Page 10 of His to Keep
Before she can respond, I pull her down into my lap, her bottom over my knee, and groan at the sight. “So pretty,” I whisper, running a finger over the curve of her ass, stopping just before I reach the place between her thighs. “Tell me, sweet girl. Are you wet for me?”
“Yes, sir,” she whispers, breathless.
“I think I’d like to check for myself,” I murmur, then plunge my finger forward, straight into the hot silk of her folds. “Fuck,” I growl. She’s drenched, and I’ve barely touched her.
“Please,” she whispers, shifting her hips back towards my hand, wanting more of my touch.
I bring my hand down on her ass, hard, the stinging slap echoing through the room “Still.”
She freezes immediately. “You can always say red,” I remind her, rubbing the now already pink flesh.
“Green, sir,” she says clearly, voice ragged, bleeding with desire. Fuck, yes.
I slap her again. “I had planned to use my paddle on you, but I’m liking this far too much.” Another smack. “There’s something nice about the skin on skin contact from spanking, don’t you think?”
As she begins to answer, I spank her again, the hardest yet, and her response comes out in a breathy whimper instead.
“Your ass is gorgeous,” I murmur, kneading the flesh roughly, causing her to squeak with pain. “Fuck, I love that sound. Let’s see if I can get you to make it again.”
I rain blows down on her ass cheeks and the top of her thighs. In no time at all she’s wriggling. I should tell her to stop, demand she lay still and take it, but it feels too good, the way she’s squirming in my lap. I grasp her bound wrists, pressing them into her lower back for leverage while I spank her again and again.
“Let’s see how that sweet pussy is feeling now,” I murmur, slightly breathless myself. I slide my hand between her legs to find her wetness now smeared across the top of her thighs. “Your pussy likes this, sweet girl. Your pussy likes it when I’m rough on that ass.”
“Yes, sir,” she pants, the words music to my ears. I draw my hand back and she moans in dismay, tilting her hips back towards me. I land a stinging slap right on her wet center and she gasps. “Oh my God.”
“Green?” I pant out. I’m not going to be able to last much longer. Which is insane—this is pretty vanilla stuff here. I would have most subs strung up to my St. Andrew’s Cross by now, and I’d be using a lot more than just my hand. But the intimacy of this act, the nearness of her, the feel of her warm, panting body pressed against me, the noises she makes, the way she squirms…it’s all too much. I’ve never felt like this during a scene, not ever.
“Green,” she says on a whimper, so I do it again, bringing my hand down even harder on her pussy. “Fuck!”
“Language, sweet girl,” I murmur, my gentle voice a dichotomy with the continued stinging slaps on her wet, hot flesh.
“Please!”
“Please, what, Rebecca?”
“I want to come, sir. Please.”
“No.”
She groans in frustration and I chuckle darkly. “I had no idea you were such a greedy girl. But I’m not ready yet. Your ass isn’t nearly red enough.”
I go back to work on her ass, alternating my strikes over different areas to spread out the sting. The reddened color of her skin is intoxicating and the way her flesh quivers under my hands is fucking beautiful. “I could do this all night long.”
“I might die if you do,” she mutters and I laugh. She’s a hell of a lot feister than I first thought. I like it. A lot.
“I might die if I don’t taste this sweet pussy soon.”
Before she can do more than moan at my words, I flip her on my lap, cradling her in my arms as I stand from the chair. “Want you spread out on that bed,” I tell her. “Want to see every inch of you.”
“Yes, please,” she says, snuggling into me. I pinch her ass. “Sir!” she adds with a squeal. “Please, sir.”
“Better.” I lay her out on the plush white comforter, my breath catching at the sight. Her red hair fanned out on the pillow like a halo, her perfect curves looking somehow even more pronounced when she’s spread out like this.
This woman is perfection. A sweet, dirty little angel sent to torment me. And I have no idea how I’m going to walk away when it’s over.
Luke
“Ineed to fucking taste you,” I growl, lowering myself over her. Without preamble, I take a nipple into my mouth, groaning at the feel of the tightened bud against my tongue. I give a hard suck and she groans, too. I’m fast becoming addicted to that sound.
