by Dakota Black
Breathing in and out, she fumbled with her wine glass. “I’m not who you think I am.”
“Then who are you?” She seemed to be questioning whether she could trust him. “Who are you, Amber? You already entrusted me with one secret today.”
“I could be out of my mind telling you.” Her laugh was nervous.
“What do you have to lose? I’m no one. Just a stranger working for you.”
“Good point,” she whispered then shored her shoulders. “A woman who craves darkness.”
“Darkness. You mean a man to control you, demand you follow his rules.” His cock was throbbing.
She gave him a wistful look. “Ridiculous. I’m a strong woman. That’s what I’m known for.”
“With deep, internal and very dark desires. There’s nothing wrong with that.” Camden was tingling all over. Suddenly more alive than he had been in years, he wanted to push away her steel casing, drawing the woman from inside.
“I don’t know what I’m saying. How can anyone love me or even begin to accept me?”
“Love is difficult. Love is also blind. The men you’ve been with before didn’t understand your needs like I do, and you have to learn to accept yourself first before anyone else will.” Taking a chance, he eased his glass down on the table and took hers from her hand, easing it down. Sliding closer, he kept his distance as well as his voice firm. “Ask me.”
She laughed and shook her head then laughed again. “For what I want?”
“For what you need, what you require.”
“I need…” Gulping air, she visible shivered, wringing her hands over and over again as if searching for the answer, yet already knowing the outcome. “I need a hard spanking.”
“Then ask.” He inched even closer. “Ask.”
Turning her head slowly, she opened her eyes wide, a telling expression, a moment of raw conviction settling in. “Please spank me. Give me some relief. Peace that I rarely know.”
Camden nodded. Peace. They both craved the very concept. “Then take my hand.”
She reached out, hesitating then grasped his fingers. “Are you sure?”
“I’m very certain. Are you? Can you trust me?” Her touch was enigmatic, and he was further drawn to her power.
“Yes. Yes, sir I can.”
“I’m glad.” He helped Amber to her feet and took both hands into his. “I won’t harm you, but the spankings will hurt as they very well should. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir and that’s exactly what I want. I know in my heart I can trust you. I don’t know why, but I can.” Amber laughed, the sound sultry and scattered. “It’s like we’ve known each other for years. It’s like I’ve wanted you for as long. I know that sound insane.”
Camden shook his head, the action slow and methodical. The words were chilling and so similar to ones Sarah had said years before. “Then we begin.”
Her single nod was one of acceptance, compliance. And eagerness.
“Remove your dress.” He took a step back, allowing their fingers to disengage and walked toward the dining room table. After studying the remaining dishes, he pushed everything toward one end. The clang and clamor as glasses and dishes clinked floated into the air, creating a series of intense tremors. Wrapping his hand around the crested edge of the hardback chair, he yanked. He could hear her strangled breath sounds, could feel her growing anticipation through every pore in his heated skin.
When he turned around, his mouth watered. The coloration of her skin, the way the light filtered over her copper colored hair, even her quivering lower lip was an incredible aphrodisiac. She was beautiful in an unassuming manner, her voluptuous breasts and thin waist as close to perfection as he’d seen. Instead of her haughty stance, she held one of chastisement. “Come here.”
Amber did as she was told, walking with careful steps in his direction. She still wore her panties, a slender slip of vibrant purple material, her cunt covered in lace.
“Hands by your sides.” He moved to within a few inches, savoring the quiet moment shared. His cravings were as dark as the ones she suggested or believed hers to be, but tonight was about something else entirely. Her submission, a calculated surrender was more important than his pleasure or his unfurling needs. Using both hands, he hovered them over her shoulders, not touching yet tracing her bones, every curve.
Her eyes wandered up and down, sparkling with her own significant level of lust, but there was more. Reverence, even respect for his comprehension of the woman buried inside.
He continued exploring, his skin tingling as she drew his fingers closer until the static electricity was palpable. When he lowered his hands to just away from her hips, he leaned down his head, whispering. “You’re going to learn to obey me.”
“Mmm… Yes, sir.” Her body began to sway, just slightly, just enough that a strand of hair fell into her eyes.
Camden dragged his fingertips across her stomach and back, sliding them under her panties, lowering them past her hips. After they dropped to the floor, he lifted her chin. “Spankings are meant to be handled naked. Never forget.”
She could only smile and clench her fists as she stepped out of her thong. Her nipples were hard, the stiff buds standing at full attention.
How he longed to suck them, to roll the tender flesh in his mouth. Not yet. He eased down on the chair, patting his lap.
Draping herself over his knees, she palmed the floor and opened her legs, as if knowing her place, as if anticipating his request.
He bit back a moan as his cock throbbed, pushing hard against his jeans. The anguish was brutal. “Forty with my hand.” As he brought his hand to his face, flexing open his fingers, he envisioned what could happen, what he wanted to have. If only they could both let go.
“Yes, sir.”
Smack! Crack!
The stinging in his hand was immediate, sweeping current down his entire spine, jetting into every muscle.
She shivered, one leg kicking out.
Pop! Slap!
