her over on her belly. “You neglected to call me sir a few times.” She heard the slide of the desk drawer opening and a sharp click as he laid something beside her. Turning her head she saw the paddle. “I don’t want to overdo your first time, but I need to help you remember.”
She gulped, “Yes, sir.”
“And how many spanks do you think it will take to remind you.”
Her mind raced. “Five…sir?”
“Fine. Count them.”
The first smack hit her backside and she croaked, “One.”
The next four came fast and painful but then they were over leaving her eyes flooded with tears again, her heart sore at disappointing him. Little enough to ask from a man who made all her fantasies come true. But, oh it hurt!
He’d exercised so much control, he didn’t know if he had any left. The vision before him was more than he’d ever dreamed of seeing—well, exactly what he’d always envisioned if he were truthful.
Mona’s ass held the fading pink from a bit earlier spreading down to the tops of her shapely thighs and in the center of her cheeks, the rosy marks of the paddle. His eyes drifted to her puffy pussy lips shiny with slick arousal. He wanted to yank his pants down and thrust his cock into her heated core without delay, but a good Dom takes care of his sub first, before his own needs.
He tugged on her legs, bringing her back to the edge of the desk and resting his palms on her backside. The heat of her paddled skin under his palms made his cock jerk in his pants, but he forced himself to take the time to rub out the worst of the pain, rewarded by a soft whimper and a long sigh from the woman he wished to make his, now and forever.
“Shh, it’s okay. Do you need anything? A drink of water?”
“No, no thank you, sir.” She flashed a watery smile, and his heart thumped in response. He pushed his chair back and stood, shedding his clothing without ceremony, anxious to return to her. From a drawer, he drew out a strip of foil packets and dropped them on the desk.
He helped her to stand and held her in the loose circle of his arms, taking in her beautiful face. Tear-streaked cheeks, lashes darkened and stuck together. He rubbed a thumb over her swollen lower lip then bent to give her a soft kiss. Emotion he’d suppressed for years surged through his veins when she returned it. He tightened his arms and held her for a time, her skin against his a pleasure he’d never expected to enjoy, but soon his lust made itself known again and his cock twitched.
She rocked her hips against him and his cock hardened further. “Tell me what you want.”
“Fuck me—sir.”
Nearly beyond thinking, he lifted her and carried her to the wide sofa, laying her there with care—a precious and fragile treasure. He bent his knees to join her when he remembered and moved to grab the string of condoms—an impulse buy on the way back across town, just in case he hadn’t read her wrong.
Before lying with her, he drank in the high color in her cheeks, the flush across her throat. Strands of silky blonde hair framed her face. Arousal tightened the buds of her nipples and her slim waist drew his eye to her rounded hips and the smooth slit between her satin thighs. As he returned to her face, he became aware that her own attention focused on his cock and a pucker had formed between her brows.
Size. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen that expression. He hastened to reassure her lest anxiety ruin the moment.
“We’ll take our time, and I will make sure you are well prepared.”
She raised her arms, her tiny smile rushing straight to his heart. He dropped to the sofa and pulled her to him, using his free hand to caress her from breast to hips, circling and stopping to pinch and pull at her nipples, gratified by her gasp. Then he dipped into her slit, his fingers finding her ready for him, wet and slippery, but he rubbed his thumb over her clit until her breath rasped in her throat.
Unable to resist, he bent and
She gulped, “Yes, sir.”
“And how many spanks do you think it will take to remind you.”
Her mind raced. “Five…sir?”
“Fine. Count them.”
The first smack hit her backside and she croaked, “One.”
The next four came fast and painful but then they were over leaving her eyes flooded with tears again, her heart sore at disappointing him. Little enough to ask from a man who made all her fantasies come true. But, oh it hurt!
He’d exercised so much control, he didn’t know if he had any left. The vision before him was more than he’d ever dreamed of seeing—well, exactly what he’d always envisioned if he were truthful.
Mona’s ass held the fading pink from a bit earlier spreading down to the tops of her shapely thighs and in the center of her cheeks, the rosy marks of the paddle. His eyes drifted to her puffy pussy lips shiny with slick arousal. He wanted to yank his pants down and thrust his cock into her heated core without delay, but a good Dom takes care of his sub first, before his own needs.
He tugged on her legs, bringing her back to the edge of the desk and resting his palms on her backside. The heat of her paddled skin under his palms made his cock jerk in his pants, but he forced himself to take the time to rub out the worst of the pain, rewarded by a soft whimper and a long sigh from the woman he wished to make his, now and forever.
“Shh, it’s okay. Do you need anything? A drink of water?”
“No, no thank you, sir.” She flashed a watery smile, and his heart thumped in response. He pushed his chair back and stood, shedding his clothing without ceremony, anxious to return to her. From a drawer, he drew out a strip of foil packets and dropped them on the desk.
He helped her to stand and held her in the loose circle of his arms, taking in her beautiful face. Tear-streaked cheeks, lashes darkened and stuck together. He rubbed a thumb over her swollen lower lip then bent to give her a soft kiss. Emotion he’d suppressed for years surged through his veins when she returned it. He tightened his arms and held her for a time, her skin against his a pleasure he’d never expected to enjoy, but soon his lust made itself known again and his cock twitched.
She rocked her hips against him and his cock hardened further. “Tell me what you want.”
“Fuck me—sir.”
Nearly beyond thinking, he lifted her and carried her to the wide sofa, laying her there with care—a precious and fragile treasure. He bent his knees to join her when he remembered and moved to grab the string of condoms—an impulse buy on the way back across town, just in case he hadn’t read her wrong.
Before lying with her, he drank in the high color in her cheeks, the flush across her throat. Strands of silky blonde hair framed her face. Arousal tightened the buds of her nipples and her slim waist drew his eye to her rounded hips and the smooth slit between her satin thighs. As he returned to her face, he became aware that her own attention focused on his cock and a pucker had formed between her brows.
Size. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen that expression. He hastened to reassure her lest anxiety ruin the moment.
“We’ll take our time, and I will make sure you are well prepared.”
She raised her arms, her tiny smile rushing straight to his heart. He dropped to the sofa and pulled her to him, using his free hand to caress her from breast to hips, circling and stopping to pinch and pull at her nipples, gratified by her gasp. Then he dipped into her slit, his fingers finding her ready for him, wet and slippery, but he rubbed his thumb over her clit until her breath rasped in her throat.
Unable to resist, he bent and
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