She watched as he removed a square box from the pocket of his sport coat and set it beside her keyboard on the smooth surface of the desk. His tie, which already hung loosely at his throat, was removed next. When his deft fingers pushed first one button and then the next through their respective holes, her insides protested. The shiver running down her spine only made her weakness more pronounced, at least to herself.
His movements caused the air around him to stir and when he finally removed his coat the rich aroma of musk and male monopolized her senses.
With each flick of his wrist, his sleeve inched higher until it was neatly rolled, just under the elbow. Her eyes were still glued to his every movement. Serena watched as Zane rolled the opposite sleeve noticing how the movement caused the muscles in his forearms to contract and relax.
It had seemed like hours, but in reality must have only been minutes. However long it was, it hadn’t been long enough before he once again resumed his seat. This time he chose a ladder-back chair.
She was still trying to understand why he would choose the most uncomfortable chair in the room when he cleared his throat. Too soon, she was once again aware of exactly what he expected of her.
Did she dare deny him? Did she want to? The answer to both questions was a quick no.
Not just no, but hell no!
Serena stifled a nervous chuckle and tried to concentrate. It was so hard to do with him sitting as big as you please at the side of her desk. Arms bared and large hands resting on thighs she knew for a fact were strong and corded with lean muscle.
Thighs she was supposed to drape herself across for her first-ever, honest-to-goodness spanking. Damn if that thought didn’t make her wet.
She was once again brought out of her reverie when Zane said, “Serena dear, you pushed, now it’s time to pay.”
She could tell he was getting impatient. His eyes may have been glittered with lust and there was definitely a flush of arousal high on his cheeks, but his voice was edged with steel and his hands no longer sat idly on his thighs.
Taking a deep breath, she blindly moved forward. With every tiny step, she reminded herself that this was exactly what she’d been looking for. Precisely what she wanted.
She was so hot the scent of her arousal wafted up filling her senses until she thought she’d burst. So turned on she was sure her juices would be coating her inner thighs before she ever made it to him.
Her mound throbbed with each shuffled step, squeezing her thighs together did nothing to ease the mounting tension coiled low in her belly.
It was an odd feeling to walk across a room bared from the waist down while your man sat patiently—or in this case, not so patiently—by and waited for you to arrange yourself across his lap to feel the sting of his palm against your backside.
Would the bite of pain be as wonderful as she’d imagined it would be? Would the resulting heat radiate through her body and make her all but beg to be taken? These were questions she couldn’t wait to have answered.
When Serena finally reached the spot just before Zane’s seat, she stopped and waited. And wondered. The quirk of his lips made her a bit uneasy. It was a mischievous smile. One, that knocked her a bit off-kilter making her vulnerable and uneasy. These feelings in turn made her defensive, possibly even a bit angry.
She tried to remain calm, but when he motioned with a finger for her to turn around, all thought ceased to exist, melting her anger away in the process.
This was it. It was time. Stiffening in anticipation, she felt the muscles in her bare bottom clench. When the touch finally came, it wasn’t at all what she’d expected.
A warm hand ran the length of her spine from the cleft of her butt to where her bra was still fastened. It was then that she remembered. He’d told her to remove her shirt and bra and she hadn’t done it.
Damn, damn and double damn! She berated herself. Sure, she’d wanted to push him. To see if he would follow through with the erotic promises of a spanking if she didn’t comply with his every whim.
Hell, she’d spent the past week sashaying around the place like a bitch in heat trying to get him to lose the control he held to as tight as an old spinster held on to her virginity. And now she’d done it. Only this time she thought there was a chance she may have gone just a smidge too far.
“I asked you to remove these, baby,” he said as his fingers worked the clasp of her bra.
She tried to turn in order to face him. She desperately wanted to make amends, to show that she would comply. That she wanted to experience his loving hand, but she couldn’t seem to gather her thoughts enough to form a few words much less a sentence.
His hands at her hips held her firmly, not allowing her to turn or step away. And when she finally forced enough brain cells together to speak, she was stopped by his next words.
“Now, turn around and remove your shirt and bra, Rena. We’ll add a bit extra to make up for this little discrepancy,” he said as she turned in his hands head dipping forward. The open-mouthed kiss he placed just below her navel once again caused her brain cells to scatter.
The bat-sized flutters tearing their way through her stomach combined with the trembling of her hands and the moist, warmth of his mouth moving along her heated flesh and Serena wasn’t so sure she’d ever get her shirt off.
When she finally managed to release the last button, she sighed in relief. Next came the cream-colored lace bra, which already hung loose. When both were pooled at her feet, she straightened her shoulders, lifted her head and once again waited.
The kisses peppering her abdomen and the large hands firmly grasping her thighs made her head spin. Without thought, she leaned into Zane. Hot need kindled deep inside.
His throaty chuckle as he eased her away snapped her back to attention.
“Not yet, baby. Not for a while, we’ve got other business to attend to.”
His voice was smooth and deep and although her body and mind felt torn, it soothed her.
“Place yourself over my lap, sweet thing. I want that ass of yours right where I can reach it.”
“That’s a girl,” he crooned when she lowered herself until her belly rested on his thighs.
