Page 65 of The Reaper

“Good girl.”

I sat back a little and stared at her. Her chest was rising and falling quickly, and her cheeks were high with color. “I’m going to do something to you that I’ve been thinking about since we met.”

“What’s that?”

I cocked a brow at her, wanting her to forget again. She must’ve seen the thoughts in my head because she quickly tacked on a “sir.”

“I’m going to put you over my knee and spank your pretty arse.” I patted my left thigh. She hesitated. “I promise I won’t hurt you. I’ll only make you feel pleasure.”

Fallon did as I bid, standing up and positioning herself so she was draped over my knees. She rested her elbows on the mattress beside me and peered over her shoulder. Savoring this moment, I rubbed one ass cheek, then the other. My hands were greedy to begin, but I knew I had to take it slowly. Applying a little more pressure, I rubbed her other ass cheek until I felt her physically relax into my touch.

I was in strange, unchartered territory here. I hadn’t ever done low-impact play. All my previous partners demanded I cause them pain, but that was not what this was about.

When I was sure Fallon was ready, I raised my palm and slapped her lightly on the ass. She drew in a small gasp, the sound of which made my dick so fucking hard in my jeans.

“Okay?” I asked, my voice rasping over the words.

“Yes, sir,” she whispered. “More, sir.”

“Good girl,” I told her, rubbing the pink mark from her ass. Lifting my hand, I paddled the other side, her gasp turning into a moan. Fuck, yes, she was loving this. Lifting her ass a little higher, she wordlessly begged for more, and I gave it to her. The sound of my hand meeting her pinking skin was fucking music to my ears.

My heart was racing as I worked her into a frenzy of lust. Her hips rolled against me, trying to find the friction she was after in order to come.

“Don’t come until I tell you to,” I told her, deciding to deny her orgasm this time. Next time would be a different story, though.

She whimpered and stopped undulating her hips. Her head was touching her bound hands, and I could see how labored her breath had become. “Yes, sir.”

Running my hand down between the valley of her ass, I slipped a finger in between her legs. I teased at her entrance, feeling how wet she already was. I would’ve bet that even she was surprised by how much she had enjoyed that. Sliding my finger over her drenched opening, I pushed inside by half an inch, watching to see how she would react. At first, she was tense, but she soon relaxed into my touch. I slid in a little farther until my second knuckle was inside her. She moaned, her inner muscles working hard around the digit and in that moment, I knew she would’ve felt amazing coming on my cock.

Which will never happen,I told myself. This wasn’t about fucking her. This was giving her a taste of my world and praying to God that she wouldn’t ask me for more.

“Shall I keep going, Fallon?” I rasped.

“Yes, sir. Please, sir.”

Taking in a deep breath through my nose, I released it and slid my finger all the way inside. Her slick inner walls grabbed on tight, and I warned, “Remember what I said.”

She nodded frantically, stifling a moan with her hand. “I’ll try, sir.”

Withdrawing my finger, she whimpered and writhed the whole time until I returned it to its starting position. She mewled that time, and my dick jumped. That sound. Fuck, that sound would be the fucking death of me.

I waited until she had relaxed enough before I slid another finger inside her slick channel. Raising her ass, she pushed back against me, begging me for more. I could feel her inner walls start to pulsate with need, and as soon as I did, I withdrew my fingers.

I slapped her on the ass cheek one last time, then helped her stand. She stared at me—dazed and confused—as I went into the closet and retrieved a chest. Fallon watched me open it and pull out a pair of soft Velcro cuffs and a spreader bar. The bar was telescopic, so as I extended it out, her eyes widened.

“What’s that for?”

I dropped to my knees and wrapped a hand around her ankle. Her skin was warm—soft—and I took a moment to enjoy that softness on my palm. Undoing the Velcro on the cuff, I wrapped it around her right ankle and secured it in place. I did the same on the other side, making sure they were snug against her skin. Grabbing the spreader bar, I clipped the hooks into the D links on the cuffs around one ankle, then nudged her legs wider. She made a small noise of protest and I stopped.

“Do you need to say the safe word?”

She shook her head, some hair that had come loose from her ponytail brushing against her shoulders. “No. I was just surprised.”

“Surprised by what?”

“How exposed I feel.”

“If you’re worried that I don’t enjoy the way you look right now, let me assure you that I do.” I gave her a solemn look. “Do you want to continue?”

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