I didn’t remember my military years fondly, but for the sake of satisfying Daniella’s hunger, I recaptured that military air of authority. Power, punishment, strict control . . . I needed this almost as badly as she did. The high that came from playing this role was like nothing else. And judging by the way she hustled onto the bed, eager to please, my performance was a good one.
Daniella grabbed her ankles and prostrated herself with her head down and ass raised high.
Jesus Christ. My cock immediately sprang to full attention. Since a delay would just make her squirm with more anticipation, I let myself pause to stare. Tight ass with a slick, flushed * pouting below. Mile-long legs, shapely from all the hours she spent on her feet as a nurse. Ripe, firm tits with pale, pierced nipples. Hair spread dark over the white pillow, gleaming copper where it caught the light. Pale, freckle-dusted skin, decorated with a few swirling tribal tattoos.
Well, it was about to be decorated with a hell of a lot more.
I rolled on the condom she’d set out on her nightstand and pulled out a coil of silk rope. I climbed onto the bed behind her to tie her wrists to her ankles; she liked to be bound as tight as possible. Then I got on my knees, letting my steel-hard cock rub her wet *, teasing her mercilessly. She whimpered and tried to rock back into me.
I’d been waiting for her to do something like that. “Bad girl,” I barked. “I decide when you get fucked.” I spanked her firmly, open-palmed.
She yelped, only to choke when I spanked her again, again, and again, raising fiery streaks of crimson across her ass. I stopped when she sobbed for breath, knowing she was overwhelmed with that mysterious feeling she craved, neither pain nor pleasure but something more. Something she couldn’t get anywhere else. Something I alone gave her.
I grabbed her hips, digging my fingers in, and thrust forward, filling her inch by glorious inch. A moan of animal greed clawed up from deep in Daniella’s chest. I pulled back all the way and pounded in again, setting a punishing pace. My hips smacked audibly against her flaming ass. She cried out again when I bent forward over her arched back and sank my teeth into her nape, marking her every way I could.
She thrashed to ride me, pushing back on my cock with what little leverage she had. Soon her guttural cries took on a familiar note of desperation. Panting with effort and pleasure, still biting the back of her neck, I let go of one hip to rub her clit. She almost screamed, and her * gripped hard, milking me. I groaned at the sensation; she must have been teetering on the edge since we started.
I fucked Daniella through her orgasm until she trembled with overstimulation. But I didn’t stop there. I couldn’t—my own release was coming hard and fast.
I kept moving my fingers as she squirmed, torn between jerking away from my touch and pressing closer. The heat in my belly built higher with every thrust. Just as it broke, her toes curled and she cried out weakly, coming again.
Fuck. My cock throbbed hard, and I growled out a curse. Damn, that was good.
Still buried deep inside her, I unbuckled the wet ball gag and let it drop from Daniella’s mouth. She gave a breathy, satisfied noise, working her tired jaw as I pulled out and sat back on my heels to untie her slim ankles.
She rolled over onto her side, hugging her knees to her chest, her eyes still closed and expression relaxed. Once I’d pulled off the condom and threw it away, I grabbed the cashmere throw from the back of her desk chair and covered her with it. She lay there quietly, her breathing evening out while I sat beside her.
Lifting one side of the blanket, I inspected my work. Her right ass cheek was red and warm to the touch. That would fade in a few hours, but damn, sitting wouldn’t be comfortable tonight. This was the part I didn’t care for. Guilt mixed with bitter uncertainty over what I’d done, making me wonder if I’d taken it too far.
“Roll over. Onto your stomach,” I told her. Too stern. I swallowed and worked on letting go of the dominance still coursing through my veins.
“I’m fine, Nolan. I promise.” Even as she protested, Daniella obeyed.
I took a bottle of soothing oatmeal lotion from her nightstand. “I know.” Pushing aside my own guilt, I uncovered her and rubbed the lotion over the welts, taking my time to cover every inch of her bright pink ass, touching her gently so as not to cause her more discomfort.
She let out a contented sigh. “That was . . .”
“You have a good time?” I asked, only a trace of a smirk on my lips.
She turned her head on the pillow, one hazel eye crinkled in amusement. “Are you fishing for compliments?” Once our scene was over, it was crazy how quickly we fell back into casual friend territory.
“Hey, a man wants to know he’s done his job.”
Although I already knew damn well I had. She still hadn’t budged from her spot, which meant I must have worn her out. Or she was savoring her journey out of subspace. I capped the lotion and pulled the blanket back over her, my work done.