Page 15 of Resisting Isaac
It hits me then that I’ve never admitted this out loud to anyone before. How much I need to feel. Confessing my deepest desires to a stranger seems odd at first but then it clicks.
I’m never going to see this guy again. I can be messy. I can be wild. I can be whatever and whomever I choose.
It’s the freest I’ve ever felt—kind of ironic since I’m literally tied to this bed.
He doesn’t have any expectations and even if he does, it’s not like he can break up with me if I don’t meet them.
“Good girl,” he says, and the acceptance in his eyes, the want in them, has me spreading wider. He squeezes my ankle, hard, and I jump.
He arches an eyebrow. Then moves his hands upward, massaging firmly as he goes. “You know, you made me wait while you showered. Stripped me, tied my hands. Then made me watch you wash that perfect body while I couldn’t touch you. Couldn’t even stroke my cock for relief.” He crawls onto the bed, his hands kneading their way up my body. They reach my inner thighs and I whimper. “All I could think about was how badly you needed to be punished for making me wait.”
I’m shaking. But not in fear. In excitement. In anticipation.
“Then punish me.” I meet his burning glare. “I deserve it.”
His lips quirk up on one side. “That’s the plan, sweetheart.”
Before I can speak, he’s up and untying the reins from the bed post. I gape at him, trying to figure out what’s going on,but I don’t have time to speak before he’s wrangling me off the bed.
With my wrists now bound in front of me, I’m maneuvered roughly to the small dining table beside us. He lifts my arms over my head, then a flat palm on my back presses downward until my face and bare breasts are against the cool wood.
“Hold tight to the table and do not move. Understood?” His voice snaps like a whip.
“Yes, sir,” I answer instinctively, doing as I’m told.
“Good girl.”
A sharp stinging pain hits my bare ass with a loud smack.
Rough hands, my mind catalogues. I love rough hands.
“That’s for making me wait to taste you,” he tells me, before landing another solid blow to my other cheek. “That’s for playing with the shower-head before I got my mouth on your pussy.”
My body jerks in response, one foot lifting slightly off the floor. A soft cry leaves my lips.
Another hard spanking stuns me silent.
“That’s for moving when I told you not to.”
The playful guy with the twinkling eyes from the bar is gone and this man is dangerous. And hitting me much harder than I thought he would.
I love it so much my arousal is running down my thighs.
And then he’s on his knees behind me, kissing everywhere he spanked. Softly, slowly. Suctioning his lips to the burning flesh and soothing it while setting me on fire.
When his tongue slides up the seam of my ass I nearly pass out.
My knees buckle. He steadies me. “Oh baby. You moved. That’s another spanking.”
He spreads my ass with both hands and I feel it. A hotthick wet tongue against the only virgin hole I have. A strong solid finger enters my pussy.
No one has ever been inside my ass, not even with a finger. This man tongues it like a dessert.
I try not to panic but there are so many overwhelming sensations at once, I can’t think.
Thank God I showered earlier.
He’s eating me from behind, fingering my pussy and tonguing my most private place until I’m shaking so hard I can’t stand.
