by Lacie Thorne
“You’ll tell me if it hurts?”
I nodded. A second later, his hand slammed into my ass again, harder, and quickly followed by a second, third, and fourth before he smoothed away the bite of pain. I whimpered and squirmed, but he held my wrists tighter with every wriggle.
And I loved it.
When smack number seven landed, I kicked out, unable to remain still.
“Don’t fucking move.” Sam nudged my feet back into their spots, paused, then pushed them further apart. “Do that again, and I switch to spanking a much more enticing target.”
His fingers dipped between my legs, finding the thong damp and groaning as he rubbed my clit through the fabric. I arched into his hand, wanting to feel him against my skin.
He gave me a light pat. “You want me to switch to spanking your pussy?”
I hesitated. It sounded so wrong, but it turned me on even more. The thought of those stinging blows landing where I ached the most. Sam laughed softly and gave me another soft caress, not nearly hard enough.
“Maybe next time.”
Chapter Twelve
Sam
Emily was perfect.
Even more perfect that I could have guessed.
I spanked her ass a few more times, keeping a close eye on her reactions to make sure I wasn’t going too hard on her, creating a gorgeous shade of pink on the globes of her cheeks. She squirmed and groaned, deliciously tormented and enjoying herself, but she stayed a hell of a lot quieter than I would have expected from her first real spanking. Despite my concerns, and attempts to go easy on her, she was a fucking natural.
I wanted nothing more than to bury my cock in her pussy, but it wasn’t time for that. Not yet. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d fucked a virgin, but I needed her to be ready. And not just physically.
When her cheeks were edging on flaming red, I let go of her wrists and used both my hands to soothe away the sting. Her fingers flexed, but she didn’t move them from her back.
Perfect.
This woman was going to cleave me in half if she continued like this. I stroked my hands up her sides, caressing her waist over and over until the tension in her body eased. We’d need to talk about that—how to relax and embrace the pain. Now wasn’t the time though. She’d already hurdled head-first into subspace. I didn’t have the heart to drag her out for lesson time.
I pulled her cute little ballet bun free, cursing the hairspray when it made the action more difficult. I hadn’t fucked a ballerina since my early twenties, and I’d forgotten how much of a pain in the ass those damn buns were. When I finally got her hair untangled and flipped her back over so she faced me, I took a minute to look at her.
Perfect.
Everything made more sense now. Her incredible body, slender and muscular. The late nights and a demanding job. God, I knew what kind of pressure the ballet world put on a dancer. No wonder she claimed to be tougher than she looked. Typical dancers. They all looked like fragile China dolls, but they were stronger than a fucking beast.
I licked the bruises I’d left on her neck and shoulder, unable to leave them alone. Tiny marks of my possession when she shouldn’t even be mine—wasn’t really mine at all. But she’d said she was. I cupped her breasts and thumbed her nipples as I kissed a path down her chest. A voice inside my head was yelling that this was wrong. Garret might literally kill me if he knew. I had to stop, but I couldn’t. I was already fucking addicted to her sounds and her tastes, and the way she reacted to me. No matter how much I told myself to step away from Emily, away from her delectable body, my muscles wouldn’t listen.
I sucked one nipple into my mouth, and she groaned. Her hands landed on my head, fingers digging into my hair. She should be tied up, but I didn’t have any cuffs on me, and no way was I using some flimsy piece of clothing that could cut or abrade her skin. Her body was too precious to risk—too important for her art and her livelihood. I grabbed her wrists and squeezed them together a little harder than I should’ve.
“Above your head,” I whispered against her swollen lips. “Keep them there.”
She nodded, but the true test of her obedience would come soon enough. I returned to her breasts, deliberately paying one more attention than the other until she was writhing with frustration. Her body arched, bowing up from the bed, but she didn’t say a word.
“Do you want me to lick your other nipple, Emily?”
She whimpered, but no words left her. Of course not. Her communication skills were going to be a problem, but we’d work on that. Since she hadn’t answered, I slapped her other breast, a gentle tap that caused her to jerk. “Emily?”
