Page 29 of Hidden Heart

His warm hands rubbed her cheeks, luring her into a sense of comfort. The first swat surprised her. She gasped with it, stepping forward a bit to keep from falling on her face. Royce wrapped his arm around her waist to help support her and brought his hand down again, and again and again. She cried out with each stroke but knew the warmth spreading over her backside would soak into her body. After half a dozen more strokes, he began rubbing and massaging her spanked flesh. “Just feel, Jess. Enjoy without question,” his husky voice instructed. “Scoot your feet apart. Open your legs for me.” His hand slid between her thighs, pushing them apart.

Grateful for the arm wrapped around her waist, she knew she wouldn’t topple over, but if his fingers touched her more intimately, she couldn’t promise her knees wouldn’t buckle. Light strokes began along her pussy with only enough pressure to tell her of his presence but not to give her any sort of relief. The fabric ripped right before the cool air washed over her now naked ass. A look over her shoulder told her he wasn’t concerned with the ruining of her panties.

“Reach back, Jessica. I have you—you won’t fall. Reach back with both hands and pull your cheeks apart. I want to see all of you.” His words rushed to her head, and instant mortification filled her. He wanted to see her…there? A harsh slap landed when she didn’t move. “I could do it myself, but I’m afraid you’d fall. Your choice—your hands or mine.” He wasn’t going to back down. The thin thread of steel in his voice told her he meant business.

Shoving aside her embarrassment, she reached back and spread herself for him. Her face grew hot, and she chewed on the inside of her lip so hard, she wondered if she would draw blood. Then he touched her, and all the embarrassment and hesitation fell away.

One finger slid into her wetness, to where her desire was the greatest. “Ah, there you go. I said you’d be rewarded.” He added another finger and slowly fucked her. Low in her throat, a moan gathered, and she allowed herself to release it when a third finger invaded her. “Open.” No heat in the word, only a simple command given and obeyed. She pulled her cheeks farther apart.

His fingers continued to thrust into her, bringing her closer to an edge she didn’t understand. The warmth in her ass from the spanking was beginning to subside, but the heat within her only ignited further when his thumb pressed against the tight ring of muscles. She instinctively clenched, but Royce wouldn’t have it. “Open and relax, Jessica.”

Again, she managed to reposition herself and heard a low grunt of approval. The pad of his thumb circled her puckered entrance. “Royce.” She was pleading, but for what she wasn’t sure. The idea of being looked at and touched in such a private area once felt torrid and dirty, but at that moment—the moment he was looking down at her and giving her words of encouragement, stroking her wanting sex—it became something else. Something exciting.

“Have you ever been touched here before?” he asked, with his thumb slowly easing into her opening.

“N-no,” she managed to say. Her natural lubricant eased his way, and with one thrust, his thumb invaded her completely. She cried out from the intense sensation and slight burn of his finger, but she managed to continue holding her position.

“See? Not so bad.” It wasn’t so bad at all. “Imagine my cock inside this tight—” He paused and withdrew his thumb along with his fingers. “Up.” He helped to right her until she was on her feet again, standing upright. His lips brushed over hers. “You’ve torn your panties.”

From her daze, she couldn’t find a response, but it didn’t seem he required one as he backed her up. A gentle push, and she landed on the bed scooting back until he pressed her shoulders down, so she lay on her back. He grasped the waistband of her panties and pulled it down her body then threw them toward the corner of the room.

“Open your legs,” His strong hands urged her thighs apart until he was satisfied with their position. “Keep them here. Do not close them. No matter what.” His eyes darkened with his instructions.

“Okay,” she managed to agree. Unsure of where to put her hands, she placed them on her stomach when he walked to his closet. A familiar tingle coursed through her. She allowed herself to wonder what he would do to her, what implement he would spank her with, as he dug around his closet. When he returned with the same riding crop he had used on her breasts, she couldn’t help but feel a tinge of disappointment.

