Page 41 of Bind Me, Sir

Eyes closed, I basked in the feel of having Natalie in my arms, on my lap, her soft curves pressed against me. My cock took note, and I exhaled heavily, hating yet loving what I needed to do.

“What you did wasn’t okay,” I said, resting my hand on her bare knee.

She nodded against my chest, sniffling.

“But it’s going to be okay.”

Natalie pulled back and peered up at me, her eyes near golden from the wetness coating them. “I’m so sorry, Jordan. Truly. I-I took that picture knowing you wouldn’t want me to, but I knew I would never get the chance to see you sleeping like that again. You were so beautiful, I had to—”

I pressed a fingertip to her lips to quiet her apology. We stared at one another in the silence as sexual energy slowly took over the discomfort of what had transpired.

Natalie let out a little sigh and untangled her body from mine. I allowed her space although my hands itched to take. To punish.

She dropped her towel, and before I could fill my eyes with her curves, she draped herself over my lap.

My cock sprang to full mast, and I groaned at the sight of her ass, pale and waiting. “Natalie...”

“Do it, Jordan. Punish me like you want me to—like I want you to.”

I soothed my palm up the back of her thigh and grasped one cheek, squeezing until she squeaked. My heart raced as I lay my other hand on the middle of her back.

“No safeword, this time,” I murmured, squeezing again.

She nodded, her long, wet hair brushing along the floor beside my feet.

I raised my hand and brought it down with enough force she jolted forward with a cry. Another swat landed on her other cheek, both handprints blooming to life before the third landed.

Natalie squirmed beneath my hand, crying. Sobbing.

I didn’t relent, didn’t offer her the type of easy out she’d always given her sister. Tough love was necessary—something she also had needed to learn.

I didn’t ease up until she sagged against me, mere sniffles and whimpers replacing her cries. Feeling as though she’d had enough to make a lasting impression, I rubbed her red skin with my fingertips, knowing even the slight contact had to sting.

I inhaled heavily for a sigh, and the sweet scent of her arousal filled my lungs, surprising me. Brow furrowing, I slid my hand between her thighs and found her wet.

My cock jerked in my trousers, and I let out a groan.

Natalie echoed me as I slid two fingers into her tight sheath.

“You’re soaked,” I murmured, rubbing deep inside her body.

She wiggled against me, but I pressed down against her back, holding her in place while fucking in and out of her with my fingers, wetness dripping off my knuckles.

“Fuck.” I plucked her off my lap and laid her on the bed, diving in head first to eat her out like a starving man, uncaring of my pristine suit, my tie, and starched shirt.

I licked up through her slit, coating my tongue with her cream, and she grabbed hold of my head, her soft thighs pressing against my ears.

“Jordan...” She breathed my name, and I latched onto her clit, nibbling and sucking until she bucked beneath me.

I pulled back suddenly, not yet ready to allow her punishment to end.

She stared at me with her pale brown eyes, blown wide by blacker than night pupils, her lips parted and chest heaving. Feet pulled up until her heels and thighs parted, she shivered and shook with need I had every intention of sating.

I took my time stripping. Prolonged her agony for as long as possible, my cock leaking and throbbing to feel her clench around me. Palming my length, I studied the puffed, wet petals between her thighs, the clenching hole leading to the dark heaven I wanted to worship.

Adrenaline coursed through me, and I fought off the need to plunder, take with a vengeance.

“Please,” she finally whispered, her hands clenching the bedspread beneath her.

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