Page 116 of The Keeper

“Look at you,” he said in a low, forbidden tone. “My fiery, sexy girl. I’ve never seen anyone more beautiful in my life.”

My eyelids fluttered as a tsunami of emotions ravaged me. He brushed a strand of hair behind my ear.

“Victoria, would you like to rephrase how you answered me over by the couch?” he asked softly. “Or are you satisfied with your cheeky comeback?”

I bit down on my lip and grinned. “I haven’t decided yet.”

A wicked smile curled his mouth. He flattened his palm in the space between my shoulder blades and pushed me down so I bent over the surface until the side of my face touched cold granite. I’d taken off my heels when I got home from work, so I stood on the balls of my feet. He pulled my hips back so I could stand with my feet flat to the floor.

After he made sure I was comfortable and steady, he took his time feeling his way from my shoulders to my hips and down over my thighs. Petting me and stroking me. He kept repeating those motions over and over. The anticipation might kill me. I wondered how—

Crack.

The first one came without warning. He made contact right where my upper thighs meet my ass. I gasped in surprise, clutching the counter tighter. The sensation sparked and crackled across my skin, more pleasant than painful.

“That was the first,” he said. “How do you feel?”

“I’m good.”

“Are you alright to continue?”

“Green.”

“Okay.” He caressed my skin and murmured, “Please tell me if it’s too much.”

The second one landed harder in the same spot. Still pleasant but the crackling on my skin was more intense. I shifted on my feet to get more leverage.

“Still okay to continue, love?”

“Yes.”

“Victoria.”

“Sorry.” My voice sounded more breathless than normal. “Green.”

I realized this was light and not really anything to write home about for people who lived this lifestyle but for me it was—

CRACK.

I cried out. The third one hurt. A lot. It was harder than the previous two and unrelenting. The sound echoed through the kitchen. Clearly, I’m not used these sensations. Stinging. Crackling. Even burning a little. But then came the parts I’d only read about. The aftershocks of pleasure rushing straight to my clit.

“Dirty princess,” he whispered. “You did so well.”

Xavier’s light caresses on my skin enhanced the feeling. I remained bent over the counter while he soothed me with his hands and then, much to my enjoyment, his mouth. Soft kisses. So soft and so sweet.

“Don’t stop,” I whimpered.

His body cloaked mine, pressing me into the counter. “Do you want to come?”

My legs trembled. “Yes.”

He reached down and slid his fingers into my panties. “You’re so wet,” he murmured, his warm breath tickling my ear. “Yes what?”

How am I supposed to answer him? Not one coherent thought formed in my mind. Words tumbled out in rapid succession, “Yes, please. Sir. Thank you.”

He laughed softly, sliding a finger along my slick skin to my waiting clit and circled it with firm pressure. “You don’t have call me sir. I’m not a Dominant. Though I like how it sounds coming out of your mouth.” More pressure. The intensity added the small bite of pain I relished.

“Do you like when I call you dirty princess?” he continued. “It seems fitting. A dirty princess in her ivory tower who likes to be spanked and finger fucked while pinned against her kitchen counter.”

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