Page 3 of New Tradition

She shuddered. "What are you going to do to me?"

Samuel crooked a finger, motioning her to step closer to him. When she did, he slid his hands into her hair and tilted her head up slightly. "Does it matter?" he asked, before closing his mouth over hers.

The kiss was electric and sent shock waves through Erin's system. Samuel never let go of her hair as he controlled the exchange between them. That was Samuel though. Always in control. Even when he let her take the lead in the bedroom, they both knew he was still in charge. If someone had told Erin six months ago that should would be in a power exchange relationship with a hot former soldier she would have looked at whoever told her that like they were insane. Telling her she would be madly in love with that same dominant, sexy as fuck, solider would have made her laugh in anyone's face. Yet here she was. In love and completely committed to the relationship they were building.

She had found her happily ever after. Now, as she reveled in his affectionate kiss, her body hummed with excitement over whatever he had planned for her. Every encounter with him was educational and eye opening.

"Bedroom now," he said in a tone that left no room for argument.

She scurried down the small hallway to her bedroom, stepping around the boxes that would soon be moved to Samuel's place. They were moving in together in just a couple of days. At first Erin had balked at the idea because her office wasn't far from her apartment, but it was becoming apparent they were going to spend every night together anyway and Samuel's presence made the apartment seem even smaller—and it was a shoebox to begin with—so she'd relented and the movers would be coming over the weekend.

“There a reason you still have your clothes on, baby girl?” Samuel asked as he nudged her closer to the bed.

Erin stifled a grin. “Maybe I was hoping you would take them off for me.”

His big hands came to settle on her hips and trailed down to the hem of her sweater. A shudder rippled through her when his fingers grazed her bare skin beneath the soft material. “Arms up,” he murmured in her ear. She complied and let him pull the sweater off her. It landed with a soft plop on the floor.

He made quick work of the rest of her clothing and hoisted her onto the bed.

“Arms above your head, grab the headboard and don’t let go.”

“What happens if I let go?” Erin asked, always wanting to know the stakes. The first few times she’d asked a question like that, Samuel had accused her of being bratty. It took him some time to realize she was just genuinely curious and wanted to know all the rules.

He smiled, a wicked smile. The kind of smile that said she probably didn’t want to know what he would do if she disobeyed. So she lifted her arms above her head and grasped the headboard.

“Good girl. Let go and I’ll take a hairbrush to your assafterI make you come for me.”

Ah yes. A favorite punishment from Samuel. Spankings hurt worse when you’d already had your orgasm and weren’t chasing that endorphin rush.

“I’ll hold on,” she promised as he reached for his own long sleeved t-shirt and dragged it over his head.

He might not be in the military anymore, but he still worked out like was and had the body to show for it. Every time he stripped off his clothes, she wanted to run her hands and tongue over every inch of him. That was a little hard since she wasn’t supposed to let go of the headboard.

When he was naked, he crawled onto the bed and knelt over her. She bent her leg and dragged her bare toes down the back of his thigh, needing to touch him.

He hooked his hands beneath her thighs and spread her legs wider for him, lifting her hips slightly at the same time. He’d already slid a condom on his thick erection, and now he teased her entrance with it. Arousal had been rushing between her thighs since before he ordered her to the bedroom, so there was little need for warm up. That was often the case with them. When he finally entered her, she groaned at the way he made her feel so full.

She wrapped her legs around him as much as his grip on her thighs would allow and rested her feet on his rock hard ass. He let go of one thigh and settled his hand between her legs. His thumb pressed directly into her clit. “You going to be a good girl and come for me?” he asked as he circled the engorged button.

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, the pleasure already taking over her body, rendering her mush. Gripping the headboard was getting harder as he rocked inside of her and grazed her clit over and over again.

When she was just on the edge of madness, he lifted his thumb away and pulled nearly out of her. “Fuck,” she whimpered. “I was right there.”

He flashed her a wicked grin. “And you’ll get there again, won’t you baby girl?” he said in a voice that flowed over her like velvet.

“Yes, Sir.”

He slammed into her, picking up her thighs again. Their bodies smacked together, echoing in the mostly packed up bedroom. His eyes bored into her as he drove his cock deep. Her head fell back, and she stared up at her hands white knuckling the headboard.

“Come for me, baby girl.”

His thumb landed on her clit again and she let out a garbled cry of pleasure. “More please,” she groaned when he just barely touched her.

He increased the pressure as he fucked harder. When she exploded beneath him, she let out a loud cry and tightened her grip on the headboard. Her hands would be sore from hanging on so tight.

She would also have finger prints on one thigh where he gripped her so tight.

“Good girl,” he crooned.

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