“Are you wet with the thought of a spanking?” His gravelly voice gave him away no matter how he tried to hide his excitement.
Licking her lips, she looked up at him and her eyes darkened. “Yes, Master.”
“Do you like it soft or hard?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never been spanked before,” she breathed.
“Never? Not even as a child?”
“Never,” she repeated.
“Then let’s take care of your punishment now. Go to one of the chairs by the window. Bend over and place your palms on the seat.”
She swayed as if suddenly dizzy, remaining still for only a moment before making her way across the room. Without saying a word, she pulled an armless chair from beneath the small table and did as he instructed.
His cock hardened even more at the beautiful sight bared for his eyes only.
How far would she go?
“Spread your legs wider,” he demanded.
When she complied, revealing the moist, pink flesh between her thighs, he nearly swallowed his tongue. This woman was definitely more than he had dreamed of. Maybe even more than his heart could take.
Moving up behind her, his dick arched angrily against his belly with the need to part her swollen folds and bury deep inside her. But that would have to wait.
With both hands he started at her ankles and smoothed up her long, silky legs to caress the soft but firm globes of her ass. When he slapped one cheek lightly, she glanced over a shoulder. Hunger in her gaze said she wanted more.
Fingers splayed, he struck her with enough force that she gasped. A red spot rose and he caressed it, feeling it grow warm beneath his palm. He popped the other cheek harder still, and this time she cried out, gasping and swallowing a breath.
As he dragged a finger across her moist pussy, she trembled. “You’re wet.” He pushed a digit into her and found her not only wet but hot. The discovery contracted his balls to the point of pain. Damn. This was turning out to be as much of a punishment to him as it was to her. When he withdrew his finger from her sex, she whimpered softly.
“Did you want to say something?”
“Yes, Master.”
Her musky arousal was on his hand. What would she taste like if he spread her legs and lapped at all that cream? Just the thought of his tongue stroking and caressing her moist folds made his toes hug the floor.
“Speak, my beautiful sex slave.”
Her eyelids fell to half-mast. She gazed back at him through heavy lashes. “Fuck me, Barry.”
The sweet ache in his groin throbbed. He loved the plea in her voice when she said his name. “I don’t think you’ve been sufficiently punished.”
Anxious to satisfy her request, Barry paddled her cheeks several more times, receiving breathy cries as she trembled. The rosy marks of his hands, his prints on her, were tinder to the fire raging inside him. The need to take her grew, almost outweighing his desire to take her where she had never gone before, to the point where pain and pleasure collided.
“I think that will do, but I still owe you for your disobedience.”
Her brows furrowed.
“Remember when I told you to stop sucking my cock? You didn’t.”
Kayla had the good sense to bow her head before she smiled.
“Go stand before the full-length mirror,” he ordered.
On weakened legs, she padded barefoot across the floor while he went back to the drawer that held all his toys. His gaze swept over the pearl-studded nipple clamps and the thong to match. Unwrapping them quickly, he checked the battery in the remote control. He had been dying to try these out, but had never found the woman he wanted to share them with. Kayla was that woman, the kind that should be draped not only in pearls, but diamonds, sapphires and rubies.
When he returned, she was eyeing him suspiciously. “Know what these are?” he asked.
“Earrings and a necklace.”
“No. Have you heard of nipple clamps?”
Her brows shot up in recognition. “Does it hurt? Uh. Master.”
“You’ll have to tell me. I want you to describe everything you feel. This is a pearl thong. Put it on.”
She took the strands of crisscrossing pearls from him and stepped into them before pulling them up her legs, thighs and hips. Her eyes widened when the cool, round beads touched her private areas.
“How does it feel?”
Kayla glanced at herself in the mirror. Her nipples beaded before his eyes, the darkened flesh around her areolas prickling.
“Cold. Forbidden. They cut into my pussy. I think they’re too small. And-and there’s a bead that is pressing against my anus like it plans to breach the hole.”
Her vivid description made him impossibly harder. “Good. They’re supposed to fit that way. Now this might hurt a little, but trust me. You’ll like the sensation.”
Pressing open one of the clamps, he positioned it over one of her nipples and released.
In unison her eyes gaped and a sharp gasp pushed between her lips. “Oh. My. God. Owww,” she groaned through broken breaths.
“Breathe, baby. I don’t know much about these clamps specifically, but I’ve heard they are pleasurable after the initial pain.”
Glaring at him as though she might reach out and slap the shit out of him, she must have forgotten their role play because she growled, “You better know what you’re doing, Barry Allred.”
Chapter Five
Kayla fought to continue to breathe. The razor-sharp pain cut in all directions at once, from her nipples outward, the pressure so intense she didn’t know if she would be able to endure.
“I’m told after the initial shock it gets better.”
She was about to say, you’re told? when he slipped the next clamp on her other nipple. Kayla released a string of curse words she hadn’t even known she knew.
The idiot before her burst into gales of amusement. “Maybe this will help.” He held up a small black box with a green and red button. Before she could bark stop, he pushed the green button.
