanging was the stuff of fantasy, but if she hung any longer, she could lose feeling.
And he’d promised to protect her—protect her even when giving her the pain she craved.
“What do you say, pet?” he asked, drawing her quivering body against his strength. Over the knee wasn’t his favorite spanking position, but he knew lying naked across his lap got her wet, fast. “How about we do this the old-fashioned way?”
“Oh God, yes.” He saw the sparkle in her eyes before she hid her face against his chest.
He had long-ago lost count of the times and ways he’d spanked Lisa, yet she had never lost her odd mix of embarrassment and desire.
“Bend over,” he ordered softly against her hair.
With a tenderness that belied his intentions, he eased them both onto the bed. She wiggled into position with her wrists still cuffed.
His hand met her flesh with a few soft-palmed swats, stoking her slowly toward her ultimate heat. His palm began to burn and her cheeks turned rose-pink
“That’s it, pet.” He dipped his fingers between her thighs. “So hot and wet.” She tightened her hold on his leg and whimpered, pushing her cheek into his thigh. “You need more, don’t you?”
“Please.”
Whack. Watching her face, he dealt another punishing blow. White shock—inhale—diffuse pleasure—exhale. Whack. She moaned.
“Shh,” he said.
Whack. She bit back a cry. Whack. His cock rocked against the hot silk of her skin.
He pounded hard and fast. Heat built in her skin until it burned his hand raw. She whimpered deep in her lungs. Her groaning, desperate noise laid her craving bare.
“You may not come,” he said firmly.
She flailed. He pinned her wrist to her back. She went limp and pliant. Breathing heavy, he placed his palm, against the small of her back.
“Numb now?”
“No, sir” she croaked, “I want to be fucked.”
“Good,” he whispered. “’Cause I need to fuck you like I’ve never needed anything. On your knees.” Mindful of her tortured flesh, he urged her to the bed. “Show me your rosy ass and dripping cunt.”
She swayed into the position he’d demanded. She looked hotter than ever. Her saturated pussy made his breath catch in his throat. He yanked
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