Cinderella And Prince Dom by Sydney St.Claire Page B

head and kissed her beneath the ear. Jaimie shuddered. “Stand up and wait for me to tell you what to do.” He pulled his hand from beneath her skirt.
    Jaimie got to her feet and waited. She watched him, loving the teal of his eyes and the intensity that both warned and promised he would push her to her limits, which in turn gave her the most wonderful orgasms.
    “Remove your dress.” He leaned against the back of the bench, his arms stretched out as though he hadn’t a care in the world.
    Jaimie glanced around to be sure they were alone.
    “Look only at me.”
    The sharp command made her jump. And made her pussy throbbed. She loved his deep baritone and the way it slid deep inside her and left her weak with desire. With her eyes on her Dom, Jaimie pulled her dress over her head and waited. He shifted on the bench and unzipped his pants. His cock sprang out, standing tall. He took himself in hand and stroked.
    “Suck my cock.” He removed his hand.
    Jaimie eagerly knelt between his legs and slid her lips over his engorged head and down along his shaft, tracing the ropey veins with her tongue. He pulsed inside her mouth. She pulled back, grabbed his root with her right hand, her left brushing his balls.
    He shuddered with each stroke of her mouth down along his impressive length, then again as she slid him almost out of her mouth. She sucked and stroked, and his hands fisted in her hair, guiding her.
    He trembled beneath her. Knowing that she pleased him gave her a powerful urge to make him come. She tightened her lips, stroked him hard, long, and fast. His breathing grew ragged. Don’t stop me . She felt powerful, in control, and she wanted to give him this. Her own needs faded to the background. He’d been so good at making sure her needs were taken care of before seeing to his own. This time, she’d pleasure him first.
    His groan turned into a loud moan as he thrust his hips, driving himself deeper into her mouth, his fingers tightening in her hair. Jaimie tasted him. He was close. She found his sensitive spot and pressed hard. With a cry, he jerked, his hips leaving the bench, his cock going rigid and his semen spurting out. She swallowed his salty essence.
    And didn’t stop. She sucked his orgasm from him until he slumped against the bench with a deep, rumbling moan. Only then did she ease back. A sense of wonder filled her. Never had she ever brought a man to such shattering release with her mouth.
    She waited on her knees for him to regain control. Yep, powerful and in control. Finally, her prince opened his eyes. He stood, his cock shiny with her saliva. He walked behind her.
    “You made me come.” He leaned down to bite her on the shoulder.
    Grinning, Jaimie nodded. “Yes, Sir. I did.”
    “I didn’t give you permission to do that. I’ll have to punish you.” His fingers pinched her nipples. “I think you need to be spanked.”
    She cried out, then shivered at the sound of his deep baritone. “I’m sorry, Sir. I thought you wanted to come.” She put a bit of fear in her voice to hide her intense desire. Her clit throbbed in anticipation, and her thighs grew damp as her pussy wept for his cock.
    His hands slid down her shoulders. “Stand up and go behind the bench. You’re going to bend over and show me that pretty ass of yours.”
    Jaimie did as ordered. She still wasn’t sure she was a fan of spanking, but last night had been incredibly good. She wiggled her ass and waited, holding her breath when his palms rubbed each cheek.
    “You liked being spanked last night, didn’t you, my naughty slut.”
    “Yes, Sir.” She bit down to muffle her yell when his palm smacked her ass.
    “How many should I give you?” He rubbed her stinging flesh.
    “Three.” She could handle that. She yelped. Number two was a bit harder.
    “Hmm, I think you can handle five.”
    “Five?” Once again, his hand came down. Jaimie gasped. “That was hard.” Her ass was definitely stinging.
    “Just think about