Looking Inside

by BETH KERY

  But then she straightened and spun several feet away from the windows, sliding the fans across her naked body. He froze, utterly enthralled by her. She faced him, her hair tousled around her shoulders. He sensed her excitement, saw the color in her cheeks and her small, daring smile.

  He gripped at his cock through his jeans and grimaced. She knew she had him exactly where she wanted him.

  It’s okay, Eleanor. Have your fun. Because I’m going to have you precisely where I want you in just a few minutes.

  With one leg in front of her, knee cocked, she began to manipulate both fans across the front of her body, stroking herself. He suspected she liked the way the soft feathers felt against her flushed, tingling skin. She was such an innate sensualist.

  Such a born tease.

  She began to shift the fans lower on her body with each hypnotic pass, until he stared fixedly at the tops of her beautiful bare breasts while she feathers slipped and glided across her naked skin, mocking him. He swallowed thickly. Could he see her nipples, or couldn’t he?

  Damn it all to hell, show them to me now, Eleanor.

  —

  She experienced his rising tension as if it were her own, sensed his arousal coiling tight. He was straining at the bit, and she loved it.

  She also loved the feeling of the feathers tickling her belly, her hard, sensitive nipples and her tingling labia. In the window’s reflection, her flushed face looked extremely well pleased. She was having fun teasing him, but her seduction was far from one-sided. Unable to take it anymore, she slid the fan beneath her breasts, exposing them to him. She began to gyrate to the music, manipulating the fans across her body, still obscuring her sex from him, but letting him catch glimpses of her bare breasts and grinding hips and naked, swiveling belly. She watched him the whole time, enthralled by his rigid features and his hand moving faster and more strenuously at his crotch. His stare on her might as well have been lightning, the way it electrified her flesh.

  She closed her eyes, growing increasingly blatant and drunk with her power. The dance took control.

  She spun and teased him with her backside again, this time giving him glimpses of her bare ass as she gyrated to the music. Her heart pounded out an excited warning in her ears, and her sex ached unbearably.

  She finally bent over and removed the fan entirely from her ass, sliding the feathers up and down the backs of her thighs in a wicked counter rhythm. All the while, she gyrated and popped her butt in a brazen invitation to trouble. She lost herself to a pulsing trance.

  Suddenly hands were on her wrists, halting her movements. She gasped in shock, her head jerking back and her hair swinging onto her back.

  “Trey,” she cried out when she saw him towering over her bent form. How much time had gone by? The reality of him standing there hit her like a slap to the face. His blue eyes gleamed with arousal. His face looked rigid. “I . . . I didn’t hear you come in.” She tried to stand up, but he pressed her wrists to the small of her back, keeping her in place in her bent-over position.

  “That’s because you were having too much fun, isn’t it?” he asked between tight lips, his even tone of voice not matching the tension in his body and feral stare down at her. “No. You were caught up in your little game. You were loving having me at your mercy.” Holding her wrists in place with one hand, he took one of the fans from her. Suddenly, she felt the silky feathers gliding between her thighs and brushing her damp sex. Her clit throbbed in arousal. She moaned and trembled as he manipulated the fan over her pussy, his actions much bolder than hers had been during the dance. She bit her lip. “You know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a person enjoying torturing another human being so much. Now it’s payback time, Eleanor.”

  He withdrew the fan from between her thighs, and then grabbed the other one she held. She heard the fan handles thump on the carpet when he dropped them. He reached into a back pocket. She blew her long hair out of her face, desperate to see what he was doing. Her eyes widened when she saw he’d removed black padded handcuffs from his pocket.

  “I’m going to bind your hands behind your back and spank you. You know what’s going to happen after that.”

  Her gaze zoomed to his crotch. From this angle, his arousal was blatant and daunting.

  His brows furrowed. He stepped toward her and pushed back her hair from her face. “Don’t look like that, Eleanor,” he said, and she was surprised to hear how gentle he sounded. She tilted her head, fully meeting his stare. Her breath caught in her throat. The things he was saying and doing made her both thrilled and anxious at once. But when she looked into his blazing eyes, she was reassured. “I’m not going to cause you any serious harm. I’ll just make your ass burn. I’ll make all of you burn, just like you’ve been doing to me,” he said, his mouth going hard. “Do you not want to do this?”

