He didn’t wait for an answer. He got up and smacked her ass again before his fingers delved between her legs. It was startling, enticing. She was suddenly thankful for the ropes or she might have fallen off the bench. Her pussy wasn’t just wet. It was primed and ready for anything. One little touch made her quiver, want more.
“You’re wet, baby.” One hand was between her legs, his fingers sliding along her pussy while the other smacked her ass just where her thighs met her butt. Avery squirmed because the dual sensations were bringing her out of that peaceful, almost floaty place. It was bringing her to a place where she wanted so much more. “This pussy is so fucking wet. This pussy is just begging me.”
Another slap and she felt a finger slip inside. It wasn’t what she really wanted. She wanted his cock, but she would take what she could get. Oh, she wanted to ride that finger, but he’d tied her down and the way the bench slanted made it hard for her to move her hips.
Smack. His thick finger sat just inside her vaginal walls, tempting her, teasing her. “Oh, does my bratty little sub not like her restraints anymore? Tell me what you want to do right now. I see the way you’re wiggling.” Smack.
She kind of wanted to smack him because he was making her crazy. Now every nerve in her body was focused on that finger sitting inside her pussy when it should be moving.
Smack. Smack. Two hard ones that made her squeal. “Tell me. What would you do if you weren’t restrained? If you don’t tell me, I’ll stop what I’m doing to your pussy.”
She thought about very politely telling him she would likely attempt to bring herself to a nice orgasm by using his finger as a sexual aid. And that would so get her in trouble. Lee liked it when she talked dirty, and somehow when she was with him even the dirtiest things seemed like caring. “I would fuck your finger, Sir. I want to so badly. Please, I need more.”
Another smack, this one softer. “That’s my girl.” His voice was pure dark chocolate and filled with approval. And his finger slipped inside deeper. “Good girls get fucked, baby. Girls who are brave enough to say what they want get it.”
He kept up the smacks, but all of her focus was on her pussy as a second finger joined the first. It still wasn’t enough. It didn’t come close to how thick and hard his cock was, but she would take it. She wiggled as much as she could, trying to bring him in further. His thumb slipped down and started making long, slow, tortuously good circles around her clit. The pain and pleasure morphed into one gloriously full symphony. It didn’t take long before every cell in her body was straining toward orgasm. All that mattered was getting there.
“Thirty,” Lee said, his voice deep. “Your punishment is over, but don’t think for a second I’m done with you yet.”
But it seemed he was done. His fingers came out of her pussy. She heard her own low moan at the loss. She’d been so, so close. This really was punishment of the worst kind.
Lee knelt down and started to work her loose. His hands worked quickly, nearly tearing at her bindings. “Don’t get upset, Avery. I told you I’m not done. I just won’t do it here. One day we can fuck all you like in public, but I’m not comfortable with it yet. I want you all to myself.”
Her backside was sore as he pulled her off the bench, but she let her arms drift up, clinging to him. She cuddled against him. She didn’t care if her bottom was sore because her pussy wouldn’t be empty for long.
And her heart was completely full.
Chapter Fourteen
Liam gently kicked open the door to the privacy room he’d set up earlier today. He’d had plenty of time to prepare since she’d canceled their lunch date. He could admit he’d thought a lot about punishing her for that. The good news was she’d given him another reason to spank that gorgeous ass of hers.
And she’d responded more beautifully than he could have imagined. Her pussy had been soaking wet. A single slip of his thumb over her clit and she would have gone off like a rocket. He’d been tempted to do it just to see how hard he could make her come in front of an audience.
But he was a greedy bastard, and he wanted her all to himself. It had been a little fun to show her off, but he wanted her alone so those little sounds she made would be all his.
The room contained a king-sized bed, a dresser, and a nightstand. He’d stocked the room himself, making sure he had everything they would need. The bed had a nice firm mattress and several hooks to tie a sub to. The whole room was built for bondage play. Under the bed was stashed a spreader bar that would go between her ankles and keep her exposed for his pleasure. He could keep her here all night and then maybe he wouldn’t have to worry about her walking back into the lion’s den tomorrow.
“Get on your knees, baby.” He had plans for her mouth. He slammed the door shut behind him. His cock pulsed in his leathers. She’d been so perfect once she’d made the decision to submit. He’d watched her go from timid to a woman who practically demanded her satisfaction and who didn’t care who watched or what they thought.