“Now, you don’t even know what I’m going to do.” He gave a soft laugh. Standing at the edge of the bed, he leaned over and placed his hands flat on the mattress, on either side of her head. “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. And you will be even more beautiful once I’ve marked you with my crop.”

“Where are you going to use it?” The urge to close her legs came over her, but she fought it, remembering his instructions.

“Wherever I want.” He winked and then was gone. “Keep your eyes on the ceiling. I could blindfold you, but I want to see your full expression. Remember, legs open—no matter what.” She gave a small nod and slid her hands onto the bed, gripping the blanket beneath her.

The leather flapper tapped her left knee, slowly making its way up toward her belly. A sharp slap to the inside of her right thigh gave her a jolt, but she remained in position. “Good girl.” The words could not have been more effective if they had been hands massaging her ego. Two simple words brought her as much physical pleasure as any kiss.

Another sharp blow to the inside of her thigh, higher, too close to her entrance for her comfort. She gave a little squeak when the light tapping began above her clit. Had she really consented to this? Did she really lie still for this man, waiting for his harsh crop to land on her aching sex? She wanted his kisses, his licks, and his touches—but no—she wanted this too. She wanted the pain, the rush of the sting absorbing into her body as warm tangible feeling. She wanted to please him, and even more so- to be his toy.

Electric fire shot through her as the crop landed hard on her clit. She sat upright and clenched her knees together.

“Jessica. Down. Now.” He tapped her shoulder with the crop, and she silently obeyed. It would cost her; she had no doubt about that. “Now, what to do with you?” he mused, tapping the leather on her mound. She arched, meeting the little slaps. “Hungry for more?” he asked, giving a sharp smack to her clit. She gripped the blanket tightly to remain in position. “Much better. But…you did sit up. And closed your legs. What did I say about your legs, Jessica?”

“You said to keep them open.” There was no hesitation. She would do as he said, if only he would help her find the release she so desperately craved.

“That’s right.” His voice was closer, but she kept her gaze on the ceiling. No use adding more wood to the fire. She was already ablaze with need. The heat from his breath surprised her as he blew over her sex. With experienced fingers, he spread her lips, leaned down between her thighs, and sucked her clit.

Her muscles clenched, but she managed to keep her hips on the bed and her legs open. She did not want to risk him stopping his delicious torture. His tongue twirled, sending a stronger current of arousal to her core. Feeling the familiar tension low in her belly, she tried to wiggle away from him. He hadn’t given her permission to come yet, and she was too close to the edge. But he wouldn’t have it. His hands slid under her ass, holding her to his mouth, while his tongue darted into her pussy.

“Royce!” She squeezed her eyes closed. Ceiling be damned! Knowing she would explode any second, she tried to find the words to tell him. But as she reached the brink and readied herself for the dive, he pulled away. Abandoning her with her growing need, he slid from the bed.

“Now, keep your legs open.” With the crop again in his hand, he tapped her thighs.

She growled in frustration and was rewarded with a hard slap just above her clit. If he’d struck her an inch lower, she was sure she would have found her climax.

Tap, tap, tap went the crop on her lips. Vibrations filled her, but she wanted him higher. She wanted him in the sweet spot, force her over the edge into the spiral waiting for her. How easily he gained her cooperation. She couldn’t imagine lying with her legs spread so wide for any other man, allowing any other man to use a crop on her, driving her mad for release.

Another hard slap to her clit nearly had her undone. She managed to hold her position and cry out without moving. Hot pain settled into her and spread upward to her belly, where tension rose. She wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer. With his jaw firmly set and a playful turn of his lips, he brought the crop down again. The large bulge in his pants told her he wanted to fuck her as much as she needed him to.

“Royce!” she called out from the fast, feathery flicks of the leather. “Please.”

“Please, what?” He continued the torturous actions as he unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock out. Her eyes darted to the thick staff in his hand and watched with envy as he slid his hand up and down. She licked her lips and swallowed hard.

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