I stare at her, wanting to take in every amazing detail of her face. “I wish there was some way for me to properly convey to you what it feels like, for the first time in my life, to be exactly where I’m supposed to be, with the person I’m meant to be with.”
“That part I get, because I feel the same way.” Her hand, which has been flat upon my chest, begins to slide down, leaving a trail of fire behind.
Though I don’t want to stop her, I place my hand on top of hers. “Are you trying to seduce me so I’ll forget about your punishment?”
The look she gives me is pure sexy innocence. “I would never do that.”
“Yes,” I say, laughing, “you would.” I sit up against a stack of pillows and pat my lap. “Come to me, my love. Assume the position.” I absolutely fucking love the way her face flushes and her lips part when she realizes my intentions. “Now.”
Moving hesitantly, she crawls to me—which is fucking sexy as hell—and drapes her body over my lap, presenting that delectable ass to do with whatever I like. And there are so many things I’d like to do… I cup her supple cheeks, squeezing and shaping them. “How many do you think you deserve tonight?”
“None?”
I spank her right cheek, and she gasps from the surprise as much as the impact. “Try again.”
“That counts as one.”
“Are you topping from the bottom again, my love? Do I need to remind you who’s in charge here?” She is. We both know it, but what fun is it if I don’t try to pull rank on her once in a while?
“N-no.”
That little stutter makes me harder than I already am. “So what’s a good number for coming without permission at the club?”
“Five?”
“Nowhere near enough.”
“Seven.”
“Getting closer. I think twelve would do it. A nice even dozen.”
She moans, but the way her back arches in anticipation tells the true story. She loves this as much as I do.
I start off easy, giving her three quick spanks intended to get her attention, in case I didn’t already have it. After the third one, I switch on the vibration in the plug, and she nearly levitates off my lap. Her entire body flushes with heat that nearly sends me over the edge I’ve been clinging to since I first saw her in this sexy getup. I run a finger under one of the garters and then down between her cheeks, where I discover she’s as wet as she was at the club.
Her hands are gripping the down comforter, her head is lowered, and her rapid breathing mesmerizes me. I love knowing I can do this to her, that I can take her to this place of sharp, intense arousal. Making her count off each stroke of my hand against her bottom, I continue with the “punishment” that has us both so hot and bothered I worry that I won’t get through it without embarrassing myself.
She wrecks the control that has been a source of endless pride to me as a Dom. But no other woman has been like this woman.
After the twelfth spank, I stroke and caress her red bottom, making sure the pain becomes pleasure, until she is practically purring in my arms. I grasp the base of the plug and gently begin to withdraw it.
Her head comes up, and her entire body goes tense.
I press it back into place, drawing a low, keening moan from her. I repeat that same move, over and over again, until she’s a quivering mess of sensation. “Nat… I want to fuck you here so bad. You have to tell me you want it, too.”
“I do,” she says without hesitation. “I want you. I want everything with you.”
“Turn over, sweetheart.” I need to see her face and her eyes, to ensure she’s doing this because she wants to and not just for me.
I help her to turn until I’m holding her in my arms, looking down at her face. “Tell me again.”
“I want you, Flynn. Every way I can have you.” She never blinks or hesitates or shows an ounce of fear.
“Are you sure?”
“Very sure.”
My heart gallops in my chest. “I’ll make it so good for you, baby.”
“I know you will.”
Her trust in me is the most powerful aphrodisiac I’ve ever experienced. Nothing has ever been a greater turn-on than knowing this woman, who has every reason to trust no one, trusts me with her life, her pleasure, her happiness, her well-being. I kiss her softly and sweetly, all the while denying my baser urges to take, take, take what she is giving me so freely.
But we’re going to work up to it, one step at a time. Step one is kissing—deep, erotic kissing that goes on for what seems like hours. I cup her breast and pinch her nipple between my fingers, planning to draw this out for hours if necessary to ensure it’s good for both of us. I want her to love it so much she wants to do it again and again.
Eventually, I move us so she’s on her back and I’m above her.
She looks up at me with those big eyes, the color different now from when I first met her, but no less compelling than it was then. I see her every emotion reflected in those eyes that look at me with love and trust and desire. I want to always be worthy of all that she has given me.
I kiss her neck and work my way down to her breasts, feasting on each nipple until they’re tight red nubs. Each rib gets my attention, and her belly quivers as I run my lips over the soft skin there.
“Flynn…”
“What, honey?”