foot. If
she’d resisted—for real—he would have stopped. But she didn’t. Not even a weak,
obligatory protest left her lips. He tied her ankle, encased in that sexy
burgundy velvet, to the bedpost, then did the same with the other. Lord
almighty, she was sexy, spread open for him like that. With deep appreciation,
he felt his way up the backs of her thighs and danced his fingers across the
tender crease between her inner thigh and her ass.
He rose to his feet. The air in the room felt quietly
electric. The only sound came from the woodstove, the fire muttering to itself
inside the cast iron. He felt hypnotized by her beauty, by her submission. Her
winter-white skin glowed against the black of her stockings. The curve of her
ass flowed gracefully into the swell of her thighs. In the darkness between her
thighs, wetness called to him.
She liked this. She needed this. They both did.
Without warning, he slapped her lightly on the ass. A quiver
of surprise, then she went still.
He’d shocked her. Good.
He gazed at the slight tinge of pink rising on her creamy
skin. His throat tightened. Had he hurt her? A quick look at her face set him
at ease. Her lips were parted, her eyes dazed, as though trying to solve a
puzzle.
Quick as a snakebite, he whacked her again, light but firm.
Her body gave a quick, involuntary jerk then went still. Good girl. She was
trying. Following his instructions. Love for her pooled in his heart. He spread
his hand across her ass, feeling the heat of her skin. He used his index finger
to explore lower, through the luxurious silk of her sex. The scent of her arousal
rose from her depths, prickling his nose and making his whole body leap to
attention.
During the next flurry of whacks, he gripped her sex in one
hand, letting his thumb play against her clit. Strangled moans rose from the
bed. Red tinted her neck above the collar. Her breath came in frantic gasps.
Her needy flesh fluttered against his fingers. How far could he push her, this
first time?
“Should I let you come?” he asked her, flicking his thumb
across her clit and working two fingers into her depths. “Have I punished you
enough?”
Her only answer was a strangled moan. She was probably
beyond words by now. He himself was so turned-on, he might explode. This was
Beth, with her fresh skin and innocent smile. She’d opened herself up for him,
exposed herself to his eyes and hands and knowledge.
“We’ll get there,” he answered himself. Hypnotized by the
sight of her like this, he didn’t want it to end yet. “Do you know how many
nights I lay next to you, wanting to bend you over like this, split you open,
fuck you hard? Do you have any idea how much I hate those flowery nightgowns of
yours?”
He ran his hands over the globes of her ass. Her skin
shivered visibly under his touch. He scratched his fingernails across the backs
of her thighs, pressed his thumbs into the grooves next to her swollen lower
lips. Her body shook and he knew her knees would have buckled if he hadn’t
fastened her tight.
He spoke in rough grunts. “If I was an artist… I’d paint
this. Your sexy ass spread apart for me. Your little pink hole. And your sweet
pussy, so wet. You want me, don’t you?”
Fiercely, he fingered her tender, slippery folds. She pushed
her burning mound against his hand. Satisfaction at her response shot straight
to his groin. Right now, he owned her, this precious, hot, ravenous being. He
gave her what she wanted, pressing his hard thumb against her clit. “Say it.
Tell me you want me like this, from behind. Tell me you want me to fuck you.
This is me, Beth, the real me. Do you want me?”
Her sex pulsed against his palm. He didn’t know he was
holding his breath until she answered.
“Yes,” she gasped, so wild he nearly missed it. “Please. I
want you. I…I love you.”
God, what she did to him. He tightened his grip and pulled
her against his groin so she could feel his hardness. She pushed against
she’d resisted—for real—he would have stopped. But she didn’t. Not even a weak,
obligatory protest left her lips. He tied her ankle, encased in that sexy
burgundy velvet, to the bedpost, then did the same with the other. Lord
almighty, she was sexy, spread open for him like that. With deep appreciation,
he felt his way up the backs of her thighs and danced his fingers across the
tender crease between her inner thigh and her ass.
He rose to his feet. The air in the room felt quietly
electric. The only sound came from the woodstove, the fire muttering to itself
inside the cast iron. He felt hypnotized by her beauty, by her submission. Her
winter-white skin glowed against the black of her stockings. The curve of her
ass flowed gracefully into the swell of her thighs. In the darkness between her
thighs, wetness called to him.
She liked this. She needed this. They both did.
Without warning, he slapped her lightly on the ass. A quiver
of surprise, then she went still.
He’d shocked her. Good.
He gazed at the slight tinge of pink rising on her creamy
skin. His throat tightened. Had he hurt her? A quick look at her face set him
at ease. Her lips were parted, her eyes dazed, as though trying to solve a
puzzle.
Quick as a snakebite, he whacked her again, light but firm.
Her body gave a quick, involuntary jerk then went still. Good girl. She was
trying. Following his instructions. Love for her pooled in his heart. He spread
his hand across her ass, feeling the heat of her skin. He used his index finger
to explore lower, through the luxurious silk of her sex. The scent of her arousal
rose from her depths, prickling his nose and making his whole body leap to
attention.
During the next flurry of whacks, he gripped her sex in one
hand, letting his thumb play against her clit. Strangled moans rose from the
bed. Red tinted her neck above the collar. Her breath came in frantic gasps.
Her needy flesh fluttered against his fingers. How far could he push her, this
first time?
“Should I let you come?” he asked her, flicking his thumb
across her clit and working two fingers into her depths. “Have I punished you
enough?”
Her only answer was a strangled moan. She was probably
beyond words by now. He himself was so turned-on, he might explode. This was
Beth, with her fresh skin and innocent smile. She’d opened herself up for him,
exposed herself to his eyes and hands and knowledge.
“We’ll get there,” he answered himself. Hypnotized by the
sight of her like this, he didn’t want it to end yet. “Do you know how many
nights I lay next to you, wanting to bend you over like this, split you open,
fuck you hard? Do you have any idea how much I hate those flowery nightgowns of
yours?”
He ran his hands over the globes of her ass. Her skin
shivered visibly under his touch. He scratched his fingernails across the backs
of her thighs, pressed his thumbs into the grooves next to her swollen lower
lips. Her body shook and he knew her knees would have buckled if he hadn’t
fastened her tight.
He spoke in rough grunts. “If I was an artist… I’d paint
this. Your sexy ass spread apart for me. Your little pink hole. And your sweet
pussy, so wet. You want me, don’t you?”
Fiercely, he fingered her tender, slippery folds. She pushed
her burning mound against his hand. Satisfaction at her response shot straight
to his groin. Right now, he owned her, this precious, hot, ravenous being. He
gave her what she wanted, pressing his hard thumb against her clit. “Say it.
Tell me you want me like this, from behind. Tell me you want me to fuck you.
This is me, Beth, the real me. Do you want me?”
Her sex pulsed against his palm. He didn’t know he was
holding his breath until she answered.
“Yes,” she gasped, so wild he nearly missed it. “Please. I
want you. I…I love you.”
God, what she did to him. He tightened his grip and pulled
her against his groin so she could feel his hardness. She pushed against
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