Page 33 of Salacious Desires

Taking my hand, he pulls me closer. “Bend over my lap, sweetheart.”

He guides me, helping me into place so my upper body is supported. His legs are powerful under my tummy, and he’s holding me firmly so I feel safe and secure. I’ve never felt so exposed before. So turned on. So needy. Is this how all submissives feel when they’re about to be spanked? My skin tingles with nerves and anticipation. I want this. I might even need this.

“Spread your legs for me.”

I pause and look back at him. If I spread my legs, I’ll be even more exposed. My heart races faster. This is so erotic.

“Lily,” he says, his voice a stern warning.

As gracefully as possible, which isn’t very graceful at all, I shuffle my feet apart, my clit throbbing with the need to be touched again.

I think Drake’s touch is becoming an addiction for me. One that I don’t think I’ll ever recover from.

CHAPTER 14

DRAKE

“When I give you a command, I expect immediate obedience. You’re my good girl, and I’d hate to have to punish you for being naughty. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispers breathlessly.

Warmth spreads in my chest. She likes this. Me being stern with her. Chastising her lightly. Because of her past, it won’t be something I’ll do often—unless we learn that it’s one of her kinks.

I give her a few light spanks and nearly come in my pants when she lets out a soft moan. Fuck. She’s loving this.

“You’re being so good, Lily. Taking your spanking so well, aren’t you? Does it feel good, baby?”

She moans again and twists slightly to look back at me, her eyes pleading. “Yes, Sir. It feels amazing. Should a spanking feel this good?”

A chuckle rolls up from my chest. She’s made for me. I don’t know why I worried. Our chemistry is off the charts. I have a feeling we’ll enjoy everything we do with each other no matter what.

“Not all spankings feel this good, but some do. Some women orgasm just from being spanked.”

Her cheeks turn pink. When I smack her ass again, she bites her bottom lip. I haven’t even reached between her legs yet, and she’s close already.

“Sir.” Her voice wobbles, and she’s nearly panting. I can’t stand it a second longer. I need to hear her come. I need it more than I need my next fucking breath.

Sliding my hand between her legs, I let my fingers brush her lips. She tenses. I don’t push in case she needs a second to call out her safeword. When she shifts her hips to get more friction, relief rushes through me. She wants this.

I spread her lips and dip my finger in deeper, her wetness coating my skin. Slowly, I let my fingers glide to her clit. When I circle it, she lurches forward, letting out a small cry.

“That’s it, baby. I know what you need.” When I do it again, she squirms, so I wrap my free arm around her waist, keeping her pinned in place.

“Drake,” she breathes roughly.

I pull my hand away from her clit and give her bottom a sharp smack, then return to her pussy. Her noises are so damn sweet and sensual. Even though I have her held down, she’s wiggling enough to tease my cock.

“Spread your legs wider, baby.”

She quickly obeys. I slip my finger into her tight cunt. She reaches back and grabs my shirt.

“Sir! Oh, God. Drake!”

I start to thrust in and out of her, curling my finger so it rubs against that special spot inside. When her cries become louder and more urgent, I add a second finger and use my thumb to toy with her clit.

“Drake! Drake?”

Even though I didn’t tell her to ask me permission to come, it pleases the beast inside me that she’s looking for my approval. Maybe she’s seen it in the club, or maybe it’s a natural reaction. Whatever it is, I love it.

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