Serena could feel the blush of embarrassment as his hand moved over the bare skin of her bottom. Zane shifted beneath her, spreading his thighs, allowing her more room. Making her more comfortable—if that were possible. One thing became crystal-clear just after she moved to shift her weight.
With his legs held wide the way they were, her clit was finally getting the attention it had been demanding. This revelation caused her to squirm even more.
“Uh-uh,” tsked Zane. “Not yet,” he said as he held her steady with a strong arm across her lower back.
“Now I want you to hold on to the chair the best you can, and keep those sweet hands of yours out of my way or I’ll tie them.”
When she complied, he gently stroked a hand up the inside of one thigh and down the inside of the other. “Open your legs, baby. I wouldn’t want to miss anything.”
She couldn’t help the shiver that ran the length of her body. Oh, god, she inwardly moaned. She shouldn’t like this. She shouldn’t want to be tied and spanked, but she did.
And for once, coming to that conclusion didn’t leave her feeling dirty or deranged. It left her hot and so damned horny if he didn’t get on with it already, she’d find herself in even bigger trouble.
The sting of the first smack was much lighter than expected. It wasn’t harsh or hard and neither were the several that followed causing her skin to tingle. Soon though, the heat began to build. Serena fought to stay still, but as each subsequent blow landed, her pussy was ground into his leg bringing her higher and higher until she was sure the next would send her into orbit.
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His hand was on fire. He could only imagine what her ass felt like. It was hot and almost the same color pink as he knew her nipples to be after they’d been sucked vigorously. His cock was rock-hard and he wasn’
t sure he’d be able to wait much longer.
He’d started off peppering the twin-rounded globes, gradually graduating to her upper thighs. A couple of throaty moans escaped her lips causing him to slow a bit. Lust tore at him. Take, his body demanded, but he couldn’t take the chance that he’d hurt her so he slowed and waited. Waited to hear if she panted the safe word. Would he be able to let her go if she did?
She was so wet. He could see the lips of her pussy glistening with the moisture of her arousal. He could feel her heat. When she seemed to calm down, but didn’t utter a word, he continued. This time his hand lifted and lowered much slower, but each strike was harder than those he’d started with. Her body quivered under his arm. He could feel her hips move as she tried to grind her clit against his leg.
When her movements became frantic, she panted out his name.
He had to know.
“You okay, baby?”
“Y-yes,” she breathed out, nodding her head at the same time.
“That was for not being ready when I got home. This is for defying me too many times to count since then.”
The sound of the next three swats rang out clearly into the quietness of the room along with her voice.
“Ohhh,” she cried as the sound of flesh on flesh once again filled the air. When he knew she was ready, he ceased his movements instead running a finger along the cleft separating her magnificent ass and ever so slightly grazed the one spot on her body he’d never praised.
Lowering a finger until it reached her drenched sex, he collected the moisture found there and returned to the spot between her cheeks.
Teasing and testing, he gradually added pressure until his finger breached the last of her body’s virginity. She gasped and moaned.
That was all it took, bucking under the pressure of his finger, she cried out his name. He could feel the tight muscles of her anus grasping the tip of his finger and knew he’d die of bliss when he was finally able to take her there.
With a hand between her legs, covering her mound, he turned her tucking her close to his chest until the spasms of her orgasm eased.
Her breath came in short gasping pants. Zane could feel the sheen of moisture covering her body. When she wiggled to get closer, his shaft throbbed in protest.
Her lips, now roaming his neck, only made matters worse. It was as if his body had been taken over. The caged animal had been let loose and would never again agree to such confinement.
He could only hope she’d understand, he thought, as he stood and carried her to their room.
After laying Serena on the bed, Zane removed his clothes. During that time, she’d lifted herself up on to her elbows and was watching him. Her gaze was intense. Green eyes stared at him as though seeing him for the first time. When he opened the top drawer of his bedside table and removed a length of black silk, those green eyes widened. The depth of color and dilated pupils made him want to roar with triumph.
Instead, he motioned her to him. When she was stationed on her knees on the bed, he moved forward. His large hands cupped her elbow pulling her close for a heated kiss.
His mouth devoured hers, nipping at her full lower lip, sucking it between his lips when she gasped. Lifting her against his chest, he stepped away from the bed then slowly lowered her down the length of his body until her feet touched the floor.
Zane watched as Serena’s head titled just the slightest bit to the side. She wanted to question him, he was sure, but had yet to open her luscious lips.
He raised a single finger to his mouth in a gesture for her to remain silent. Her eyes immediately sparked in response. The glittering emerald of her irises remained locked to his face as he gently turned her until she faced away from him.
Caressing her ass with his right hand, he asked, “How do you feel, baby?”
She turned her head his way looking at him over her shoulder. Raising one arched brow, she challenged him. He could almost hear her wheels spinning. Why had he told her to keep quiet to then ask her a question?
When she remained silent, he patted her ass and nipped the back of her neck. “Good girl, Rena.”
She stiffened at his words, but the hand roaming her still tender flesh must have given her pause, still she didn’t speak.