  “I want to,” she managed shakily. “It’s just . . . I’ve never done it before.”

  He nodded in understanding. “Then I’ll tell you what I’m going to do. I’m going to put the handcuffs on you and then I’m going to touch you any way that I please. I’m going to spank your ass, because you’ve earned it, but I’m going to make you feel good too. I told you that you’d have to accept the consequences, didn’t I?”

  She felt heat rush into her cheeks at the memory of her dance, of how shameless she’d been, how she’d lost herself to the intoxication of it. Her sex tingled and her nipples pinched in anxious anticipation.

  “Eleanor?”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  He stepped toward her. She stared at the carpet blindly from her bent-over position as he restrained her wrists at the small of her back. Once she was bound, she found it difficult to exhale normally, she was so tight with nervous anticipation. Would it hurt? She hated even getting a shot at the doctor’s office. She shuddered. Then he stepped closer, pressing his crotch against her hip. Air ripped out of her lungs at the feeling of his heavy erection.

  “Shhh, baby,” he soothed, and then his hands were on her, one sliding up her spine, the other caressing her waist. “You have quite the imagination, don’t you?” Through the buzz in her brain, she wondered how he’d guessed her anxious thoughts. “It’s not going to be scary,” she heard him say, and she took a shaky breath at the warmth in his deep voice. “Look,” he said, and one large hand cupped one of her ass cheeks. He let go and popped her ass matter-of-factly with his palm. She started and squeaked.

  “That wasn’t that bad, was it?”

  “Uh . . .” It took her a few seconds to decide what it was, her mind and body were so revved up. Her ass prickled where he’d spanked her. But now his warm hand was there, circling over the tingling flesh, and that was delicious. “No,” she breathed out. “Not bad.”

  He placed one hand on her far hip and pushed his cock against her, his other hand caressing her bottom the whole time. He groaned. “God, you feel good. Do you have any idea what you were doing to me in that window, Eleanor?”

  “I was trying to turn you on,” she said, exasperated.

  He smacked her ass again, one cheek and then the other in quick succession.

  “You succeeded,” he said tersely. “In spades. Here.” He paused, and she felt his hand move down the crack of her ass. He tapped gently on her inner thigh. “Spread your thighs some. Bend your knees a little. That’s right.” He placed a hand on her left shoulder. “Stay in this position while I spank you. It’ll help steady you. Do you understand?”

  “Yes,” she said shakily.

  “I’m going to give you fifteen strokes,” he said, rubbing her ass. “You deserve more.”

  “I . . . I do?”

  He ground his cock against her hip and groaned gutturally. “You deserve to have a sore ass for a week for that dance. It was fucking amazing.”

  “So you’re going to punish me for it?” she asked incredulously.

  “Oh
, yeah.”

  She didn’t have time to respond to his gruff, absolute reply, because he firmed his hold on her shoulder and swatted her ass hard enough to make air pop out of her lungs.

  “Ouch,” she blurted out. His hand rubbed the burning flesh. She shuddered in excitement at the sensation of him soothing the firing nerves.

  “I told you it was a punishment, not playtime. Try to stay still and not jump,” he said, and she heard the hint of humor in his tone. He lifted his hand and she tensed. He spanked her on her other buttock, the sound of flesh striking flesh ringing in her ears. She managed not to jump this time, but her body lurched forward slightly. He firmed her with his hand on her shoulder. Again, he paused and rubbed the stinging flesh. “You’re going to color up nicely,” she heard him say thickly, and she knew he was watching himself as he stroked her. “God, you’re gorgeous. This ass is made to be spanked. It’s made to be spanked for teasing me so ruthlessly,” he finished in a hard tone. He lifted his hand and spanked both cheeks again. She felt his cock jump against her hip and groaned. The burn from her ass seemed to travel all the way to her sex.

  “Are you okay?” he asked her, now rubbing her flaming bottom again.