The abrupt explosion of vibrations against her clit, along her pussy and her anus nearly knocked her off her feet. She stumbled to the side, almost striking the table, but instead caught the back of one of the chairs to keep from falling.
“Ohmygod.” Her fingernails dug into the wood as she shook as though she were a leaf caught in a raging hurricane.
Already sensitive from the mind-blowing sex against the wall, spanking and Barry’s sensual caress, her body felt as though it would fly apart at any moment. She couldn’t think past the throbbing between her thighs. The pain of the nipple clamps had taken a second seat to her overpowering desire to climax.
“Oh,” she gasped again. Surprise filtered through her when her hips automatically moved against the strand of pearls, seeking the special spot that would set her free.
She was so close. So very close.
And then the vibration vanished. The pleasure was there one second and gone the next, leaving her stranded and teetering on the precipice.
Kayla narrowed an accusing eye on Barry.
“What?” he asked innocently, but the glow in his eyes gave him away.
“What? Is that all you have to say?” Her nipples throbbed with sweet agony as her cunt wept, unfulfilled.
She took a warning step toward him and he switched the pearls on again. Her knees buckled, almost taking her to the floor. As she regained her footing, he switched them off again.
Then the oddest thing happened.
Kayla laughed.
Guffawing like she had never laughed before. It was the strangest thing to do, but felt so right as she looked at the naked and aroused man before her. She couldn’t remember the last time she had let loose and had a good time with a man, especially during sex.
And this could definitely be considered a good time.
It had been so very long since she had sex, especially with a man who really turned her on. One who had the balls to tease her and make her
feel all woman, from her head to her toes.
Barry tossed the control box on the table, drawing nearer until they were almost nose to nose, and then took her into his arms. “You are so beautiful when you’re happy. And hotter than hell when you’re aroused.” He took her mouth in a passionate kiss that smothered her giggles and instantly raised her temperature.
Holy crap. The man kissed like a paragon.
As his lips caressed down her throat and back up, he murmured, “I need to be inside you.”
“Yes. Oh God. Yes.” She’d been ready since the moment her eyelids had risen this morning.
“Those clamps need to come off before we go any further.” Reaching between them with both hands, he pinched the clamps open at the same time.
Again, Kayla’s breath caught on a gasp of pure agony.
Barry grabbed her head, holding her in place, devouring her mouth as needle-sharp pain flooded her peaks, the smarting ache similar to when feeling rushed back into a numb arm or leg that had fallen asleep.
By the time his kiss ended, the sensation in her breasts had dulled somewhat, just a quiet throb remained. And Lord, her nipples were sensitive pressed against his chest.
“You are never doing that to me again,” she grumbled. ”Those things suck.”
It sure looked to Kayla as if the damn man fought a grin. He ducked his head and began to nibble on her neck, swirling his tongue in the hollow of her collarbones. Then she heard him release a muffled, partly suppressed laugh.
“Barrrrry.” Trying to sound indignant, she failed when his name turned into a moan.
“What about the pearl thong?”
Loving the moist caress of his lips and tongue, she leaned her head to the side, providing him more access. “Hum. Well, I kinda liked those.”
An arm slipped from around her as he retrieved the remote control off the table. “Then why don’t we try them out in bed.” He took her hand in his and led her forward.
Kayla climbed on the plush mattress, remembering when she woke up this morning. So much had changed since then. Barry located another condom and donned it before he joined her. A bubble of happiness rose inside her as he eased her back against the softness and moved between her thighs.
He ran a finger over her slit. “I want you so badly, I can’t think of anything else.”
Desire lanced through her so sharp and needy she trembled. Relief blended with excitement when she felt his cock pressed against her opening. With one thrust he penetrated her, pushing aside the pearls. Then he switched on the control box.
Plunging in and out, he groaned. “Fuck. That feels strange. Good. But strange.”
Fantastic would be a better word, because now her pussy was filled with him and his body rubbed sensually against her clit, while it felt as if the beads had pushed inside her anus. The steady vibration threatened to put a quick end to this decadent moment, but she was holding on to the pleasure. Then Barry pinched her nipples.
The pressure in her womb exploded. Kayla screamed, bucking beneath him as the world around her blurred. She came hard, so hard that her entire back arched off the bed. Breathing took second place to the rolling sensations roaring through her.
When she was finally able to inhale, she realized that Barry had followed her over the cliff of ecstasy. He collapsed atop her, his heart rate pounding out of control, matching hers with each beat. It took a while before either of them could move or speak. When Barry finally rolled off her only small quakes in her pussy remained, but started to build again when the vibrating pearls snapped back in place.
Thank God he turned the control box off, allowing her body to ease into a contented state. Kayla didn’t know what got into her. Usually after sex either her or her partner got up and left, but this time she snuggled close to Barry, inhaling his scent and the musky aroma they had created together. For the longest time they lay together in silence. He held her, his fingers playing absentmindedly with a lock of her hair.