“Please.”
Fuck.
That word on her tongue was my weakness. I’d do anything just to hear her say six little letters. I licked and bit the nipple in question, kneading her other breast with my palm before pinching the little bud between thumb and forefinger. Too bad I didn’t have any clamps with me. Judging by the way she squirmed into every harsh touch, she’d fucking explode with the stinging pressure of nipple clamps.
A stunted cry burst from her, but she didn’t move her hands from above her head. Not once. As a reward, I ran my hand down her body, over her hip and along her thigh.
I teased the lacy edge of her thong, tracing the line between her legs. I pressed against her pussy through the fabric, earning another cry when I circled her clit. She was unbelievably responsive, and I’d barely touched her. Her body trembling, I kissed down her sternum, over her navel, and slid my tongue across the top of her underwear.
I wanted to claim her in every way I could, every fucking inch of her body, for as long as I could. I knelt up on the bed and slipped my fingers under the lace at her hips and pulled her thong down. Her eyes flew open, and her gaze collided with mine. She sucked in a harsh breath as I drew the scrap of fabric over her knees.
Emily rolled her lips together as she bent one knee and then the other, helping me remove the last shred of her clothing. I liked the imbalance of her totally bare to me while I was still fully clothed. I gripped her foot and bit her ankle, amused when she pressed her legs together to shield the spot between her thighs.
She needn’t have bothered. Her pussy and I were about to get very well acquainted.
“Spread your legs, Emily.”
“Sam,” she said on a gasp.
I slid my tongue over her inner ankle, and she closed her eyes a mere few seconds. When her gaze met mine again, I said, “Spread. Your. Legs.”
She hesitated before letting her free leg fall to the side, not nearly enough for me to even glimpse her pussy lips. This was verging on her limits, I knew that. But we needed to push her boundaries to get to where we both wanted to be.
“Wider.” I used my grip on one leg to bend her knee up and push it out to the side. Her breathing grew more and more ragged with every inch I pressed her open. “Your other leg, Emily.”
She swallowed hard enough I saw the movement in her throat. Growling, I placed her foot on the bed and drifted my hand to her knee, pushing it even farther out to her side.
“Feet on the bed. Knees as far apart as you can.” I grinned down at her obvious discomfort. “You’re a dancer, so that should be pretty fucking wide.”
She closed her eyes and finally let her knees fall open, spreading herself for me. I looked down at her pussy, just as perfect as the rest of her. I planted my hands just above her hips and kissed her navel. She jerked, and I laid a hand on her lower belly to settle her.
“Relax.” I kissed the top of her pussy and put pressure on her stomach when she arched up.
I slid my tongue over her pussy lips, and she cried out, way too responsive for her own good. We’d definitely have to work on that otherwise orgasm control—which I fucking reveled in—was going to be a bitch. Well, a bitch for her. I stroked a wet path down her pussy, sliding my tongue inside her once, twice, before going up to her clit. She bowed off the bed at the first wet stroke.
I glanced up,
checking on her for any signs I’d gone too far. Her head was tilted back at an uncomfortable-looking angle, her hands still above her head but gripping a pillow so tight I worried she’d tear into the thing.
With my free hand, I pinched a nipple, squeezing hard enough to deliver an edge of pain. The tighter I squeezed, the more she writhed beneath me.
Her thighs edged closer, brushing the sides of my head before falling away. I knew she was trying to obey me, but also fighting her body’s response. It was the hottest fucking thing I’d ever experienced. I gave up holding her still and slid my hand on her belly down, pinching her clit until she gasped my name.
“Not yet, Emily. You only come when I tell you.” I doubted she could obey that rule, but I wanted her to try.
Stroking her clit with my tongue, I pushed one finger into her wet pussy. Tight. So fucking tight. And I was only up to the first knuckle. How the hell would I ever get my cock into her? My erection leaped at the thought, wanting nothing more than to shove into her, but that wasn’t happening. Not tonight. I pushed my finger deeper, then pulled out, and slid it back in on a harder stroke.
