Page 17 of His to Take

My mouth went dry, and my nipples hardened so much that my breasts ached. I wanted to reach up and touch them, maybe soothe them, but I wasn’t sure if he’d like that. What would he do if I did?

I bit my lip, struggling with the vulnerability arcing through me, yet knowing somehow that I was safe with him. His eyes were dark with forbidden promise, but he wasn’t forcing himself on me.

Some of the records I’d come across had hinted that some men were dangerous.

This man felt different.

He placed my panties aside, laying them next to the thick belt, wet gusset exposed. I blushed as I stared at the evidence ofmy own arousal before I turned back to him. I stood frozen in anticipation and his eyes glimmered with a dark air of seduction.

I wanted more. I wanted this. The silent admission to myself sent a rush of fluid to my sex and I felt a single drop trickle down the inside of my thigh.

His stare finally moved right down to my bare pussy. I whimpered with aroused shame when I saw him looking at me, knowing he could see the glistening wetness that slickened my thighs. My embarrassment overwhelmed me, and I released another pitiful cry when he extended one finger and traced it down the trail of that one wayward droplet, then brought that finger to his lips, which then tilted up with pride. I would have taken a step back, but he reached out his left hand and laid it against the back of my thigh.

“It’s time, naughty girl. Come now. Over my knee,” he instructed.

“Oh, please,” I blurted out, but my hesitation was momentary. Two heartbeats later, I did exactly as he asked. With his hand, he guided me over his thighs. He moved me forward at an angle so that my head and shoulders rested on the couch cushion and my hips and bottom were balanced over his thighs. Once he secured me flush against his solid muscle, he shifted using his legs to force my legs open and hold them where he wanted.

He was exposing my most private places, putting me on complete display for his own pleasure.

I blanched, trying to close my thighs as best as I could. His left hand reached across my back and curled around my hip, pinning me in place. His other hand popped hard against the back of my left thigh.

The sound of that single smack shocked me more than anything. It hadn’t occurred to me that it would be so loud or that it would bounce off the walls all around me. I blushed furiously and hoped no one else could hear this.

A sharp sensation followed, but it wasn’t as painful as I expected it to be. At first, it burned as though I’d been stung by something, but it faded quickly to a more subtle heat. Then it settled even deeper, straight down into my core.

Another drop of arousal rolled down my right inner thigh and I hid my face against the couch. I was thankful he couldn’t see just how red my face was. He lifted his leg just a little, propping my hips up and further exposing my soaked pussy to his view.

With my bottom high in the air, I felt more vulnerable. The chilly air caressed my skin. I had hoped it would cool me down, but it simply reminded me of my nakedness.

His hand settled over my left butt cheek with complete authority, and I tensed, expecting another crack, but that didn’t come right away. Instead, he smoothed the rough surface of his palm over my bare, soft flesh. I tried to keep myself still, but I found myself arching my back to offer myself even more to him. It seemed every single moment of this evening so far had been intricately planned and carefully choreographed by a very experienced player, and I was a complete neophyte, new and tender and helpless under his touch.

“I told you to keep your hands where I put them, didn’t I?”

My sharp intake of breath echoed loud enough for him to hear it.

“Answer me, Naomi,” his tone brooked no resistance.

“Yes,” I whispered, fidgeting a little over his knee.

“And did you?” he asked pointedly. His palm continued to caress my bare backside, swirling over every inch. Inadvertently, my thighs spread a bit wider. I wanted his fingers to go back in between them. I wanted him to make me come again.

Was that even possible?

“I didn’t,” I replied bashfully. My pussy clenched and my clit throbbed with desire.

He squeezed my left cheek, his fingers dipping into the cleft between my buttocks, and digging into the muscle hard enough to hurt a little bit. I whimpered and he released me, only to do the same on the other side.

My heart couldn’t pound any faster.

“That was very naughty of you, wasn’t it?”

My thighs shook. My hips arched.

“It was… very naughty…” I echoed. I wasn’t really thinking about the words leaving my mouth anymore. All I could focus on was his rough touch on my naked skin, my agonizing humiliation, and my supreme arousal.

Grasping my hip more tightly, he pulled me in closer, trapping me against the chiseled slabs of muscle on his torso.

I could feel the hard, thick shaft of his erection throbbing against my soft belly. I wasn’t the only one aroused right now; he was too, and that pleased me.

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