Page 16 of Training Maisy

“Come on,” he encouraged again. She could just not lift herself up, till she felt him spank her again, and again, his palms delivering the soft blows to her ass repeatedly till she lifted herself up. And he kept on spanking her till she finished the last two sets, making sure to hit her across the whole expanse of her ass. By the time they were done, Maisy was sure her whole bottom was bright red. When she finished the last set, he placed his hands around her waist to help her down, her wet sweaty body sliding down his hard, chiseled one as she came down, and Maisy knew he had done that on purpose. He kept holding her till she planted her feet firmly on the floor, but even after that, his hands stayed around her waist. Maisy looked into his eyes, knowing clearly what she wanted more than anything right at that moment. She was shocked when she saw her hunger mirrored perfectly in his eyes. They stood like that for a while, not talking, just looking at each other. Then without a word or any warning, their lips clashed as Carter’s hands went down and cupped her ass.

There wasn’t anything soft or gentle about the kiss, and at that moment, Maisy didn’t want gentle. The kiss was an assault on her senses that matched the fire burning in her gut, the heat radiating from the center of her. His lips were hard on hers, the rough ridges waking nerves that had slept for so long she wasn’t even aware they existed. Or maybe she was feeling this way because this kiss was quite unlike any she had ever had.

She reached up, her hands making their way slowly across his sweat-drenched clothes, the hard roughness of his muscles still clearly felt even beneath all that material. She reached his chest, and the broadness of him, the sheer sexiness of those muscles just rippling under her hand had her panties flooded with arousal. She moved closer to him, her breasts pushing against his chest as his mouth continued claiming her lips. Then suddenly, he pushed himself back from her, staring down at her, both breathing hard.

Maisy leaned in once more, unable to bear the absence of his lips on hers. But her motion was stopped by Carter’s hands on her shoulders. She looked at him, wondering why, because she could see he wanted to kiss her. The fire in his eyes was a testament that he was feeling what she was feeling. She moved to kiss him again, but this time he lifted her and moved her till she was standing with her back against the wall, looking up at him, wondering what he was trying to do.

Then he grabbed her hands and lifted them up high above her head till she was almost standing on her tiptoes, his hand easily covering her two wrists. He looked down into her eyes, and then slowly bent down to kiss her. Maisy moaned low in her throat as Carter’s lips claimed hers once more. But this time, there was something different about this kiss. The way he held her hands, the way his lips gave her just enough for her to want him more. That was when Maisy realized he was in total control of this kiss, of her, and even more, she realized she loved the feeling of having no control.

He slipped his hands into her hair and jerked it up, rough enough that Maisy was forced to lift her head and look at him. Then he slipped a finger into her mouth and began to glide it in and out, the move so erotic Maisy didn’t know when she started to suck on it. He reached down and slipped the other hand into her workout bra, his thumb aiming straight for her nipple. There was no gentle flick, no smooth caress. Just a hard tug at the now-sensitive bud as Carter replaced his finger with his tongue, kissing her hard. And that was when Maisy came, hard, and unable to hold back the loud moan that accompanied one of the most earth-shattering orgasms she ever had.

Carter stared at the woman who had her arms wrapped around his shoulders and wondered how he could have lost control so easily. Of course, he had spent so much time fantasizing about just such a thing that when he felt her lips on his, his reaction had been instinctive. Then when he had captured her hands above her head, the moment she realized he was taking control and the way she had acquiesced was one of the most erotic things he had ever seen. The way she had wrapped her lips around his finger as he simulated an action he would rather have done with another part of his anatomy. How her eyes had gone at half-mast the moment his fingers had touched her nipple and the way she moaned when she came. It was enough to drive a man insane. He looked down at her, and her eyes met his, the look in them so tempting, so submissive. Yet her chin had a certain stubborn lift to it, as if to say her submission was a gift she was giving of her free will, and if she wanted, she could take it back. He wondered if she was even aware she had such zest, such fire in her nature. Looking down and taking in all he would be getting into if he continued this part, Carter reluctantly stepped away from Maisy, noting the look of hunger and surprise she threw at him.

“I think that’s enough for today.” He tried to act as neutral as possible, trying to go for an unaffected image. But his hoarse voice gave him away and the hungry look in his eyes couldn’t be successfully masked. Whirling around, he quickly headed for the door, praying he didn’t meet anybody between the room and the showers. He was suddenly in desperate need of a shower. A cold shower.

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