Page 36 of Break Me
Other than glancing toward the kitchen door, she didn’t move. Seconds later the tempting vixen spread her legs open, arching her back.
Her pretty pink pussy lips were fully exposed and it was almost impossible to take my eyes off the glisten on her thighs.
But I did.
I took my time folding the belt, even smiling from the excitement. It had been a long time since I’d enjoying controlling a woman and her needs. Including discipline. She was special. She was exactly what I’d been craving, but had determined I would be unable to find.
When I rubbed the belt down her spine, she shuddered audibly. The moment was electric.
I rolled the edge between her legs, savoring every sound she made. But my hunger was getting to the uncontrollable point. I’d need to fuck her soon or face more agony.
As soon as I cracked the belt across her bottom, she tossed her head back. Now she was staring out the window toward the Vegas strip, and I could tell she was trying to convince herself this wasn’t a good idea.
The naughty side of her was winning.
I brought the belt down twice more, waiting as her entire body tensed, her breathing becoming labored.
Yet she didn’t try to stop me.
With a hard snap of my wrist that forced a tiny moan from her voluptuous lips, I gave her four more. Now my breathing was ragged as a rush of adrenaline kicked in.
I rubbed the tips of my fingers from one side of her buttocks to the other. Her skin was hot to the touch. With another crack of the belt, she pushed up from the piano, holding herself aloft as if accepting the harsh punishment.
My patience was wearing thin. I brought the strap across her upper thighs and almost instantly my nostrils were filled with another burst of her raging desire.
After taking a deep breath, I slipped my huge hand between her legs, cupping her mound. Dear fucking God, she was wet. Instantly my fingers were slickened. Just rubbing my hand up and down a few times had my palm soaking wet. And the scent was divine, musky yet sweet.
I couldn’t wait to drive my tongue deep into her tight channel.
“You can stop now,” she whispered.
“Have you learned your lesson?” I rolled my finger around her clit several times before pinching the tender tissue.
She moaned in response, closing her eyes instantly. “I’ll never go into a burning building to save you again.”
“Good to know, but I don’t believe you.” As soon as I pulled my hand free, she jutted her hips backward. “And I’ll decide when your spanking is finished.” This time when I smacked the strap against her skin, she kicked up one leg, growling at me as if that would be encouragement to stop.
It wasn’t.
I delivered three more just for good measure, mostly because my body was primed with tension. Her gasps were music to my ears. Caressing her skin brought another wave of heat tickling my senses. After I turned her around, she pressed her hands against my chest. Just the way she kneaded my skin was exciting.
She had a way of making me feel more alive than I’d experienced in one hell of a long time.
I lifted her onto the top of the piano, gently lifting her legs.
Her lips were pursed.
Her breathing skipping beats.
And she remained glassy eyed, which I found particularly hot.
As I bent her knees, opening her legs and easing them to the piano’s surface, she laid down. Just watching how she carefully stretched her arms out was delightful. She carefully avoided the champagne, laughing softly to herself as if at some private joke.
I yanked the piano bench closer, sitting down quickly. I was finished with waiting, my hunger off the charts.
So I didn’t hesitate, lowering my head and immediately pressing my lips against her wetness.
“Oh, fuck me.” She jerked up by a few inches, her entire body stiffening.
