Page 57 of Salacious Devotion

After a kiss that makes me so horny I lose track of where we are, I ease my body onto the bench and try to control my racing heart.

It’s impossible when Dane decides to restrain me. He starts with my ankles and wrists, but then he adds straps across my back, one over my shoulder blades and another near my hips. I won’t be able to buck or arch at all, and tingles creep up my spine.

Restraints like this affect me in several ways. One, I feel secure and loved. Two, my arousal goes through the roof. My pussy is dripping by the time he finishes securing me. I need him to touch me so badly I’m close to begging. And three, I ache for the feel of his palm and the promised cane striking my ass.

Dane rubs my back. “I’m going to spank you hard and fast until your bottom is bright red. When I think you’re ready, I will give you three strikes with the cane in parallel lines across your sexy cheeks. Finally, before you have a chance to catch your breath, I will thrust my fingers into your tight cunt, and you will come for me. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.” I used to love it when he laid out his plans for our scenes. Some people might prefer surprises, and they are nice sometimes, too, but I find comfort in knowing exactly what my Dom will do and that he will never let me down and trick me by switching it up.

His words alone send a shudder down my body. The anticipation is enough to send me to the edge. This won’t be the kind of scene where I end up sobbing from a giant emotional release. I’ve cried enough today. Hell, I’ve cried enough for three weeks to last a lifetime.

It’s time to do a scene that hurts so good and is followed by an intense orgasm. Sometimes the benefits are the same as a hard crying session.

“Are you ready, baby?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.” He sets a hand on the small of my back even though it’s not necessary. I can’t move an inch. I’m not going to sway to either side or be able to lift my hips.

The first swat takes my breath away. No warm-up, but that’s what he promised, so I’m emotionally prepared even though my body is shocked.

Dane sets up a rhythm, spanking back and forth between cheeks, covering every inch of my skin.

I’m completely relaxed. I close my eyes and settle into the intense emotions that automatically surface as he peppers my skin.

Heaven. A giant slice of heaven. By the time he stops, I’m moaning from the pain and the way every spank makes my pussy vibrate with need.

I’m marginally aware of him grabbing the cane.

“Three strikes, Paige.” He hesitates for only a few seconds, letting his words absorb, and then the first stripe lands high on my ass.

I gasp, my breath catching in my lungs. It’s been so long since I’ve had this. I forgot how powerful it is. I’m in my head when the second thwack takes me by surprise. It shouldn’t, but it does. And I’m panting and focused when the final stripe lands lower on my cheeks, almost at the crease of my ass with my thighs.

The sound of the cane landing on the floor is followed by Dane’s fingers thrusting into my pussy.

I lift my head and cry out. It shouldn’t have been unexpected. I knew he was going to finger me. He said he would; he’s done this before. Nevertheless, I’m out of practice, and my pussy is so pleased that I clench around his fingers.

The next thrust is deeper, and Dane scissors his fingers inside me, stretching me, making me moan low and deep, my voice almost unrecognizable.

With the next thrust, he reaches between my legs with his other hand and finds my clit. He pinches it hard, and then his hands are both gone.

The loss is so immense that my vision blurs. I was so close to coming. I can’t breathe, let alone beg. I’m thrumming with need.

Before I can form words to plead, Dane’s palm lands on my pussy in a firm spank that rattles my teeth and sends me over the edge.

I scream as my orgasm takes hold of me, the pulses of my release strong enough to shake the bench.

Luckily, Dane takes pity on me and eases his fingers into my tight channel, gently rubbing my clit at the same time, letting me ride the waves for much longer than I would otherwise.

“That’s my good girl. You have no idea how fucking sexy you are.”

Right now, I feel every bit as sexy as he says I am. I also feel like a limp noodle. There’s no way I’ll be able to stand, let alone walk. But I know I won’t have to. Dane will carry me to bed and wrap his body around mine. He will hold me in his arms and never let me go. Not tonight. Not ever.

Chapter 22

Paige

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