Part 26 (1/2)
He moved his right hand lower so he could trace the outline of her necklace. ”Go.”
Once he released her, she started walking away from him.
When she was a few feet away, he said, ”Lara?”
She stopped and turned back to face him, her head tilted in question.
”Leave the dress on.”
With a brief smile, she said, ”I might have guessed you'd say that.”
Before joining her, he gave her time to get settled.
A few minutes later, after he'd turned off the lights and secured the locks, he walked into the master suite. Seeing her there, near his bed, hands behind her neck, with her hair in glorious disarray, made his blood pound.
Without being told, she remained in place, her breaths gentle. She was the image of submissive perfection and he vowed to do everything he could to care for her, to cherish her.
He sat on the bench and told her, ”Crawl over here.”
With a whispered, ”Yes, Sir,” she did.
”Over my knees.”
With the same grace that had first appealed to him, she draped herself over him.
He pulled up her dress and caressed her soft skin. ”You told me once that you had a spanking and you weren't impressed by it. I'm going to try to change your opinion.”
”I'm liking it already.”
His handprints from this afternoon had faded, but a couple of single tail bites still marred her skin. ”Do you feel this?” He pressed his thumb to one of them, and she jerked. Her movement was followed immediately by a sigh. ”Fair warning, Lara. I'm going to want to see marks all the time.”
He began to rub her more vigorously, bringing color into her a.s.s cheeks. ”Do you have any idea how much this sight of you over my knees turns me on?”
She shook her head.
”You will.” He teased her c.u.n.t with his fingers then began to cover her b.u.t.tocks and upper thighs with spanks, some light, others more robust. ”Count them for me.”
He rained them down fast, the blows coming one after another.
”One, Sir. Two...”
Relentlessly, he continued, increasing the frequency until she couldn't keep up and her words jumbled into an incoherent sentence and the word Sir sounded like a mantra.
He was aware of her grabbing hold of his ankle for support.
”You're made for this. For me,” he said. He landed some spanks on her p.u.s.s.y. When she skittered away, he lifted his knees to roll her back toward him.
”Oh, Sir!”
”One of my favorite words,” he informed her.
He tormented her p.u.s.s.y, brought her to o.r.g.a.s.m then drove her toward another.
Only when she was thras.h.i.+ng around, gasping for air to breathe, did he help her to sit up.
He pulled her against him and wrapped her up completely in his arms, not letting her go.
With a shuddering exhalation, she curled into his chest. He liked the way she turned to him. It was the stuff of his Dominant fantasies.
”I had no idea. When I fantasized about a spanking, that's what I'd hoped it would be like.”
”I'll give you anything you want, Lara. I'll try to make it as good for you as I can. But that kind of spanking is a reward.”
She put one hand on his chest and pushed herself back a little so she could look up at him. ”Yeah. I'd find ways to misbehave everyday if I had a guarantee that you'd punish me in that way.”
”Ask for it any time.”
”I might.”
He brushed her hair back. ”Doing okay?”
”I think my legs can hold me upright, if that's the question.”
He helped her to stand, and he added, ”I want you to go into the playroom and get a pair of wrist cuffs. They're in a drawer.” He wasn't more specific than that.
While she was gone, he stripped the comforter from the bed and placed it over a rail in the closet. Then he removed his clothes. When he returned, she was waiting, kneeling, cuffs on the floor in front of her. ”Well done. Now take off your dress.”
She stood and looked at him for a moment. ”Impressive, Sir.”
Her feminine approval made his c.o.c.k even harder.
”I've waited as long as I can. Naked, Lara. Now.”
She smiled in a saucy, teasing way and slowly reached for the hem. Still taking her sweet time, she pulled the dress up while wiggling.
”You're doing that on purpose.”
”Just following orders, Sir.”
As if he'd never been with a woman before, he watched without blinking. Moments later, she was wearing only a bra and she was dangling the dress from one hand.
”The bra, too.”
”Tell me we're going to have s.e.x,” she said.
”Oh, yeah.” He took the dress from her and tossed it over the bench. ”We're going to have s.e.x.”
In response, she unfastened the bra.
Her beautiful, dusky nipples were already erect, begging for attention.