Page 21 of Never Say Never

“What are they?” He touched the toothbrush to my clit for a second or two then withdrew it.

“Damn, I don’t know. I can’t think straight when you’re doing that.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No.”

“Then take a guess,” he said.

“I really don’t know. Please.”

“Do you give up?”

“No,” I said. “But I don’t know. Maybe. Um, oh god, those clips we have holding up the curtain in the utility room?”

“Well done,” he said, moving the toothbrush onto my clit. “They’re clothespins. So wrong but well done. Because I really, really want to spank you. I want to bend you over the coffee table and spank you till you’re pink.”

His words edged me closer as the toothbrush trembled on my clit, vibrating hard where I was engorged and receptive. Its touch was better than my vibrator, more of a fast rocking than a wasp-like buzz. Behind the darkness of my mask, I thought of being powerless beneath Aidan, his hand landing on my bared ass. My orgasm tightened, rose and spilled over. The spasms clutched and I whimpered until I was wrung out, weak from coming.

Aidan didn’t let up. Even though I was as floppy as a rag doll, he guided me toward the coffee table, half-lifting me, half-guiding me, until I was laid awkwardly over its surface, my head hanging, my arms still tethered. The scourer fell from between my thighs. Aidan shoved my skirt higher, exposing my buttocks.

“Guess,” he said.

A sharp tap cracked onto my ass with the sound of a dull pop. It wasn’t his hand. He hit me over and over, the impact of every blow accumulating, making my flesh hotter and more tender. He spanked one buttock then the other, then went back to his first target.

“Wooden spoon,” I gasped.

“Yes,” he hissed. He hit me harder and faster but it was impossible to say whether this was a reward, a punishment or simply him getting into his stride. But the reason didn’t matter because I was getting into it too. Who cares about motivation when you’re both flying high?

When my ass was quivering and flushed with heat, Aidan cast the spoon aside.

“Guess,” he said, jerking my hips toward him.

I heard him unzip and felt him nudge at my entrance. “You,” I said. “Your cock, your cock.”

He plunged into me, strong and straight, his hands gripping my blushing ass. “That’s right,” he said, thrusting in and out. “My cock, my cock.”

He fucked me as I lay over the table, unable to touch him, unable to see. My ass was on fire and I felt stuffed full of him, all my sensory awareness centered on his driving cock and the ripples of pleasure radiating out from my core to my tenderized butt. He fretted my clit and I came again. Minutes later so did he, fingers digging into my bruised cheeks as he hollered his bliss.

When he withdrew from me he said, “Guess.”

I laughed softly. “Your come.”

He untied me, helping me off the table before removing my blindfold. I blinked hard. The room seemed so bright, so packed with furniture, pictures and strewn magazines. We sat against the sofa for a while, catching our breath. Then I picked up the blindfold from the floor, stretched the elastic over Aidan’s head and secured the fabric over his eyes.

He gave a tentative laugh.

“Guess,” I said.

CHAPTER SIX

TIED AND TEASED —

BEGINNING BONDAGE

A dame that knows the ropes isn’t likely to get tied up.

—MAE WEST

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