A single moan pushed past her lips.
Crack! Whack! Slap! Pop!
He peppered her ass cheeks, one after the other, the rhythm almost too practiced.
Jerking up, she yelped as the slaps became harder. “Oh!”
Smack! Slap!
“Maintain position or I’ll tie you to the table.”
“Yes, sir,” Amber muttered.
Whack! Crack!
Dear God, his entire body was shaking, the adrenaline rush potent.
Pop! Slap!
“Oh, God!” Her moan was ragged, whispered.
Smack! Pop!
Concentrating on his breathing, he fell into a zone, one he hadn’t embraced in years. This moment, this woman and the experience was cathartic, freeing the man inside.
Slap! Crack!
When the forty were over, he wasted no time, placing her on the edge of the table and pushing her down. Leaning over, he planted his hands on either side of her head, bending his arms at the elbows and hovering just over her. “Mine for the taking.”
Amber licked her lips, the action provocative as she nodded.
All he had to do was tip his head.
“Yes, sir. Yours.”
“Better,” he growled before capturing her mouth, opening and closing his lips as he teased and tasted. He darted his tongue just inside then eased back into a standing position. “Arms over your head, legs spread wide.” He didn’t need to watch her or worry about her obedience. As he tugged the chair closer to the table, sitting down, he began to hum, a jazzy tune he enjoyed listening to. He pressed the palms of his hands against her inner thighs, pushing them out. “Beautiful and the perfect dessert.” He blew a single breath across her cunt, waiting for her reaction.
Jerking up, she arched her back and opened her legs even wider.
“Are you inviting me to the table?” He couldn’t resist.
“Yes, sir, for the feast.”
Chuckling, he continued humming as he rubbed his hand
s up and down her legs from her thighs to her knees, pressing kisses along her heated skin. The scent of her excitement was raw, full of need, but he was a patient man, preferring to savor his dessert before devouring. Dragging his tongue across the inside of her knee, he wanted nothing more than to please her.
Whimpering, Amber moved her head from side to side.
He licked down to the inside of her thigh then blew a swath of hot air across her pussy. All the while his fingers caressed, kneading her tender skin. He licked and kissed up the inside of her other thigh, extending her leg and kissing as far up as his position would allow. Every move was sensual, allowing him to take his time.
“God…” She clenched her hands together, her mouth pursed, her eyelids fluttering.
Damn, how he enjoyed watching her, but his hunger was rocketing off the charts, creating beads of sweat along his hairline. After licking down until his mouth was only inches from her sweet cunt, he growled savagely before pressing his lips on her pussy lips.
“Shit!” Her body began to shake.
He darted out his tongue, lapping drops of her cream. The taste was exquisite. Swirling his tongue around her clit, he pressed her legs open as wide as possible, allowing him complete access. He refused to miss a drop. After sliding his tongue up and down the length of her pussy, he concentrated on making her clit swollen, ripe with need.
She was panting, her body bucking. “Oh… oh, oh.”
Grunting, he buried his face into her cunt, wiggling back and forth until his face was slickened, his mouth filled with her juice. He crawled his fingers up her thighs until he was able to drive several into her pussy, moving alongside his tongue. In and out he thrust, moving harder and faster as she jerked up from the table.
“Mmm…!” Amber was struggling to keep her arms in position and her skin glistened from perspiration as well as excitement.
Camden wanted her to experience utter bliss, falling into her own surreal state. And so, he continued licking and sucking, driving his flexed fingers deep inside. He kept his eyes glued to her, taking in every nuance, the way her body writhed, her face contorted. His cock ached like a son of a bitch, but he refused to stop. He pumped and licked, alternating as she flailed, her hands knocking off silverware and napkins, tossing them to the floor.
“I’m going to… I can’t…” Amber’s words trailed off.
“Not yet, my sweet. You need to wait.” After a few additional seconds, he wrapped his arms around her legs, jerking her down until her ass was off the table. He shoved his face into her pussy as he ran his fingers up and down the crack of her ass several times, finally wigging them between her reddened cheeks. He knew she couldn’t hold back much longer. The moment he thrust two fingers into her asshole, she slapped one hand down on the table.
“God!”
“Come for me. Come!”
She panted several times then flung her arms by her sides and jerked up, her head back, her mouth open wide. “Oooohhh!”
As the climax crested, her body shaking, he licked up every drop, grunting like an animal. When she relaxed, laying listlessly, her head lolling, he pushed back the chair with a hard shove and stood, leaving her legs dangling. “We aren’t finished with your punishment.”
Breathless, she nodded and gave him a slight smile.
Camden slowly unfastened his belt, his mind reeling with possibilities. He was having difficulty breathing as he pulled the leather strap through the loops.
She was watching, unmoving, her eyes glassy.
He folded the belt and snapped the end then moved closer. She was the kind of woman who required a severe spanking. Of that he had no doubt. “Lift your legs. Keep them together.”
As if knowing what kind of spanking she was going to receive, she lifted them straight, placing her hands under her knees.
After placing his hand on the back of her thighs, he brushed the belt against her skin until she shuddered. “Twenty.”
