Page 59 of Salvage Him
I gripped the back ofherneck.
Sheyelped.
"What's your safe word, Brooklyn?" I asked in a firmDomtone.
"Biscuit."
Iblinked.
"You say biscuit, and I stop." I stepped in front of her. "Youunderstand?"
"Yes."
"Brooklyn," I whispered, giving her one opportunity to tell me to stop. I wanted her to tell me this wasn't what she cameherfor.
She bit her lip and gave me a little smile; her eyes pleaded with me tocontinue.
"Lie on the bench." She hesitated for a moment butcomplied.
She gripped the front of the bench, pressed her fingers into the leather, and slid her hands down the length. She situated her bodyoverit.
Her legs spread. She stood with her feet flat on the floor outside the legs of the bench. Her hands came to theotheredge.
I squatted down and took one of her hands andkissedit.
Her head turned, and she glared at me. Her face softened a second later. It wasn't a passionate kiss; it was to reassure her that Ihadher.
I did the same before securing theotherone.
She pulled back on the restraints and lowered her cheek to thebench.
I walked around her a few times. I stopped behind her. I could spank her over her skirt, but it wouldn't have the same effect. She needed flesh on flesh. Besides, I wasn't sure how long it had been since she had been spanked properly,ifever.
I flipped up her skirt in one swiftmotion.
Her throathitched.
I couldn't help it; I took a moment and stared, appreciated the beautiful specimen of a woman bent over and ready for me. My cock strained against my jeans. This scene was going topushme.
I preached how much satisfaction I garnered from separating the Dom/sub relationship from a purely sexual encounter. Like I was more powerful than all the Doms I knew because they indulged in control of a sexual nature to get off themselves. I was more evolved, more in control, more self-aware.
I am fucking fullofshit.
I ran my hand over Brooklyn'sbareass.
She whimpered from the contact. She wore a thong; no other barrier between what she needed and what I couldgiveher.
I placed my other hand under her t-shirt over the small of her back andpresseddown.
Shesighed.
I pulled my hand back, and it came down on her beautiful ass with awhack.
Time stood still until the most amazing moan came fromherlips.
I stifled my own as I spanked her again, this time on the other cheek. I'd never done a scene with a woman with her skin tone. I was curious as to how the skin would appear. I spanked her a few more times in quicksuccession.
Pride consumed me as her sexy moans continued, and a pinkish tinge appeared on her ass. I gave her a few more smacks, careful not to hit the same spotagain.
