Page 85 of Unbind

‘You are extraordinary,’ he whispers against my lips when he breaks the kiss. ‘Are you wet for me?’

‘So wet,’ I manage, my eyes locked on his.

‘Do you need to come?’

‘So badly.’

‘Do you need a good spanking first?’

Jesus Christ, what is it about those words? Why, at the mere thought of Adam putting me over his knee and letting rip on my bare bottom, am I a puddle of lust on the floor?

‘God, yes, please.’

‘Such a good girl,’ he murmurs, releasing me and strolling over to the bed, tucking himself back in as he does so. He sits on the end, as far back as he can get, so the end of the bed hits the backs of his knees.

Then he pats his lap. ‘Come here. On your stomach.’

Oh my God. I’m not sure how to do this elegantly. I climb onto the bed and lower myself down so I’m draped sideways across his lap, along the end of the bed, my pelvic bone pressed against him and my elbows propped on the black satin sheets.

I’ve been so intimate with Adam these past few weeks, in so many ways, but everything feels different tonight. The air is thick with the tension of what he’s about to do to me. What I want him to do to me.

Nerves are sparking in my stomach as he puts one hand between my shoulder blades to indicate that I should flop my shoulders downwards and lie prone as his other one brushes upwards between my legs, burrowing under my dress until it finds the top of one of my stockings.

One by one, he rolls the nylon down my legs and tugs them off before flipping the skirt of my dress up and over so my bum, in its virginal white panties, is on display for him. Despite the warmth of the room, the air feels cooler on myexposed skin, and I shiver as he caresses me through the fabric, his deft hands roaming over white cotton and pressing between my cheeks. I can’t see his face, and those lost social cues make the anticipation even more delicious as I await my fate.

‘Mmm,’ he murmurs, rubbing my bum, grabbing at the flesh before stroking down my thighs and circling back. ‘I’ve wanted to do this since pretty much the first time I laid eyes on you.’

‘Really?’ I croak.

‘Mmm-hmm. Anddefinitelysince you stayed that first night and were such an ungrateful little brat.’

I laugh, despite myself. ‘I was provoked. And you were seriously thinking of spanking me then?’

‘Yeah.’ He runs a single fingertip under the rear elastic of my panties, and I suck in a breath and widen my legs slightly, because I need him to touch me. I need him to stop teasing me, winding me higher with his words and his fingers, and just get to it.

‘You were in those leggings that Clem got for you,’ he continues, ‘and your arse looked so fucking peachy, and you were so bloody hostile, and I knew if I bent you over the kitchen island I could shut you up very effectively. Unfortunately for you, I’ve finally got my chance.’

He punctuates this ominous statement by running his finger down, down, under the elastic of my panties, until he hits my pussy, and swiping through it languorously. I practically shoot off the bed.

‘Oh my God,’ I moan.

‘Wet, aren’t you?’ he croons. ‘Think how good it’s going to be after I’ve spanked you a few times. Fuck, these panties are sexy. I need you to count for me, sweetheart. If you can last till ten, I promise I’ll reward you.’

I’ve barely had time to react when he pulls his finger away and his hand comes down hard on my right cheek. The sting and the sound are equally shocking, and I let out a little cry before he smooths his hand soothingly over my smarting skin.

‘One,’ he prompts when I don’t say anything.

‘One.’ My voice is shaky.

‘Good girl.’ He slaps the other cheek. Oh Jesus.

‘Two.’ I scrabble at the sheets. It’s not like it’s particular painful. I think it’s more the shock, and the lack of control, that’s bothersome.

When he’s spanked me five times, he rewards me by pulling my panties right down and exposing my bottom, rubbing one hand over my bare skin as he reaches between my legs with the other and pushes a couple of fingers roughly inside me. I’m so sensitive there, and holy fucking Christ, it feels so good. I moan loudly and wriggle.

‘Stay still,’ he orders, massaging my bum as he finger fucks me slowly. I groan, because staying still is almost as difficult as staying quiet.

‘Jesus,’ he rasps. ‘You’re wetter than I’ve ever felt you, sweetheart. A couple of spanks and my filthy girl is practically spurting all over my fingers.’ He drives them in again. He’s not lying. The sound of my greedy body sucking him in isloud.

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