“Please, Sam,” she cried, ever the polite submissive.
“Not yet.”
I got a second finger in, and she clenched around me, moaning at the stretch of her body. I wanted to add a third, but I doubted she could take it. Not yet, but soon. I squeezed her nipple harder, pushed my fingers deeper, and gently bit her clit. Her pussy clutched my fingers a second later, ripples of tight pressure as she came with a sharp cry, and her thighs squeezed my head. She held me prisoner between her legs as she climaxed, and I was happy to be her captive. For the moment.
I licked her clit softly, bringing her down from her high. The tension melted from her, and she eased beneath me, sagging against the bed. Her ragged breaths slowed.
“Sam?”
“I’m right here.”
I slid up her body, captured her face between my hands and caught her gaze with mine. She still looked blissed out, far away somewhere between subspace and total fucking euphoria. I moved one hand to her neck, gripping her throat firmly as my mouth descended on hers. Soft at first. Then more demanding. Tightening my fingers a fraction more with every sweep of my tongue against hers.
She gasped when my hand threatened to cut off her oxygen, but instead of begging me to let her go, she kissed me harder, lifting her head to get closer. I growled into her mouth, grinding my cock between her thighs and cursing my damn jeans. I needed her lips wrapped around me. Wet heat against my skin.
“Don’t fucking move.” With a final nip to her full bottom lip, I rose from the bed and quickly shrugged out of my clothes. I tossed them God-only-knew where, my eyes locked on Emily as she stayed impossibly still, drinking in the sight of me. “Have you ever sucked a cock, Emily?”
She pressed her swollen lips together and nodded, her gaze focused on my erection. Irrational jealousy surged through my veins. I hated that another man had felt those lips. Knew what it was like to be sucked deep into that sweet little mouth. It put me off balance, and I needed to gain ground somehow.
“How about deep-throating?”
Her gaze snapped up to meet my eyes, and her gasp echoed through the room. I smiled, taking that as her answer. “Come here. Kneel in front of me.”
With the grace of any professional dancer, she climbed off the bed and dropped to the floor at my feet, tilting her head up to keep her eyes on mine. I brushed my hand through her hair, then massaged the tension at the nape of her neck. She swallowed hard enough her throat bobbed, and a shiver wracked her shoulders.
“Relax.” I wasn’t about to shove my cock down her throat our first night together. No matter how much I fucking wanted to. She was too innocent, too new to the lifestyle even if she wanted to be pushed harder. “Hands behind your back. Hold onto one wrist.” Without a word, she complied, and I palmed my cock with my free hand. “Open for me.”
Her lips parted, eyes never leaving mine, as if she needed the connection like she needed her next breath. It ripped me in two. The trust staring back at me from her sea green eyes. I didn’t think I’d ever seen that much trust from a partner—kinky or balletic. I clenched my hand tighter at the base of her neck, holding her steady, and guided my cock to her lips.
I slid into her mouth, slowly pushing deeper in an obscene disappearing act. Like a pro, she rolled her lips to protect me against her teeth. Some other fucker had taught her that. While he rammed his dick into her mouth. She moaned around my erection, and I clenched a handful of her hair, tugging sharply to angle her head back.
Still, she stared up at me, even as tears began to shimmer in her eyes. I reached down and thumbed her nipple, giving her a reward because her mouth was a dream. Warm and wet. I wanted to shove down her throat, force her to take all of me, the entire fucking length. I panted against the need, determined not to hurt her too much, too fast.
And then she fucking added suction, hollowing her cheeks and sliding her tongue along the underside of my cock.
“Fuck!” I closed my eyes and thrust into her, farther than I meant. My hips rocked back and forth, slamming to the hilt.
She whimpered, and I opened my eyes to glance down at her. I almost came at the sight, her mouth stretched too wide and tears glistening down her cheeks. I pulled back, giving her space to breathe.
“Sorry.” My voice was rough, but she understood, shaking her head with the tiniest movement, telling me it was okay. She was arching her spine, her own hips squirming now. “You want to play with your pussy?”
