Page 44 of Caged in Desire
His hand trails higher, and I feel the cool air on my ass as he lifts my skirt. He runs his hand up and down, squeezing slightly, massaging me.
Swat.
He chuckles darkly as I squeak, my body jerking involuntarily. “I told you that you didn’t know what you were asking for, but you insisted.”
The pain from his slap feels like a hundred needle pricks, each sending shocks of pleasure circuiting through my body. It’s like walking outside into freezing air, when your first breath is painfully cold but soon grows invigorating.
“Another,” I beg.
I expect him to take a moment, but he strikes me almost immediately. I can’t help the high-pitched moan I give in response. He must take that as a plea for more as he strikes me over and over, alternating sides and placement.
I feel like I’m floating in the clouds, more aroused than I’ve ever been before. I know if I widen my stance, I would feel the result of my arousal dripping down my legs.
“More, Henry…please!”I cry. Begging for what? I don’t know.
“Please, what? Tell me what you need from me.”
“I…I don’t know,” I say, rubbing my thighs together for some relief.
He lets go of my braid and uses that arm to wrap around my waist while the hand he’s been using to spank me explores again. Slowly, he runs his fingers from my ass, around my hip, to the front of my thigh. He’s barely reached the hem of my panties, but his touch causes my body to shiver.
“Do you need me to take care of that ache between your legs, Kitten?”
His fingers hover over the lace of my panties, tracing featherlight circles over my clit as he waits for my response.
“Mmm, yes.Please!”
He rips the dainty fabric from my body and slowly traces one finger up and down my pussy lips before spreading them open with his thumb.
“Oh God!” My body shakes as he makes soft circles around my clit, the sound of my wetness amplified in the quiet room. With his hand in front of me, I’m pushed back against him, and I can feel his covered erection rubbing against my bare ass. His hand from my waist reaches up and squeezes my breast, the pressure almost painful against my pebbled nipple.
“Mmm, you’resoakingmy fingers, and I’m not even inside you.”
The finger on my clit trails down to circle my entrance, and I’ve never felt so empty in my life. I’m about to beg him to put something,anything,inside me when his other arm comes behind me, rimming myotherhole.
“Don’t worry, little girl, I’m going to fill both of these up before long.”
It’s sensory overload. I feel like every nerve ending in my body converges on my core. I’m familiar with this buildup, but I’ve never been able to let it wash me away. He moves his hands back to their previous positions, but they’re rougher than before. He’s alternating between circling and pinching my clit while he does the same thing with my nipple.
I’m so close. I know I am. I’ve never gotten myself this far. I can feel my pussy fluttering as my body tenses up.
Henry leans over me, pulling me even closer to his body. “Let go, my kitten,” he whispers before latching onto my neck and…ohhh.
My body convulses underneath him as he bites or sucks or whatever he’s doing to my neck, and what feels like a lifetime of pressure explodes out from me in waves.
He holds me tight until my orgasm wanes completely, whispering words of praise in my ear as I lose myself in pleasure from his touch.
“That’s it, Katarina. That’s my good girl. You come so beautifully for me.My perfect, gorgeous girl.”
When the last wave ebbs, he pulls my skirt down and turns me around to set me on the desk. Pulling up a chair so that we are sitting eye to eye, he cups my face,
“How was that, Kitten? Are you okay?” The concern in his gaze melts my heart. He’s just given me my first orgasm, and he’s worried.
I smile as wide as I can, considering I’m still half in orgasm la-la land. “Wow…I want to do that again,” I say, pulling a legitimate laugh from my husband.
“Anytime, darling,” he says, kissing the tip of my nose. He pulls back just enough to look into my eyes, searching them before turning his attention to my lips and leaning into me. I canjustfeel his mouth against mine when the doorbell chimes through the house, startling us both.
Grabbing the back of my head, he gently pulls my forehead to his. “I’m guessing that’s your cousin?”