A moth fluttering from its resting place on the wall made her think of Hector. Had he left for good? Because he had been way too quiet, or maybe things were going along the road the little guy had deemed they should. Still she would feel more comfortable knowing what he was up to. Okay. Okay. Maybe she kind of liked the troublemaker. Inadvertently, Hector had been responsible for leading her into this man’s arms.
Barry kissed her on the forehead, erasing her thoughts of Hector. “How about a shower and a movie?”
“If you want to go out, I’ll need something better to wear than your t-shirt and sweatpants.”
“Who said we’re going out? Now that I have you here I don’t want to share you with anyone. I thought we’d lounge in bed—naked. Order a movie from cable and maybe call for pizza later. Sound good?”
“Sounds wonderful.” And way more enjoyable than how Kayla would normally have spent Christmas Eve.
While she stretched and tarried in bed a little longer, he rose and began to dig through one of the drawers of his nightstand before disappearing into the bathroom. When she heard the beat of water, she lazily got to her feet, shedding the pearl thong and placing it on the nightstand, then she padded toward the open door.
Barry’s bathroom was like the rest of the house, elegant. Beneath a glass-block window sat a claw-footed tub. His and hers sinks sat on granite countertops in wavy gray, black and peach colors, and Barry stood before a tiled walk-in shower big enough for four people, his hand beneath the flow.
“What temperature do you like the water?”
“Hot.” She smoothed a palm down his back to his delicious ass. “I like everything hot, especially my men.” Her fingers curled and she squeezed the firm globes.
He looked over a shoulder, his eyes smoldering with heat. “I think that can be managed.” Then he stepped inside and crooked a finger in her direction, urging her to follow.
Kayla went willingly.
She hadn’t noticed until she entered the stall that he held a full palm of soap. As the steamy water sluiced across her body, so did Barry’s hands.
Her chest tightened when she realized that no one, not even her aunt, had cared enough to address any of her needs, even as simple as bathing her when she was young. Barry was the first, as he gently cleansed her body. His consideration forced Kayla to really look at him, past the image of a man to what lay inside. Was there a chance that this thing between them could actually work?
No. This day was about sex and fulfilling both their needs. It couldn’t be anything more. When his fingers slid sensually down the cleft of her cheeks, placing pressure against her anus, she raised a brow.
“I want to take you here.” Something smoldered hot and wild in his eyes and set her pulse racing. “You have such a sexy ass.” He caressed the puckered flesh and then pushed against the opening once more. “Have you ever been fucked here?”
“No.” The mere thought made her pussy contract and moisture dampen her thighs.
“Can I?”
She couldn’t mask her surprise. “Now?” Not only had his request caught her off guard, but the man was unbelievable—his stamina, amazing.
“Now.” Without waiting for her response, he reached for a bottle of lube lying on a shelf.
The little devil.
“You had this planned,” she stated—there was no question in her mind.
“I had hoped.” Uncapping the container, he squeezed a generous amount into his hand.
Her heartbeat picked up watching him spread the oily substance over his cock. Base to tip and back again, the strokes he made were beyond arousing. Her tender nipples beaded, making her breasts feel heavy and needy while her sex grew taut. She could get used to watching this man masturbate.
Barry hit a new level of exhilaration. His dick was rock hard, again. His body hummed with something indescribable. In all his life, he had never taken a woman three times in less than three hours, but there was something about Kayla that enthralled him.
He couldn’t get enough of her.
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His blood simmered even hotter under the heated look in her eyes as he touched himself. The thought of watching her pleasure herself set his pulse raging, but that would have to wait. Right now he had to christen that virgin orifice that no man had ever entered. That in itself made a voice inside his head whisper, mine.
It was a crazy thought, but dammit, he wanted this woman to be his and not for a day or night. If he was honest, he’d wanted her from the moment he’d seen her.
“It might sting some, but I promise after I’m in, you’ll feel something you never experienced before.”
“Yeah. That’s what you said about those damn nipple clamps.”
Chuckling, he reached out and smoothed a finger across a nipple. She gasped. “Doesn’t that feel good?” He knew that the sensitivity she felt from the clamps would heighten her response to his touch.
“Yes,” she replied almost begrudgingly through a smile.
Coating several of his fingers with lubricant, he added extra to the tip of his index finger before reaching behind her to spread her cheeks. Water gushed over them as he pushed the slightest bit into her ass. She gasped and rose on her tiptoes, mounting his excitement. His balls contracted and he felt the pull to his own anus. To distract her, he nibbled on an earlobe and began to slowly but firmly push his finger farther into her.
“Barry.” His name was a low groan. Then he breached the first ring of muscle with a pop, pressing farther to penetrate the second.
For this to work she had to be aroused, begging for him to take her. Easing another digit inside her, he reached between her thighs with his free hand to find her so damn wet, cream slicked her skin. Scissoring his fingers within her anal canal, he took care to stretch the taut rings. In the process, her inner muscles tightened and relaxed against his invasion. Barry wondered if she even realized what she’d done. He waited until she did it again before he eased out an inch at a time from her opening.
“No. Please.”
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