Her eyes widened, but she didn’t answer, didn’t even try to move her head either way. I slid deeper between her lips, and she repeated the suck-lick action that had tingles forming at the base of my spine. I was getting close, and no matter how much I wanted to draw this out forever, I didn’t want to ruin her completely.
“Touch your clit.” I pinched her nipple as she let go of her wrist behind her back and brought her right hand between her legs. She yelped, but the sound was muffled by my erection. “Slowly. You’re not allowed to come. Not yet. Not until I say you can.”
The vibrations from her groan nearly fucking set off my own orgasm. I clenched my teeth against the need to let go, barely drawing it back at the last second. I squeezed her nipple harder, tight enough it had to hurt like hell. Her back arched, hips grinding her pussy into her hand, and her breast against my fingers.
“Perfect.” I didn’t mean to say it out loud, but once the word fell from my mouth, she closed her eyes and I swore she sighed, but I couldn’t be sure with my cock halfway down her throat. “It’s true, you know. You’re fucking perfect.”
She drank up the praise, sucking me harder and opening her eyes again, staring up at me with a fierce look. I didn’t understand it, but I didn’t have time to analyze it. My orgasm ripped through me and into Emily, down her throat, and she swallowed without needing to be told. I stayed in her mouth, soaking up the warmth as the intense rush faded.
When I finally returned to my damn body, Emily was still perched on her knees, fingers playing with her pussy. I doubted she’d come. The look in her eyes was too desperate. I eased out of her mouth, and she licked her red, swollen lips.
“Don’t do that or you’ll find my cock rammed down your throat again in the next few minutes.”
She shivered, hand still working between her legs.
“Stop.”
“Sam?”
“Get back on your bed. Lie down and bring your knees up, legs open wide.”
She bit her already puffy bottom lip and whimpered, so very close to her limit. But that was the idea. She was too far gone to resist. With shaky movements, she got to her feet and lay down with her legs spread exactly as I told her. I followed, but stood at the foot of her bed, my gaze glued to her exposed pussy.
“Sam?” Her voice was edged in trepidation, but I caught the trust, the willingness to do whatever I told her.
“One finger on your clit, circle it, l
ightly. You only come when I say you can.”
She frowned, but did as I said, slipping her hand between her legs, using one finger to rub her little clit. She moaned and arched into her own touch. I wanted to replace her hand with my cock, but this wasn’t the time.
“Use your other hand to play with your nipples. Whatever turns you on, but I’d suggest squeezing them tight. You liked it when I pinched them earlier.” When her legs started to close, I gripped her knees and spread them wider, earning a gasp as her hips rocked up. I slapped her outer thigh hard enough my hand stung. “Don’t you dare fucking close your legs. I want to watch you make yourself come.”
I put more pressure on her knees, forcing her to open even further, knowing her dancer’s body could take it. Her head tilted back, the column of her neck too fucking tempting. I leaned over her and wrapped one hand around her throat, tightening my grip until I knew each breath was a struggle but not impossible.
Her pulse pounded beneath my fingers. I slid my other hand along her inner thigh, brushing her fingers where she worked her clit. She gasped, her breaths turning raspy as she struggled against my hold. I added pressure to her finger at her clit, encouraging her to rub it harder, then dipped my own fingers lower, circling her entrance. With a kiss and a nip to where her shoulder met her neck, I slammed one finger into her, hard and as deep as I could. Her orgasm crashed into her instantly, her body rippling around my finger and a loud keening noise tearing through her lips.
“I’ve got you.” I kissed her neck, loosening my grip as I sucked on her throbbing pulse. “I’ve got you, Emily. I’m not letting you go.”
I repeated the words over and over, until she calmed, worn out body sagging beneath me. Like a boneless ragdoll, she didn’t say a word as I wrapped my arms around her, and shifted so we lay on our sides. Minutes later, she shivered, and I maneuvered enough to drag her duvet over us. Her shivers intensified at first, then melted away as she absorbed warmth from my body.
