“Part your legs for me.” One strong hand rested on each thigh, pushing them apart. A thrill of pure lust shot through me, almost causing my body to crumple with its strength. “Are you wet, cherie? Do you like being cropped?”
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at him. I wasn’t wet – I was a soaked, dripping mess, my signs of my arousal impossible to hide. All for him. All my lust, all my desire, every painful pinch of longing in my body was directed at him.
He saw it in my gaze. He growled and for an instant, everything went still. His fingers removed my gag and his lips ground into mine. For a frozen moment in time, there was just the feel of his mouth on mine, my breasts crushed by his chest, his hands around my neck.
I mewled helplessly when he pulled away. He shook his head with a wry grin. “You look at me with that expression again, Jenny and I’m not going to be responsible for the consequences,” he threatened.
I shot him a demure look, batting my eyelashes at him. “What expression, Sir?” I asked innocently.
He chuckled and that sound set another full-body shiver through me. His hand petted my mound and I stilled. He was so close to my clitoris. So very close. All he had to do was…
He did. One swipe of his fingers through my folds, one brief, too-short, fleeting graze over my clitoris, and even that small touch set me gasping in pleasure and aching for more.
“Hands on the table,” he ordered. I placed them behind me, leaning back slightly, my palms in contact with the warm wood and the silky cotton of his shirt.
“So very good,” he said. As reward, his fingers traced another path through my * and teased my clitoris once more. I bit my lip and threw back my head.
“What should I do with you now, I wonder?” he mused out loud before climbing on the table behind me. I felt his hands steady me as he positioned himself so my back was leaning against his chest and his thighs were on either side of mine. “Good, lean back into me.”
I bit back a sigh of pleasure as my bare skin came into contact with his chest, then gasped as he spanked my * firmly. The hot sting only seemed to inflame the fires of passion already blazing in me. Again, I thought silently, but I didn’t dare voice the sentiment. Alexander had teased me for what felt like hours. I wanted permission to climax.
“Do you want to come?” he growled into my ear, as if he could read my mind.
“Yes,” I almost sobbed out.
His lips kissed my neck with soothing warmth. “You can orgasm,” he said generously, “whenever you want. I want to feel your beautiful body wriggle against mine.” He followed his words with another stinging slap to my *.
I moaned as he proceeded to torment me with agonizing sweetness. Hot spanks alternated with soft touches of my lips, rough thrusts of his fingers contrasted with an almost delicate pressure against my clitoris. And everything brought me closer and closer to orgasm. My entire body clenched tight, and my thighs started to close, but he was having none of it. His ankles locked around mine, holding me open. “Don’t you dare,” he warned. “Embrace it.”
“Sir,” I sobbed. I didn’t know why I was begging or what I was pleading for. All I knew was that I was soaring, flying higher and higher, filled to the brim with pleasure. Small quivers were running through my entire body. My thighs alternately clenched and released, but locked in his grip, they couldn’t close shut. I was going to explode. Shatter into a million little pieces.
His fingers focused now on my clitoris, urging me closer to breaking point. My fingers dug into his thighs and my nails scratched his skin.
“I’m coming,” I hissed as I shattered in a thunderclap of sound and colour and obliterating sensation.
He held me close as I slowly recovered, moving me to his lap and putting his arms around me. I stayed there for a few minutes, the sweat cooling on my skin until I shivered. He kissed me. “Want to keep going, Jenny?” he asked. “Or do you want to stop? I can run a bath for you, if you’d like?”
A bath sounded amazing. But I also wanted to keep going. Besides, he hadn’t come. I could feel his hard throbbing erection against my thigh. I wanted him. In my *, in my mouth or my ass – wherever he wanted.
“What do you have in mind?” I asked.
He grinned. “Let me show you.” He lifted me aside and set me back down on his shirt. “Are you going to be okay by yourself for a few minutes?” he asked me. I nodded and he flashed me a warm smile. “Good. This is going to take just a little bit to set up.”
I watched as he attached a length of knotted rope about six feet long to two dangling hooks from the ceiling, forming a U-shaped swing. My suspicions about what he had planned were confirmed when he gestured to me. “Get over here, Jenny,” he said. “Give this a try.”