Page 17 of The Perfect Bargain

He paused his spanking and held me firmly in place on his lap. I took a few deep breaths, trying to steady myself as he ran his hand down my body. The anticipation was almost unbearable as he teased me, stroking from my sensitive clit to the tight puckered hole of my asshole. His fingers neverpenetrated, but the sensation was enough to make me drip with desire. I let out a long, guttural moan, feeling my body tremble with need. And then he started spanking again, each strike harder than the last. Maybe it was just my imagination, but the pain seemed to intensify now that my skin was already sensitive and tingling. With each resounding slap, my mind went blank and I saw stars behind my tightly closed eyes. It was a delicious torture, one that left me yearning for more even as my flesh burned with pleasure-pain.

“Don’t run from me again.” I couldn’t move, frozen under his intense gaze as he spoke with a calmness that was almost unsettling. My heart raced, but I couldn’t bring to say anything. Finally, he released my wrists, and I collapsed over his knees, feeling the fiery heat in my ass from his punishment. He gently massaged my cheeks, allowing me a moment to catch my breath before picking me up and carrying me to the bed. As he laid me down on my back, his words caught me off guard.

“Promise me I can keep seeing you,” he pleaded, his face moving between my legs as he spread them apart with such care. His fingers explored every inch of my folds before his tongue dove in eagerly. The sensations were overwhelming as he licked and sucked at my most sensitive area, causing me to moan uncontrollably until I eventually climaxed in his mouth. With each lingering touch, I knew this was a promise I would gladly fulfill over and over again.

Elijah flips me over and positions himself between my legs, my body is exhausted by somehow I want more of him still.

With a gentle yet firm touch, Elijah flips me over and settles himself between my trembling legs. My body is weak and spent, but the longing for him still lingers within me.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” He whispers, his warm lips trailing soft kisses along my neck.

My heart races at his words and I nod eagerly, unable to form words.

His hardness presses against the delicate skin between my thighs and just as I think he’s about to enter me, he pulls back.

“Next week, same time,” he declares before leaving the room, leaving me in a disheveled state on the bed.

Chapter Eleven

Diana

“Diana.”

The sound of my name, spoken in that profound tone, nearly made me jump. A flutter of nerves danced through me, unbidden and unexpected. The backlight obscured his features, casting him in a silhouette that beckoned me forward with an unspoken promise of… something. He retreated into the room as I approached, a silent invitation I found myself compelled to accept.

At the threshold, his hand found mine, a firm yet gentle grasp that tugged me into his world. Once inside, he spun me, a graceful twirl executed with a hand guiding mine above my head, transforming a simple gesture into an intimate dance.

“Everything I’ve been told about you seems to be true,” he said, and I smiled. He appeared to be in his mid-forties, distinguished by his silver hair and striking blue eyes. Those eyes—there was kindness there, yes, but edged with a hint of something deeper, more enigmatic. His attire was strictly monochrome; a black suit, shirt, and tie cloaked his frame in mystery.

He took my hand, guiding me towards a grand staircase. As we ascended, I sensed his gaze fixed on me, particularly as Inavigated each step. Flipping my hair for added effect, I couldn’t help but indulge in the moment, rewarded by the sound of his amusement—a chuckle tinged with a hint of mischief.

Reaching our destination, I was rendered speechless by the spectacle before me. Ben observed quietly as I took in the room, its every surface adorned with black candles. The bed commanded attention, a massive four-poster structure, its posts entwined with silk ties, all set against the backdrop of a luxurious black silk coverlet. The entire scene was something out of a gothic fantasy, both intimidating and utterly fascinating.

Guiding me further into the chamber, he held my hand confidently. “I hear you’re into games,” he stated his voice void of any questioning intonation. As I slipped out of my jacket, I responded with a nonchalant shrug, “That depends on my company and the game’s rules.”

His response was a smile that brought out pronounced dimples, adding a new layer to his character. Graciously, he took my jacket, draping it over a nearby chair. “The game we’re about to play has no rules,” he informed me, a spark in his eyes, “and you’ll be playing with me.” With a casual gesture toward an adjacent doorway, he instructed, “There’s the bathroom. Inside, you’ll find attire I’ve chosen for you.”