He chuckled as he gently but firmly added pressure to her shoulder until she took the hint and slowly dropped to her knees.
“Cross your hands behind your back,” he commanded in a voice low and sensual.
When she followed his orders, he wrapped her wrists in the length of silk, firmly but gently binding her. Now to turn the fantasy he’d so often masturbated to into a reality.
Chapter Ten
The carpet abraded her knees, but not to the point of discomfort. Her senses were reeling. Every smell, every sound was magnified. She could almost taste his heat, his utter maleness. Her mouth watered in response.
The strength of the black silk binding her wrists was surprising. The thin fabric was silky smooth. The length left hanging skimmed the heated flesh of her bottom causing an overabundance of already heightened nerve endings to protest. Or beg, Serena wasn’t sure which.
She seemed to tingle all over after Zane securely bound her wrists together. The feel of his warm hands grazing her body ever so slightly while insisting she stay still and quiet, made her want to scream.
Now she was at his mercy. His every command would be hers to follow or pay the consequences. Sitting back on her haunches, Serena watched as Zane silently left the room, closing the door behind him.
Every emotion imaginable ran through her mind at that point in time. But the one prevailing emotion that took precedence over all others was trust. Her trust in Zane was unequivocal. Just as her love was all consuming.
Damn, there it was again, she thought as her shoulders slumped and her head fell forward. She loved him. There was no denying it, and no longer could she hold it back.
She was so lost in the magnitude of her feelings that she didn’t hear when the bedroom door opened to admit a nude Zane.
Nor did she see the frown upon his face as he noticed her stooped shoulders, her look of defeat. The frown marring his polished good looks was one of concern.
“Rena baby, what’s wrong? Did I…? Do you…?” He didn’t finish, voice trailing off as his hazel eyes stared into hers.
The concern in his eyes brought tears to her own. Tears she tried desperately to blink away, to no avail. This was a turning point for them, a new beginning. She wasn’t supposed to be blubbering like a baby.
One hand rested on her shoulder while the other tilted her chin up.
“Oh, god, Rena,” he started only to be interrupted.
“No, Zane, don’t,” she said softly wishing her hands were free so she could smooth his furrowed brow. To cup his face in her hands and kiss him tenderly.
“I’m… It’s just that…” Damn, they made a good pair. Couldn’t get a full sentence out between the two of them. Taking a deep breath, Serena swallowed then tried again.
“It’s just that I love you, Zane O’Malley. With all my heart and soul, I love you.” There, it was finally out. There would be no taking the words back. Not that she wanted to.
The waiting would kill her, she was sure. He said nothing in return, just stared. His eyes bore holes into her soul and yet, he remained silent.
She felt as if she were choking. Swallowing past the lump lodged in her throat was virtually impossible. Until she saw stars dance before her eyes, she didn’t realize she’d been holding her breath. It came out in a whoosh.
With its release also came the tears. They snaked like twin rivers down her cheeks and she was powerless to stop them. Serena closed her eyes and dropped her head. The rasp of a warm finger across her wet cheek was the first move Zane made since she’d spilled her guts.
He pulled her close, kissing the tears from her eyes, from her cheeks. He uttered words she couldn’t understand as he stroked her hair away from her face.
In his intense gaze
, Serena saw everything. Love and passions like she’d never before witnessed. She could feel the smile as it slowly but cautiously spread across her face. Zane’s eyes sparkled at her in return.
“I’ve never heard words more beautiful. With all my heart and all that I am know that I love you, Serena Keller,” he said as he continued to kiss her face.
“Also know that from this day forward you will belong to no one but me.”
With those spoken words, Zane picked up the square box Serena hadn’t even noticed sitting on the bed. Next to it was a plain brown bag. She had no time to consider what might be inside of it because at that very moment, Zane opened the velvet jeweler’s box.
Inside laid a gold choker. The intricate pattern looked ancient. Set flush into the gold was tiny emeralds sparkling as if winking at her.
Serena gasped and struggled with the silk still holding her wrists captive. Zane’s chuckle brought her gaze back to his. Her breath hissed out at the sight. He was bent on one knee in front of her. His shaft proudly erect, curving slightly toward his abdomen. On his face, he wore a look so possessive, so primal Serena could only stare mutely in return.
“We’ll just leave you like you are, baby. I’m not done with you yet.”
With those softly spoken words, Zane clasped the gold choker around Serena’s neck then stood to his full height bringing his penis in direct line with her mouth.
Serena couldn’t help but lick her lips in response. His scent wrapped itself around her like strong arms in the night. Taking all she had to give while making every moment special.
She leaned into his embrace, a bit unsteady without her hands. Leaving everything to Zane, she sighed when she felt his fingers tangle in her hair bringing her forward until the smooth head of his shaft was pressed to her mouth.
She snaked her tongue out until the tip peeked from between her lips and stroked him ever so slightly ‘round and ‘round the sensitive bulb of his cock head. When his hips bucked, she smiled.
Sitting lower against her heels put her in the perfect position to tease and tantalize. With soft strokes, she licked him from base to tip, then paid homage to his swollen testicles. It was hard to balance with her hands bound, but Zane helped guide her.
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