Page 63 of Duke of Chaos

Lydia let out a strangled moan and spread her legs further as his next slap landed directly between her thighs and across her mons.

“You did save my life,” he admitted, rubbing soothing fingers across her stinging parts. “So, I will give you ten.”

“Ten what?” Lydia panted.

Arousal shot through his veins as he found her already dripping, and he couldn’t resist stroking a finger inside her velvety folds. The moment he did, Lydia’s back arched, and she moved herself into his hand, wanting more. Before he could lose himself and allow her, he pulled his hand away and delivered another slap to her backside.

“Ten spankings,” he replied as Lydia moaned, “For each cheek.”

He lowered himself down on top of her, letting his chest press into her back as his lips found her ear.

“Andyouwill be counting them out for me.”

Lydia moaned once more as Ezra drew himself back, bringing her hips up with him so that her backside presented itself once more, and he let another slap ring across her left cheek. Ezra waited, giving Lydia a moment to try to find her breath and senses, and finally, he heard a breathy “One.”

Ezra reveled in the pleasure of her submission, letting his hands roam and grip whatever he wanted before he delivered another stinging strike.

“Two!” Lydia gasped, her body trembling now.

By the time they made it to the twentieth slap even Ezra was shaking with need. He barely let his ears register what he said before he gripped her hips and thrust himself inside of her. Lydia’s warm, slick walls gripped him tightly, all but begging for him as he began to move his hips.

Needing to see her eyes, Ezra was only able to hold the position for a moment before pulling out to turn her over. As if she had been waiting for permission to get off her knees, Lydia whirled on him, her arms wrapping around his back as she all but dragged him on top of her. Wanting exactly what she wanted, Ezra let her pull him in, and when he thrust inside of her again, they both moaned in pleasure.

“What will you do to him?”

Lydia felt Ezra’s fingertips pause on her lower back. As gentle as they probably should have been, their lovemaking had been heated and feral; both of them now sporting new scratches and bite marks that would now be blamed on the assailant in question. She had enjoyed the spanking immensely; much more than she probably should have; and had certainly enjoyed what came afterward.

But now that it was over, the assailant had been captured and they were both pleased with the proof that the other was alive and well, the question came to her: What was going to happen next?

“We think we already know who his employer is. We will question him, get his confirmation and a location, and then go find the bastard,” Ezra replied.

Lydia lifted her head from his chest so she could look down at him. Ezra was used to doing things a certain way and was no stranger to doing the dirty work himself. That was something she admired and accepted about him. But now, as she saw the toll such power took on him, she wished someone else would do it.

“Question him, how?” she asked warily.

Ezra’s blue eyes went dark, but his fingertips began to stroke along her back again.

“You need not worry about that,” he replied. “I will take care of him. Come, try to sleep.”

Deciding after all that she did not want to know what that meant, Lydia rolled onto her back, pulling him with her, and rested her head among the pillows.

“What is this?” Ezra chuckled, nipping at her right breast as he palmed the other.

“You need more sleep than I do,” Lydia replied, stroking her fingers through his dark, silken hair. “And I’m not going to go to sleep until I’m certain you are.”

She had nearly fallen asleep on his chest because of the way he was stroking her back, and she wondered, if the roles were reversed, whether she could do the same to him.

“How am I supposed to fall asleep when your breasts keep tempting me awake?” Ezra muttered mockingly, tugging at her nipple lightly with his teeth.

Lydia smiled, gasped, and writhed beneath his ministrations, but while he did these things, she continued to stroke her fingers over his hair, shoulders, and back.

“I do not need sleep,” Ezra stated, as he nuzzled his face between her breasts, nipping at the left one, “I just need these.”

“No one is stopping you,” Lydia laughed lightly.

His teasing nips and tugs and suckles were already starting to awaken Lydia’s arousal again, but even as she felt those familiar dewy drops gather between her thighs, she willed herself to only keep stroking soothing circles and trails into Ezra’s back and hair. Moments later, his objections to being tired began to fade. Next, Lydia felt his body relax further into her; his words forming into a mumbled mess as he closed his lips around her left nipple one last time.

“I know, my love,” she soothed, feeling her own body start to drift as soon as she heard Ezra’s soft snores, “You are not tired.”

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