“Touch it now.”
Her wrists were bound, so she hesitated a moment.
“Now.”
Nodding, she slid her cupped hands around the head and down the shaft. He was so powerful. Big and heavy in her hands. Hot and thick. Lily panted as she watched her tied hands stroke him. He could force her to do anything.
“That’s it,” he breathed. “Jerk me off.”
Curling her fingers tighter, she worked him more roughly, keeping her pace slow. The ropes dug into her skin.
When his breathing quickened, she glanced up to find him watching, eyes blazing. “You’re very obedient when you’re on your knees, Lily.”
She nodded.
“Faster.”
His hips jerked against her pull as he set his fingers beneath her chin.
“Open your mouth,” he ordered. The rough pad of his thumb rubbed against her tongue. His growl vibrated through her nerves, all the way to her sex. Lily sucked.
“Christ, yes,” he hissed.
She loved this. Loved being a whore for him and a proper English lady for everyone else. The idea of it swelled inside her heart. She pulled his thumb deep into her mouth, sucking harder.
“Fuck, Lily. You’re beautiful.”
“Mmm,” she moaned.
“Like a hot little animal.”
Yes. Yes. She whimpered for him like a dog at his feet. His cock jerked in her hands.
“Stop.”
Hands shaking, she let him go, still sucking at his thumb. The sheriff pulled her up and slipped his hand free of her mouth so that he could kiss her. Hard. He plunged his tongue deep, and she kissed him back just as passionately. When he pulled away, he tugged her tied hands back down to the bed, forcing her to bend down before him. Sheriff Hale circled behind her, and she was so open to him that she squirmed.
“You don’t get to spy on me, Lily.”
The first crack of his hand on her bottom jerked a scream from her throat. The pain swelled tight before it liquefied and spread through her body as pure pleasure. “Oh, God. I’m sorry.”
“I didn’t give you permission to watch me, did I?”
“No. No. I’m sorry, Sheriff.”
He spanked her again, harder. “All right, then. I forgive you.” His hand smoothed her burning skin.
Lily held her breath in alarm. He forgave her? Was he done already? No, she wanted more! She pushed her bottom against his hand.
Sheriff Hale chuckled. “I forgive you. And now I’m going to spank you simply because you want it. You needn’t apologize, Lily. You needn’t be bad. Just ask me for it.”
Oh. This was new, too. The ropes bit deliciously into her skin as she pondered it. “Please?” She paused to clear her throat. “Please spank me.”
He gave her buttocks one whack.
“Please,” she moaned. “More.”
“Why, Lily?”
“I…” Why, indeed? The answer was simple. “Because I need it. Hard. Please just…hurt me, Sheriff. Hurt me.”
His breath left him on a rush, and he finally gave her what she wanted, spanking her harder and faster than he’d done before. When her skin stung with startling pain, he stepped behind her and buried himself to the hilt, pushing her high with foul words and deep thrusts.
“Yes,” she screamed.
Long minutes later, Lily came, screaming and digging her fists into the blankets, her cheek pressed against the rough rope to remind her of its presence. The sheriff must have finished, too, because he collapsed with her to the mattress, then brushed the hair from her damp face.
After his breathing had calmed, she felt his lips touch her neck. “I can’t believe this,” he murmured. “I can’t believe there’s someone like you.”
She nuzzled her head against his chest in complete contentment. Her skin felt on fire.
“Why did you come here?”
Eyes closed, she breathed in the musk scent of his sweat. “My brother left me the house.”
“You were close to him?”
“For a time.” She wanted to tell him. Not in the way she’d told her husband, not for absolution. Just because he understood regret. His voice was weighted with that understanding.
Her wrists were bound, so she hesitated a moment.
“Now.”
Nodding, she slid her cupped hands around the head and down the shaft. He was so powerful. Big and heavy in her hands. Hot and thick. Lily panted as she watched her tied hands stroke him. He could force her to do anything.
“That’s it,” he breathed. “Jerk me off.”
Curling her fingers tighter, she worked him more roughly, keeping her pace slow. The ropes dug into her skin.
When his breathing quickened, she glanced up to find him watching, eyes blazing. “You’re very obedient when you’re on your knees, Lily.”
She nodded.
“Faster.”
His hips jerked against her pull as he set his fingers beneath her chin.
“Open your mouth,” he ordered. The rough pad of his thumb rubbed against her tongue. His growl vibrated through her nerves, all the way to her sex. Lily sucked.
“Christ, yes,” he hissed.
She loved this. Loved being a whore for him and a proper English lady for everyone else. The idea of it swelled inside her heart. She pulled his thumb deep into her mouth, sucking harder.
“Fuck, Lily. You’re beautiful.”
“Mmm,” she moaned.
“Like a hot little animal.”
Yes. Yes. She whimpered for him like a dog at his feet. His cock jerked in her hands.
“Stop.”
Hands shaking, she let him go, still sucking at his thumb. The sheriff pulled her up and slipped his hand free of her mouth so that he could kiss her. Hard. He plunged his tongue deep, and she kissed him back just as passionately. When he pulled away, he tugged her tied hands back down to the bed, forcing her to bend down before him. Sheriff Hale circled behind her, and she was so open to him that she squirmed.
“You don’t get to spy on me, Lily.”
The first crack of his hand on her bottom jerked a scream from her throat. The pain swelled tight before it liquefied and spread through her body as pure pleasure. “Oh, God. I’m sorry.”
“I didn’t give you permission to watch me, did I?”
“No. No. I’m sorry, Sheriff.”
He spanked her again, harder. “All right, then. I forgive you.” His hand smoothed her burning skin.
Lily held her breath in alarm. He forgave her? Was he done already? No, she wanted more! She pushed her bottom against his hand.
Sheriff Hale chuckled. “I forgive you. And now I’m going to spank you simply because you want it. You needn’t apologize, Lily. You needn’t be bad. Just ask me for it.”
Oh. This was new, too. The ropes bit deliciously into her skin as she pondered it. “Please?” She paused to clear her throat. “Please spank me.”
He gave her buttocks one whack.
“Please,” she moaned. “More.”
“Why, Lily?”
“I…” Why, indeed? The answer was simple. “Because I need it. Hard. Please just…hurt me, Sheriff. Hurt me.”
His breath left him on a rush, and he finally gave her what she wanted, spanking her harder and faster than he’d done before. When her skin stung with startling pain, he stepped behind her and buried himself to the hilt, pushing her high with foul words and deep thrusts.
“Yes,” she screamed.
Long minutes later, Lily came, screaming and digging her fists into the blankets, her cheek pressed against the rough rope to remind her of its presence. The sheriff must have finished, too, because he collapsed with her to the mattress, then brushed the hair from her damp face.
After his breathing had calmed, she felt his lips touch her neck. “I can’t believe this,” he murmured. “I can’t believe there’s someone like you.”
She nuzzled her head against his chest in complete contentment. Her skin felt on fire.
“Why did you come here?”
Eyes closed, she breathed in the musk scent of his sweat. “My brother left me the house.”
“You were close to him?”
“For a time.” She wanted to tell him. Not in the way she’d told her husband, not for absolution. Just because he understood regret. His voice was weighted with that understanding.
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