Page 31 of Don't You Dare Marry Me

“Hmm, careful now or I’ll think it’s less punishment and more erotic.”

The resounding chuckle was exactly what Nicola wanted to hear.

“Ever come just from being spanked?” Nicola thwacked her again.

“Yes.” Abagail’s answer was breathy. “But it took a long time.”

“I’m not sure I’m patient enough for that.” Nicola spanked her again, clenching her other hand around Abagail’s belt. She’d wanted to use it, but she wasn’t entirely sure if she was going to tie Abagail up or use it as a whip.

“Thank God,” Abagail mumbled through another groan. “But I am getting closer.”

Nicola chuckled. “Mind if I check? Just to be sure.”

Abagail shook her head and spread her legs even more. It was a bit odd, with the door to the library wide open, to have Abagail spread-eagled in front of her, but maybe it wasn’t weird in this house. Maybe this was just normal. Finding pleasure in another person without restraint and without shame.

Nicola trailed her fingertips down Abagail’s spine and over the curve of her ass. She didn’t tease, but instead inserted twofingers deep inside Abagail. She was soaked, her juices sliding down Nicola’s finger already as if she’d come. Nicola leaned in, nipping at Abagail’s shoulder and scraping her teeth down along the first part of the path that her fingers had taken.

“You’re wet,” Nicola stated confidently. “Is that for me? Or you?”

Abagail gasped, but she didn’t answer. Perhaps that was too sensitive a question to ask.

Nicola removed her fingers and glanced down at the belt. “I’m going to tie you up and fuck you hard.”

Abagail groaned, listing backward into Nicola’s body. “Yesss…”

“And next time when I tell you to lick them, you’ll listen the first time.”

“Yes,” Abagail answered, though Nicola wasn’t confident that would actually happen.

She spun Abagail around, pressing Abagail’s back into the shelves. She pressed her fingers against Abagail’s lips and looked at her curiously. “So lick them.”

Without hesitation, Abagail opened her mouth and took Nicola’s wet fingers between her lips. The rough part of her tongue pressed against the pads of Nicola’s fingers, the warmth of her mouth and the sucking that Abagail immediately started made Nicola shiver. Their gazes remained locked as Abagail sucked her hard. God, to have that mouth doing this between Nicola’s legs. She could almost close her eyes and feel the sensations, if she let her imagination run away with her.

Nicola crossed Abagail’s hands and immediately wrapped the belt around her wrists. She tightened it, making sure that the leather creaked before she released. For good measure, she reached up and pinched Abagail’s nipples quickly before spinning her back around and pushing her against the bookcase.

She couldn’t tempt herself too much, otherwise she’d end up on her knees with her face buried in Abagail’s cunt. She almost put Abagail’s hands behind her back, but she’d wanted Abagail to be able to hold herself up through this. Because it was going to be fast, and it was going to be hard.

With her still damp fingers, Nicola thrust them into Abagail again. Abagail moaned, her eyes clenching shut. Nicola didn’t give her a second to breathe as she swung her free hand down and planted it sharply against Abagail’s ass. The resounding grunt followed quickly by a gush of wetness against her fingers was exactly what she was looking for.

Abagail breathed in sharply, spreading her legs and widening her stance even more. This would be so much better if Nicola had a strap and could properly fuck her, but she didn’t want to waste the time to go upstairs and retrieve it. They both needed this now. She needed to forget about the chaos of the last day, and she needed to make sure that Abagail was satisfied, that Nicola was upholding her end of their verbal contract.

Because she needed that money.

“Come for me,” Nicola demanded, spanking Abagail again. “Come for me hard.”

They continued, Nicola demanding and Abagail taking. Her fingers tingled from the number of times she’d spanked Abagail’s ass, but she wasn’t going to give in. Not until Abagail clenched against her, consumed her. Sweat trailed down Abagail’s back, beading as Nicola thrust and spanked again simultaneously.

And that was it.

Abagail’s knees gave out and she collapsed in a heap on the floor. Her jaw was clenched tight, her cheeks red. Nicola nearly froze, but she moved swiftly, cradling Abagail’s cheeks with her fingers and pressing their mouths together. Abagail kissed her dazedly, her tied wrists lifting up to press against Nicola’s belly.

“That was amazing,” Abagail whispered against Nicola’s lips before her head plopped back against the books. “Amazing,” she repeated slowly.

Nicola smiled, moving fully down to her knees. She tenderly slipped her hands against Abagail’s skin and soothed her, letting her calm down as her body returned to some semblance of normal. She didn’t watch the time, but she was fairly certain it took at least thirty minutes before Abagail started to move a little more normally.

Shaking her head, Abagail looked at her directly and held her wrists up.

Nicola was about to undo the tie when Abagail shook her head once. “Again.”

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