“Yes, sir.”
Crack!
“Oh!”
The single snap of his wrist brought another round of sweat. The mark was instant, creating a welt, a mark.
His mark.
He inhaled and pulled back his arm.
Pop! Slap!
The smack hit her exactly where he desired.
Smack! Crack!
“Fuck!” Whimpering she rolled her body from side to side.
“None of that,” he whispered, the tone harsh.
Pop! Slap!
Amber blew out, her fingers digging into her skin.
Smack! Crack!
With every hard strike, he was driven into another state of mind, the electricity bouncing off his heart. “Two more.” He could no longer recognize his voice.
Pop! Smack!
Shaking, Camden dropped the belt and brushed both hands through his hair.
She bent her knees and gulped for air as she reached out for him, her fingers dancing as she attempted to touch.
Intertwining their fingers together, he moved closer, rubbing the back of his fingers across her shimmering cheek. “You did very well.”
“Thank you, sir.” She bit her lower lip and freed her hand, dipping the tips of her fingers past his waistband. “I just…”
“What? Say it?”
“I never let go, not with anyone.” Amber’s words were little more than a whisper.
They were also very sad, as if she’d never known a true lover, one who could also be her Master. “I want to share everything with you. Will you let me?”
She gave him a half smile, her eyes narrowing. “Everything. I like the sound of that. And yes.”
He undressed and stood over her, his hand wrapped around the base of his cock. “I’m going to fuck you but only after you show me what you crave.” He knew the sound of his words were commanding, could tell she was drawn into her own need to satisfy his every desire. He took several steps away and pumped his dick, moving his hand up and down, creating painful friction.
“Mmm… That should be my mouth.”
“It should?” Twisting his hand, he shuddered as the pressure continued to build. He took another few steps away, growling as the sensations became intense.
“Oh, yes.” Easing off the table, she dropped to her knees, crawling forward, purring as she inched closer.
He remained where he was as she slipped between his legs, hunkering over as her hands caressed his feet, one then the other. He opened his legs wider and wiped his mouth, savoring her sweet flavor.
Amber pressed kisses along his leg, moving up ever so slowly, her eyes never leaving his.
Every muscle tensed, anticipation of her hot, wet mouth driving him to an anxious state. “Mmm… I love the feel of your hands.”
“Not my lips?” she whispered and moved up further, nipping at the tender flesh on the inside of his thighs. Her hands continued to knead, caressing, her fingers swirling as they touched.
“Your lips are the best part. Now, suck me.”
A deep chuckle escaped her mouth as she crawled further in between his legs. She darted out her tongue, licking around his swollen sac.
Closing his eyes, he moaned and tipped back his head. He placed one hand on her cheek, fingering her skin. He was going to explode if she didn’t suck him soon.
She rolled his testicles between her fingers as she breathed across the base of his cock. Taking a ball into her mouth, she moved her tongue back and forth as she squeezed with her hand, issuing enough pressure his legs began to shake.
“Shit…”
As if encouraged, she licked up the underside of his shaft, swirling her tongue around his cockhead.
His balls ached, so swollen, the pressure was intense.
She dragged her tongue across his sensitive slit then took the tip of his cock into her mouth, using her strong jaw muscles to suck.
“Fuck. Fuck!”
Purring, she took him down an inch at a time, her tongue twirling, her mouth sucking. She continued to fondle his testic
les, rolling them through her fingers.
This was as close to heaven as a man should ever get. Dropping his head, he planted both hands on top of her head, pushing down. As she sucked harder, moving up and down in a methodical manner, he was forced onto the balls of his feet. “Jesus. So hot.”
She took his dick in another inch, then another until she gagged, but only once. Panting around the thick invasion, she clamped down again and pushed his shaft all the way inside, the tip hitting the back of her throat.
Shaking, he held her in place for several seconds then began to pump into her mouth. “Drop your arms.” The sound was guttural, the tone demanding.
Obeying instantly, she kept her hands at her sides, her eyes pinned on him as he face-fucked her, thrusting harder and faster.
“Yes. Damn hot.”
She remained in position as he struggled to keep going, his leg muscles tensing.
“I want you to… suck me dry,” he panted, his body undulating, but he wanted more. He would have all of her. When he knew he could come at any second, he pulled out completely, almost stumbling backward. “We aren’t finished.”
The look on her face was carnal, her eyes unfocused. “Yes, sir.”
Sliding his hands under her arms, he yanked her to a standing position then walked them toward the chair. In one move, he sat down with a hard thud and yanked her on top, impaling her pussy.
“Fuck!” She gripped the back of the chair, her breath skipping. “So big.”
“So tight,” he murmured and gripped her hips, pulling her up until the tip was just inside. His eyes twinkling, he yanked her down, the sound of her bruised ass hitting his legs driving him to the point of a climax. Holding back, he eased one hand to her breast, cupping and squeezing. “Ride me.”
“I thought you’d never ask.” She rocked forward, holding the stance until he pinched her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “Ooohhh…”
“Obey me,” he whispered and cupped her other breast, caressing and kneading as he continued to twist her nipple.
