Page 76 of Crave Me

A shaking breath left her parted lips. “Yes, sir.”

I ran my fingers through her slick folds, tugging on her labia to get her attention. “Look at you, you’re already dripping for me.”

“Always.” She gasped as I shoved two fingers inside of her. Her hips arched up and her fingers came off the edge of the bed.

“Suck them.”

She wrapped her lips around my fingers and the firm suction pulled my balls tight behind the denim. Damn. This girl. This woman.

When she’d cleaned my fingers, I took them from her mouth and slapped her exposed pussy. She jumped and cried out but I quickly followed it with two more, lighter slaps before she could prepare for them.

“Please, sir,” she mewled. “Please, I need you.”

If only she truly did.

“I’ve been rough with you since I brought you to my home.”

She grinned, and damn, that one look made me want to drop to my knees and serve her. I’d do anything to see her always look at me that way, fully aroused, on edge, and so needy for me she didn’t think she could stand another moment without me.

“This afternoon, I won’t be.”

Her brows drew together and a thick line appeared between her eyes. “Sir?”

Understanding dawned on me. She’d chosen the table precisely because it didn’t require the trust or intimacy of the swing. She wanted me to take her hard, be unrelenting and nothing but a training Dom. Perhaps she needed to put distance between us I knew was necessary. Unfortunately, I didn’t very often give my subs the ability to choose how they were taken. I’d allowed her choice of position and place, but how I took her was my decision.

I quickly changed my already decided game plan and went to the armoire where I grabbed two pairs of furry, playful cuffs. They were more likely used by a bored housewife who wanted to spice up her dull sex life after fifteen years of marriage, but I was going for softness. Closing the hidden drawer filled with clamps and plugs, I chose a satin blindfold before grabbing a condom and returning to the table.

Without warning her, I dropped the end of the table. “What the hell?”

I spanked her inner thigh, not enough to hurt but to warn her.

“Excuse me?”

“Sorry, sir,” she quickly corrected. “You surprised me.”

“I know. Slide back just until your ass is on the edge of the bed.”

Watching her wiggle in small increments, back and forth until she was in the correct position made me harder. Her toes, curled around the stirrups, were painted a hot pink that made me want to put a clip on the smallest one. It’d be annoying, and just enough pressure to keep her overwhelmed. I’d save it for another day.

“Good girl,” I praised when she was in position. When she thanked me, I held up the cuffs and blindfold.

The confusion on her face earlier faded to disappointment.

“You’ll like this,” I assured her and quickly went to work. “I’ve been too rough with you this weekend and your ass is still pink. You need a break.”

“I trust you, sir.”

Her words were perfect, her tone faltered. It only further confirmed my suspicions. Fuck that. If she wanted distance, she wouldn’t get it. Not from me.

I fixed the cuffs to her wrists and then to the table before I moved to the other side and did the same.

“Are you comfortable?” When she nodded, I grinned at her. “Then let’s put you in the dark.” I lifted the blindfold and her lips parted. Succulent, full pink lips I wanted wrapped around my dick. I wanted to watch her lips stretch around my cock, her eyes grow wet as she took me deep in her throat and her eyes widen when she gagged before I pulled out.

I’d get to that. As soon as I made her come multiple times.

“I like seeing you, sir,” Chloe whispered, her voice on the edge of lust and fear.

“I know you do.”

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