Page 52 of His Custody

He was looking at her so intensely she thought she might burst into flame, but aside from feeling as though she might spontaneously combust... “Yes. I’m not pulling because I want to get loose, I’m pulling because I want to prove to myself I can’t.”

And oh, the look on his face when she said that. Like he wanted to groan and bite his fist, like she might be causing him physical pain. His voice was hoarse when he said, “Okay.” Clearing his throat, he shook his head. “You let me know if that changes.”

In return, she nodded her agreement. She would.

At first all he did was touch her; slid his big hands over every inch of her body, his mouth following some of the trails he left. After he’d rendered her pliant and boneless, that’s when he started to hurt her. Starting with soft bites, it wasn’t so long before he was sinking his teeth into her flesh in a way that she was almost certain would draw blood, but never did. It should’ve been alarming, the way he was attempting to devour her, but she loved how it felt. The pressure, the smarting of it... the way the imprint of his teeth was left on her skin. If her hands had been free, she would’ve run her fingers over the indentations so she could relish them in yet another way. As things were, she could look at them, and sigh as he marked her again and again.

The front of her body was patterned with the temporary brands before he turned her over and slid his legs underneath her torso.

“Have you ever been spanked, Tinker Bell?” She wrenched her wrists hard in their bonds, and Jasper laid a soothing hand on her back. “Careful, sweetheart. Don’t pull too hard or you could hurt yourself. I don’t want you doing any damage to your nerves, okay? If that’s not something you want to try...”

He left off, and that was her opening. To say no, or that she didn’t want to. Even not yet. But those things would’ve been easy to say. What was so much harder was what she most wanted to say. But his thighs were broad and firm beneath her ribs, and he was offering her this. He wouldn’t if he didn’t want to, right?

So she swallowed and tried not to bury her flaming face into his thigh. “No, I’ve never been spanked, but I... I...”

The way her hips rocked against his leg was downright embarrassing. But the most she could do was lessen the movement, not stop it entirely.

“Would you like to try?”

Bless Jasper for not making her say it but giving her a way to have what she wanted all the same. “Yes.”

He didn’t leave any time for her to be uncertain or experience regret. All she felt was Jasper’s firm hand meeting the curve of her butt. He did it over and over again, pressing a forearm over her sacrum to keep her in place so he could hit her more. Harder. And oh, did she love it. The impact, the force. Some of the blows stung, some of them not so much, but always it was his hand on her, and he didn’t stop until she was breathless and her backside was pleasantly hot. Even then, he didn’t stop touching her, but switched to rubbing instead, his palm moving firmly over skin that felt more sensitive than before, and she had to moan.

“Feel good?”

“God, yes.”

He chuckled then, the sound surprising. Smug and delighted. Had she ever heard Jasper sound like that? She didn’t have long to dig through her memories though, because he was shifting her off his lap and rolling her onto her back.

When she was settled, more aware of the gentle throbbing heat on her butt that was pressed against the sheet by her own weight, she opened her eyes which she’d closed at some point. It was overwhelming, the pure sensory experience. Colors looked brighter somehow, sounds were louder, and Jasper’s touch, not just where he’d spanked her, but all over, was deliciously powerful.

He clasped her knees and spread her out, tutting at her as he ran a finger through the wetness gathered between her legs. “So you enjoyed your first spanking?”

“Yes.” She wrapped her hands around the sash still holding her down and pulled again, confirming that she still belonged to him, that he could still do whatever he liked. And whatever he liked was to slap—quick and hard—the inside of each thigh, making her gasp and then groan.

“You won’t always.” Smack, smack, gasp. “But I’m glad you did this time.” More blows, making her squeak and squirm. “You were meant to.” Two more strikes, the hardest yet that made her cry out and then he was sinking fingers inside of her. The sensation made her arch her back, drop her head back and spread her legs further. It made her feel shameless, but not in a bad way at all.

“Jasper, please.”

“Please, what?” With his fingers moving inside her and the way he’d brought her body alive, she could barely parse his question, but she understood well enough to know what her answer was.

“Please, I want you inside me. Please.”

“Not quite yet. You’re going to learn patience, and we’re going to start today. I’m going to set my alarm for an hour from now, and every time you come during the hour, you’ll get a spanking for two minutes. Not a nice one, either.”

The casual way he picked up his phone from the bedside table and presumably toyed with it until the timer was set made her crazy. How could he do such a thing while he was handling her like this? But soon enough she wished for his attention to be divided, because he set to turning her on. Or tormenting her.

Between his fingers and his mouth working her over, and the spankings she got for failing, she was losing her mind by the time he finally untethered her hands and led them to his shoulders as he settled between her thighs.

“Can you give me one more, Tinker Bell?” She tossed under him, shaking her head in denial, but she knew she would give it to him. When he pressed inside her, sheathed in a condom and gentle as could be, she arched up to meet him. Whoever had described men as having slim hips had never been with Jasper. The way he fit between her legs was assertive if not downright aggressive, and she wanted him all, wanted him to make her feel conquered.

So she begged him—harder, harder, Jasper, please, harder—and he gave it to her until she clenched around him and with a few more pleasingly brutal thrusts, he shuddered over her, gasping her name.

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“What the fuck happened, Jasper? You look like hell.”

He felt worse than that. It had been a week since he’d deflowered Keyne, and he was fucking her any chance he got. Which, since it was the end of the school year and she was a senior, meant a lot. Yeah, she had exams to take and graduation to prepare for, but for the most part the last couple of weeks were a joke. He’d even given her permission to stay out past bedtime tonight. Partly because he’d needed to talk to someone that wasn’t her and partly because she’d earned it. She’d worked so hard this year to finish out and get into college despite what had happened, and he was so proud of her. She deserved a night out, and Sasha’s mother had assured him she would be home while the girls ordered pizza and watched a movie.

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