My reply was a playful “Yes sir,” accompanied by a coy half-smile. As I entered the bathroom, his laughter echoed in the room, the door clicking shut behind me.

Sliding into the silk gown, I marveled at its luxurious feel. The straps were delicate, almost like whispers against my skin, and the dress plunged daringly at my back, halting just above the curve of my rear. The front was no less bold, with a deep V that offered a generous view of my cleavage. As I moved, the fabric caressed every inch of me, a dance of silk and skin.

Stepping back into the room, I saw Ben, now donned in a matching black silk robe, standing regally before the fireplace.A glass of cognac caught the light in his hand, casting amber reflections. He noticed my entrance, a subtle acknowledgment in his gaze before he reached for a second glass, extending it towards me.

I accepted the glass, our fingers brushing momentarily, sending a spark of anticipation through me. Bringing the glass to my lips, I took a delicate sip, the rich warmth of the cognac melding perfectly with the charged atmosphere that Ben had so meticulously crafted.

I lingered in anticipation, waiting for him to articulate his desires. His gaze was fixed on me, piercing, like beams of focused light scrutinizing every detail. As I indulged in another sip, he gently took the glass from my hands, closing the distance between us. “You smell incredible, Diana,” he murmured, his voice a soft undertone to the fireplace’s crackling.

Guiding me effortlessly to the bed, he eased me down with a gentle firmness. His touch ignited a trail of shivers along my skin, a sensation so vivid, so stark against the usual detachment I maintained in these moments. But tonight was different. I was present, acutely aware of every caress, every whisper of his lips. My responses were instinctive and passionate—returning kisses, mirroring caresses. It transcended the physical; it was an exchange, a dance of intimacy and connection, unlike anything I’d ever known.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Ben slid the straps of my dress down from my shoulders, his gaze ravenous as it devoured every inch of my exposed skin. His strong hand grasped my breasts firmly, fingers kneading and teasing until my nipples hardened under his touch. As he ravished my mouth with passionate kisses, I could feel a hint of pain mingled with pleasure as his teeth and tongue engaged in a fierce battle with mine. The metallic taste of blood lingered on my lips, evidence of our intense desire. He trailed his lips down to my neck, leavinga trail of soft bites and sucks that elicited a deep moan from me. Although I knew I would regret the marks in the morning, I couldn’t resist the exhilarating pleasure that Ben’s touch brought me.

I reached out to untie his robe, my fingers trembling with anticipation. But he stopped me with a firm grip on my wrist. “No, not yet,” he said, his voice low and husky. He pushed me back onto the bed and, with one swift motion, stripped the gown from my body. The fabric slid down my skin, pooling at my feet before he tossed it carelessly across the room. His hands were like fire against my bare skin as they roamed over every inch of me, igniting sparks of desire within me. His mouth followed suit, leaving trails of wet heat wherever it touched. My entire body throbbed with need, and I arched my back, silently begging for more.

But then he surprised me by taking my hands and tying them with leather straps to the posts of the bed. I gasped in shock and excitement as he leaned close to whisper in my ear, “Now, the games begin.” A strange gleam in his eyes sent shivers down my spine.

As his lips trailed down my neck, I couldn’t help but notice shadows moving in the corners of the room. But before I could question them, Ben covered my eyes with a silk scarf. “No peeking, sweet one,” he said playfully. I started to protest, but all coherent thought was lost when his mouth captured mine once again, sending me spiraling into a world of pleasure and mystery.

His hands explored every inch of my body, moving with a skilled and effortless grace. I marveled at how he could touch me in so many places at once, his fingers leaving sparks of pleasure in their wake. I could feel the heat radiating from between my legs as his hand stroked me there, igniting a fire within me. He knew exactly what to do, his fingers gliding overmy most sensitive areas with a tantalizing precision that left me breathless. As his lips met mine, our bodies moved in perfect harmony, his hands fluttering over my skin and eliciting shivers of delight. Each touch was like a discovery, building upon the intense pleasure that had already consumed me. I reveled in the biting kisses on my neck and shoulders, feeling completely lost in the ecstasy of his touch.

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