  She winced. She needed pressure on her sex. Badly. Her knees bent slightly inward, making her dip in the air.

  “What’s wrong?” he demanded.

  “I have to close my thighs,” she managed through gritted teeth.

  “Why?”

  “Because I ache,” she bit out in frustration.

  He made a sound like an angry hiss. He ground his erection against her firmly and spanked her three more times. “Stand up straight, Eleanor. Just bend your knees a little, like I told you,” he rasped. She did what he’d instructed, grimacing. Her sex throbbed so badly. He rubbed her ass more lewdly this time, squeezing the flesh in his palms. “Keep your legs just where they are. You’ll get relief when it’s due.” She moaned miserably. “You like this, don’t you?” he asked, and she heard the edge of triumph in his voice.

  “About as much as you like watching me dance,” she muttered.

  He let out a bark of dark laughter at that, and knew he’d understood her agonized pleasure perfectly. Holding her close against his body, he spanked her twice more. “Then you must like it a hell of a lot,” she heard him mutter. “Your ass is turning nice and hot,” he said, rubbing her lasciviously. “Does it hurt?”

  “It burns,” she admitted through a tight throat.

  He moved away slightly. She tried to look around, missing his heat . . . the mind-blowing feeling of his cock pulsing into her flesh. But he was back as quickly as he’d moved away. This time, when he pressed himself to her, he did so against the side of her ass. He used his hand to bunch her buttocks together, pushing them against the bulge in his jeans.

  “Jesus,” she heard him say under his breath. Then she felt the feathers gliding across her ass, amplifying the tingle in the nerves.

  “Ohhh,” she cried out. It felt so good on her prickling skin, so decadently dirty.

  “You like that?”

  She just nodded strenuously, a squeaky sound leaving her throat. He stroked her ass and inner thighs with the feather, the sensation making her clit simmer. She ground her teeth together and made a sound of distilled frustration.

  “Now you know what it’s like, Eleanor,” she heard him say through the roar in her ears. He brushed the feather between her thighs directly onto her sex. Every nerve in her body seemed to spark, but he withheld ignition. She clamped her eyelids shut and quaked.

  “Touch me,” she begged. “Oh God, please.”

  Suddenly, one big, warm hand cupped one of her suspended breasts. His fingers pinched her nipple. She gasped, a shudder rippling through her. It hadn’t been the touch she expected. His cock swelled against her ass.

  “Your nipple is as hard as a rock,” he seethed.

  She groaned. “I can’t take this anymore.”

  “You can,” she heard him say. There was a thumping noise, and she realized dazedly it was the handle of the fan hitting the floor. He’d tossed it aside. He firmed his hold on her shoulder. “You will,” he said. He spanked the bottom curve of both her buttocks firmly, popping the flesh. “By my count, you have four more strokes to go.” He squeezed one ass cheek, molding it against his palm. His fingers trailed down toward her sex. “You’ve turned nice and pink, baby. Your ass is hot.” She groaned in helpless arousal. His engorged cock pressing against the side of her hip and ass burned her consciousness. “Ask me to give you the last four strokes.”

  “Huh?” she asked, her brain hazed by thick lust.

  He squeezed her ass cheek harder. “Ask for the last four strokes.”

  “I . . . Give me four more. Spank me.”

  “Good girl,” he murmured, and she heard the smile in his voice despite how roughened it was with lust. “I’m going to move my hand off your shoulder, so bend your knees a little more to steady yourself. Eleanor,” he said when she just panted. She was so aroused, she was having trouble interpreting speech. He repeated the instruction, and she did what he’d asked. “That’s right. Hold steady.”

  He squeezed one buttock in his hand and spanked it with the other. She gave a surprised cry at the act.

  “Too much?” he asked tensely.

  “No,” she managed, but it was a lie. Her pussy was enflamed and her butt burned and there was nothing to relieve the pressure. She’d combust from the tiniest spark. She was going mad.

  “Good. Only three more strokes.”

