She heard him moving around the room, but couldn't muster up the energy to worry about what he was doing. She closed her eyes, spent and sated. This was where she belonged - here bound in his bed for his pleasure. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been so content.
Gentle hands released the cuffs at her ankles and rubbed each joint tenderly. Her arms were freed and massaged, and then the bed dipped as he lay down beside her and arranged the blankets over them. She snuggled in close when he pulled her back to his front, enjoying the feel of his arm across her waist, his leg over her hips.
"Thank you," she murmured, her mind floating in a haze of pleasure. "I...that...”
He hugged her tight and pressed a soft kiss against her shoulder. "Shh...sleep now. We'll talk tomorrow."
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Patrick arranged an assortment of fruit on a plate the next morning as he waited for Kaylee. He normally slept later, but this morning was different. He'd been up for a couple of hours already, and for the last thirty minutes he'd been trying to decide whether he should wake her, or let her sleep. As he placed the last of the dark red grapes in the center of the tray, he decided he couldn't wait any longer. He rinsed off his hands in the sink, dried them with a towel, turned toward the hall that led to the bedroom and stopped when he saw Kaylee standing in the doorway.
"Good morning," she said, her voice soft and raspy. Dressed only in one of his black t-shirts with her hair all tousled and eyes at half-mast, she was possibly the most adorable thing he'd ever seen.
"Good morning. Come have some breakfast," he said, pulling out one of the bar stools at the island counter. "I don't really cook, but I have fresh fruit, and coffee just the way you like it."
She smiled and took the seat he indicated, wrapping her hands around the warm cup he'd just poured. "Coffee is fine," she said, taking a tentative sip. "I'm not really much of a breakfast-eater."
Bringing the tray over to set in front of her, he held a piece of honeydew melon to her lips. "Humor me. You'll need the energy later."
The fruit disappeared between her lovely lips and he ran the pad of his thumb over them, catching a stray drop of juice. She raised her eyebrows as she swallowed, mischief sparkling in her eyes.
"Energy for what?"
He leaned in close, one hand sliding up under her shirt to squeeze a breast. "For when I bend you over this counter."
Stepping back, he pulled a strip of black silk from his pocket and eased it over her eyes. Securing it behind her head, he took the cup from her hand and pressed a grape against her lips. She sucked it in and he bent to kiss her, the tart-sweet flavor honey on his tongue.
She moaned and he reluctantly released her to tug the shirt over her head. He offered her a bite of cantaloupe, twitching when she sucked the end of his finger into her mouth with the fruit. Smoothing the leftover moisture around her nipple, he bent to take the nub in his mouth, sucking and nipping at her luscious skin. She whimpered, arching her back to offer him more and he gladly took it, nipping and pulling with his teeth until she cried out.
"I...god, Patrick. I can't..."
He smiled, his fingers sliding up between her legs to find her clit. "I know, baby. Open your legs wider." Moisture coated his digits, and he rubbed it over her folds as she pushed toward him. "Tell me what you want. Talk to me."
She shook her head, even as he pressed one finger into her wet core. Thrusting in and out, he kissed her neck, suckling at the skin just below her jaw. "You can say it. What do you need, Kaylee?"
"I--I need..."
He sucked harder at her neck, thrust faster with his fingers. Her hips moved frantically on the stool and he knew she was close. Pressing a thumb against her clit, he tried to help her. Still, she didn't come.
"Say it," he breathed against her ear, withdrawing his hand from between her legs. She gasped as he pulled her off the stool and into his arms.
"Spank me."
Chapter 7
The second the words came out of her mouth, Kaylee heard the fruit plate slide to the other end of the counter. Heat flushed her skin as Patrick spun her around and pushed her down face-first on the low counter. The cold stone was a welcome relief, and she grasped the edges with her fingers as Patrick moved away.
A drawer opened, then shut again. She waited, eyes closed under the silky blindfold. A big, warm hand caressed her bottom, making slow circles over each cheek. Then it was gone, and she shivered in anticipation as moisture leaked between her thighs. Waiting. Wanting.
The first smack came without warning, and she cried out, twitching at the hard, hot sting of wood against her skin. Patrick rubbed the spoon-shaped object over her ass a few times, then took it away and she braced herself. It whooshed back hard again and again, each blow bringing her closer to the edge. Finally he stopped, his hands smoothing over her skin with a firm touch that sent sparks raging through her body. Vaguely aware of a stool scooting along the floor, she gasped when a warm, wet tongue touched her clit and licked up between her stinging cheeks. She struggled to stay still under his assault, whimpering when he pushed two fingers inside and lapped at her clit again.
"Close. So...close," she breathed, earning another smack on her ass.
"Not without permission," Patrick growled. He pulled away and she squirmed as the sound of a zipper was followed by the crinkle of plastic.
"Please," she begged, rubbing her thighs together in desperation. He smacked her again and used his fingers to spread her juices up, circling the tight bud that had worn his plug most of the night. She wiggled against him, remembering how empty she'd felt just before dawn when he'd gently pulled it out, massaging her with his fingers. Would he take her there now?
His hard cock pressed into her pussy, filling her with his girth as his finger pressed into her ass, and her breath came out on a sigh as he pumped in and out, adding one finger to her tight hole as he alternated thrusts with his cock. She squeezed him with her inner muscles, milking his thick rod as his breathing and movements grew faster.
"Hold on, baby. We're almost there." His voice was thick and low as he pumped into her, pushing her against the counter with each thrust. Then he smacked her again with the wooden spoon, once, twice, three times. His feral growl filled the room and he thrust again hard, his body shaking between her legs. "Come, Kaylee."
She shattered around him, her whole body spasming around him as the orgasm took over. It was wild, instinctive, and she held onto the counter for dear life as her body moved and bucked out of control, impaling her ass and pussy as deep as possible.
Pulling his fingers free, he leaned over her, kissing the center of her back before he stood and stepped back. Moisture ran down her thighs, and she considered moving, but wasn't sure how to motivate her spent muscles. Letting her arms fall to hang on either side of the island, she focused on breathing, in and out, in and out. Finally her heart returned to a normal speed as she felt Patrick wiping her legs down with a warm, wet cloth. He cleaned her off and pulled her up, swinging her into his arms.
"I think it's time for a shower, don't you?"
She pulled the blindfold off her head to look up into his eyes. She finally recognized that look in them, the one he'd given her on and off over the years, but she'd been too afraid to explore. The one that made her keep her distance, because she wasn't sure she could handle the consequences. The one that told her what she needed to say next.
"I love you, Patrick," she said as he carried her down the hall. "I think I always have."
He set her down in the bathroom, holding onto her wrist as he leaned in to turn on the shower then tugging her up against his chest. Wrapping one hand in her hair, he pulled her head back and leaned down to sear her lips with a hard, claiming kiss. Drawing back slightly, he looked into her eyes, his expression intense.
"I love you too. And I'm never letting you go."
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About the Author
Trinity Marlow is the erotica pen name of romantic suspense author Jamie DeBree. Bor
n in Billings Montana, she resides there with her husband and two over-sized lap dogs. For a free serial draft of the next Naughty Encounters story, please visit TrinityMarlow.com or to find more of her books, visit BrazenSnakeBooks.com.
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