Page 17 of Size Doesn't Matter

She would feel pain at his hands, and soon, but it would be controlled, dished out bit by bit as he edged her closer and closer to his end goal.

Sophie screaming his name in pleasure.

As soon as he buckled the belt in place, he ran his finger under the leather and made sure she had some wiggle room. He didn’t want to leave any permanent marks on her body, and seeing as this was their first time together, he didn’t want to frighten her. His belt around her wrists was more of a gesture than an actual restraint.

He nodded towards the bed. “Lie on your back.”

“Yes, sir,” Sophie said, the words falling from her pretty mouth with such ease it made Jack’s balls tighten and his cock twitch.

Fuck. He had to take this slow or he’d blow his load before he had the chance to blow her mind.

His playmate crawled onto the bed, the swaying of her hips and arse exaggerated by the fact that she was forced to navigate the soft bedding with her wrists bound. Jack couldn’t wait to sink his teeth into that spectacular arse. He’d always been a sucker for a woman with curves. He loved to see large soft breasts and a rounded tummy, and a set of shapely hips swaying from side to side as a woman walked away from him was one of his all-time favourite things to watch.

But a nice arse?

A nice, soft, spankable arse that jiggled and rippled when his hand smacked hard against it was the sexiest thing in the world. That, and seeing his handprint marked in red against her alabaster skin.

He sucked his bottom lip between his teeth but bit down too late to stifle his appreciative groan.

Sophie turned her head and glanced over her shoulder at him, her dark eyes bright with mischief, her luscious lips curled in a sexy smile, but when she turned over and lay down on her back as he’d instructed, her smile softened, and she shuttered her gaze. Looked away from him, almost shy. Bashful.

Her submissiveness was subtle but so very alluring, and Jack had to hold himself back. Had to stop himself from going to her—running to her—and taking her without any further ado. But if he did that, if he acted that impulsively, he would hurt her. And he’d promised both of them he wouldn’t do that.

He would be gentle.

Well, as gentle as a man who wanted nothing more than to tie up a gorgeous woman, spank her perfect arse until it shone with a beautiful red glow, then fuck her into oblivion could be.

“Jack,” Sophie whispered, the sound of her sweet yet sultry voice loud in the quiet of the bedroom, stirring him from his thoughts. “Sir.”

She held her hands in front of her, her arms bent, her bound wrists pressed against her breasts, blocking them from view, and suddenly he was very aware of her nakedness.

More accurately, he was very aware that he wasnotnaked, and that his not-nakedness was preventing him from enjoying Sophie to the fullest.

Dropping his hands to the button at his waist, he made quick work of it and the zipper, shucking his pants while toeing off his shoes and socks.

A moan from the bed made him lift his head.

Sophie was staring at him, wide-eyed, her pretty pink tongue slipping along her bottom lip before a row of perfect teeth sank into the lush little pillow, turning it a deep red.

He knew that look.

Hunger.

Hunger forhim.

The feeling was mutual as he stalked to the foot of the bed, then crawled onto it. He stared deep into her sultry eyes as he slowly covered her body with his.

Grabbing the belt, he used it to force her hands over her head, then held them there, pinned to the pillow beneath her. His grip was tight, and she let out another little moan as she wriggled against him. “I want to hurt you, Sophie,” he whispered against the shell of her ear. “I want to spank you so hard you’ll feel it for days. I want to leave my marks on your body so every time you see them you remember this night. And I want to fuck you so goddamn hard you won’t be able to walk straight tomorrow.” He paused to nuzzle against her neck, to breathe in her delicious scent. He loosened his grip on her wrists. “But I won’t. Not yet. Not tonight.”

He felt a rush of satisfaction when she made a sound of displeasure, then pulled back so he could enjoy watching her emotions play out on her face.

She didn’t disappoint and narrowed her eyes at him. “I can understand not wanting to bruise me, but I won’t lie,” she said, cocking one perfectly sculpted brow. “I was kinda looking forward to not walking straight tomorrow.”

Jack’s laughter burst out of him, Sophie’s sass catching him off-guard again, her quick and sudden grin testing his resolve to go easy on her.

“I like your laugh,” she said, smiling up at him, her cheekiness replaced with a look of genuine approval that warmed him more than the tropical summer heat. “It’s so open and free.”

“Another thing I’m not often accused of,” he replied, his laugh simmering to a chuckle.

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