  He squeezed her other cheek, molding it to his palm. Her heart lodged at the base of her throat, she waited. He spanked her ass briskly. Air popped out of her lungs. She moaned in misery.

  “Just two more,” he said, and she knew from the tension in his voice he was just as aroused as her. “You count them off, Eleanor.” He squeezed an ass cheek, holding the flesh captive for his spanking hand. He swatted her.

  “Fourteen,” she gasped.

  “Last one.”

  Sensation burst through her as he smacked her burning ass again. “Fif—”

  But before she could ever finish the count, Trey’s hand was on her shoulder and he was lifting her from her bent-over position. She suddenly found herself pressed tight against his hard length. His mouth seized hers, and she was drowning. It was like being kissed by a furnace. He overwhelmed her. Then his hand was cupping her sex. Her lungs locked and her eyes sprang wide.

  “Jesus, you’re soaking wet,” he said, sounding agonized. The ridge of his finger slipped between her labia and rubbed her clit. Eleanor tensed and mewled. It was the stimulation she’d needed for so long now, but been denied with her hands bound behind her back and the position he’d had her take with her legs spread. Her breath was siphoned out of her lungs as a huge wave of orgasm loomed. He thrust a finger inside her while he rubbed her outer sex. His other hand grasped a burning ass cheek. He flexed his arm, pushing her against his fingers with insistent force.

  She screamed and ignited. Pleasure roared through her.

  The next thing she became aware of was the sensation of Trey’s whiskers abrading her neck and jaw. His lips plucked at her mouth urgently. His hand still moved at her sex as climax seized her. She opened her eyelids sluggishly, her eyelids widening when she saw the blazing quality of his blue eyes.

  “Okay?” he asked.

  She nodded, gasping.

  “Then come over here,” he said, his mouth slanted in a hard line.

  He turned her in his arms and guided her a few feet, halting her when they were directly in front of the window. She could see their reflection. Eleanor dazedly realized that while she was naked, he was still completely dressed in jeans and a button-down shirt. She opened her mouth to comment on the disparity, but he pushed gently on her back and shoulders.

  “Bend over,” he said, and she heard it
: the strain and tension in his voice. He was a man about to break. And he was going to break on her . . . in her.

  She bent agilely, her body still humming with recent pleasure. She may have just come, but she was eager for this. In the window, she saw him tearing at the button fly of his jeans, his actions terse. He reached in his back pocket and withdrew a condom, then jerked his jeans down over his ass. He stretched the waistband of his boxer briefs out and down. His cock sprung free, the shaft thick and long, the head fat and succulent. It brushed against her tingling ass. She sensed its weight . . . his burning arousal.

  “Trey,” she said shakily.

  She saw his head go up. Their eyes met in the reflection.

  “I’m going to fuck you so hard, Eleanor. You’re so beautiful. You make me crazy.”

  She couldn’t think of how to respond to his blistering intensity. She just watched him in the window as he rapidly rolled on the condom, her breath starting to come in jagged pants. He put both of his hands on her ass, his thumbs digging gently into the flesh of her buttocks. He moved behind her.

  “Your ass is bright pink,” he muttered. He lowered his hand to his cock. “Is your pussy as hot as your ass?”

  She felt the head of his cock push against her entry and gasped. He penetrated her, his rough moan vibrating in her ears. “Oh yeah. Even hotter,” he groaned, answering his own question. His hold on her ass tightened. He thrust his hips firmly. He carved into her, and her flesh melted around his hardness. He thrust to the hilt, fitting his pelvis against her ass. Her cries mingled with his guttural groan.

  “Hush,” he said, circling his hips and grinding his balls against her outer sex. Eleanor realized she’d been wailing like a banshee and halted herself, gasping for air. She’d never felt so full. So incendiary. His thumbs dug deeper into her spanked ass. “This is for me, Eleanor. This is what’s going to happen every time you tease me. You’re going to get it. Hard. Now, hold still and take it.”

  He drew his cock out of her. Eleanor turned her head, watching his reflection as he watched himself screw her. When only the head of his cock was buried in her, he flexed and thrust deep inside her again, making the air gasp out of her lungs.