Page 32 of Salacious Desires

“Yes, Sir.”

He reaches out and runs the tip of his finger along my jawline. “Here’s what’s going to happen tonight, Lily. I’m going to strip you of all of your clothes. Then I’m going to lay you over my lap for an over-the-knee spanking. I won’t always spank you this way, but for your first time, I want to be touching you the entire time. Afterward, I’m going to wrap you up in a blanket and hold you for a bit before I tuck you into bed for the night. Do you have any questions or objections to any of that?”

My heart races. My throat is dry. But despite how nervous I am, I want this without a doubt. I want him, and I want to feel things I’ve never been allowed to feel before.

“No, Sir.”

His finger continues to move along my jaw as we stare at each other. It’s a quiet, intimate moment. I’ve learned several things since I started working at Edge. One of those things is that BDSM can be loud, rough, and structured, but it can also be soft, romantic, and informal. I think Drake might be the type of Dom who is a mix of both.

“Stand up, baby.”

Slowly, I rise and take a step back when he does, too. He towers over me. I feel so small in comparison. But I also feel safe. So extremely safe and seen. He stares down at me with a look of adoration, his brown eyes sparkling. I didn’t know it was possible to melt for another person, but he makes me feel that way.

“Turn around.”

I quickly obey, and when he brushes his fingers along my neck and sweeps my hair over one shoulder, I let out a quiet moan. Everything is sensitive and heightened.

Slowly, he lowers my zipper, then pushes my dress off my shoulders. When it falls to the floor, I let out a squeak of surprise. This is the most exposed I’ve ever been in front of anyone, and I’m still in my bra and panties.

“You’re beautiful, Lily. I can’t wait to turn your bottom bright pink and leave my handprints branded on your skin.”

My bra comes free next, and I bring my arms up to cover my breasts.

“Arms at your sides. You’re not allowed to hide yourself from me.”

Dropping my arms, I force myself to take several deep breaths in and out. I can do this. I want this. The fact that my panties are soaked is proof of that. It’s normal to be naked in front of a man you’re in a relationship with.

“What color are you at?”

“Green, Sir.” Even though I’m panicking slightly, I don’t want to slow down or stop. I want this. I need this.

He circles me, keeping one hand on my skin at all times as if it’s his way of reassuring me. I like it. His touch continues to be an anchor for me. I don’t feel as scared when we’re connected like this.

When he tucks his thumbs inside the waistband of my panties, I suck in a breath.

“Look at me,” he commands softly. “Good girl. You’re beautiful, Lily. You’re safe with me; you have the ultimate control here.”

I let out a deep exhale and nod. “Thank you for the reminder, Sir. I’m nervous. This is all new to me.”

He smiles and leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to my lips. “I know, baby. You’re being such a good girl for me.”

“Can I, um, can I touch you?”

“You may. Thank you for asking. Sometimes, I won’t allow it, but right now, you can touch me if you need to.”

My heart does a little flutter as I reach out to rest my hands on his hard stomach. He’s fully dressed, and I should feel at a disadvantage, but I don’t. Not with the way he’s looking at me. He might be in charge, but he’s staring at me like I’m a goddess.

When he pushes my panties down, I bite my bottom lip. What if he doesn’t like what he sees? I shaved myself after seeing most of the women in the club were shaved, but what if he doesn’t want it that way? After doing it, I much prefer it bare, though. I stood in front of the mirror afterward, completely naked, and stared at myself for a long time, fascinated with how beautiful I felt.

“Jesus Christ. You’re going to kill me, baby. You’re so fucking perfect. So gorgeous.”

Waves of heat ripple through me, and then he reaches down and gently swipes his fingers between my legs. My knees nearly buckle when he touches my clit. He wraps an arm around me quickly before I fall, his eyes twinkling.

Then, to my utter shock, he brings his hand up to his mouth and sucks the fingers that he’d used to touch me. A low groan escapes him. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. More than anything I’ve seen at the club so far.

“You taste delicious, baby. I can’t wait to bury my face between your legs as I make you scream and beg for mercy when you cream all over my mouth.”

I whimper, thankful he still has a hold of me because my legs are pretty useless right now.

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