by Casea Major
He laughed, the cool, deep tone reverberating through her. “Behave, little kitten.” He lifted her from his knee and handed her a Kleenex. He stroked her behind, and with each touch, her body buzzed and begged for more. In spite of the pain and tears he’d caused or maybe because of them, she leaned over and stole a quick but deep kiss. And he let her.
Pulling from her lips, his voice rasped against her cheek. “Strip.” His fingers slid under the lace of her panties, and he stretched the fabric from her hip then let it pop back in place.
He leaned back in his chair and watched her reach around and unhook her bra. Seductively she lowered the straps, letting the thin lace fall free from her breasts. He licked his lips, and his chest rose and fell sharply. Her nipples perked and pebbled in the cool air of the room and under the scrutiny of his wolfish gaze.
His manner carried an air of maturity, but his body showed no signs of wear. The tan skin of his shoulders smoothed over a sculpted chest with just the right amount of hair nestled between his pectorals. He emanated masculinity, but his reserve spoke of power in check. Physically, he embodied her every secret fantasy. She closed her eyes, allowing the eroticism of the moment to overtake her.
He clenched his jaw and leaned forward in the chair as if about to spring. His enjoyment spurred her confidence. Freedom pumped through her veins. Feeling like a goddess in a striptease, she turned her back to him, slid the sexy thong from her waist and shimmied it to the floor. She bent in half, giving him a backside view to remember. A low growl left his throat, and his hands fisted as if it took all his will to restrain himself. She smiled, her body humming at the sound.
When she turned and met his gaze, her breath hitched. Her own passion burned inside her belly. Their chests rose and fell in rapid unison. She licked her lips. Dominic’s eyes sparkled with a devious gleam, and he stood suddenly, knocking over the chair.
Grabbing her wrists and cinching them with the silk ties, he forced her to the bed and tossed her on it. She gasped. Brute strength evident, he yanked her bound hands above her head and secured them to the wrought iron headboard. Taking two more ties, he spread her legs and bound each to its respective post on the footboard.
He hovered over her, invading her space and making her acutely aware of her vulnerability. The restraints didn’t hurt, but a whimper slid from her. Unaffected by her response, he kneeled between her legs and lowered his head to her core. Coming within a breath of her but not touching, he whistled a steady stream of air over her vagina. She whimpered again, but not from fear.
“Tell me what you want, kitten.”
Speak the words? A furious flush covered her from knees to head. She lay naked and spread eagled in front of him, but the idea of opening herself up to say what she wanted scared her shitless.
Jason had been a good man and lover, but had never allowed himself freedom from his inhibitions. Even though he knew she enjoyed oral sex—giving and receiving—he never liked it. He certainly would never have asked her to say the words out loud. He would’ve been mortified by the thought.
“I’m waiting, kitten. Your pleasure is only a word away. Tell me specifically what you want.” His whisper felt like an erotic breeze against her.
Her voice cracked. “I—I want oral sex.”
He grinned, his white teeth showing prominently in the flickering light, and nipped the inside of her thigh. “You do?” He spoke between each wet kiss he placed on her skin. “Well, that could mean a great many things. Give me step-by-step instructions.”
She strained to hear the quiet words, but all thought left when he licked her inner thigh from her knee all the way to her groin, slowly trailing his way across quivering flesh. Divine sensations fluttered low in her body. Not only the feel of his mouth between her legs, but also the thought she was participating in something so forbidden thrilled her.
He drove his heavenly tongue upward to her belly button, flicking and licking it. She arched her back, the sensuous feel of him sinking deep in her skin. Dipping his chest and rubbing it across her mound, he laid his head near her breast and drew her painfully erect nipple deep in his mouth.
He sucked and circled the tight bud. A shot of pleasure exploded in her. “Ahh. God, that feels good.”
He lifted his head. “Tell me what you want, kitten.”
“Your hands on my nipples are a good start, Sir.”
He made no move but stared down at her. “And what else?”
“Your mouth….” She turned her head from his steely gaze.
“My mouth, what?”
“Between my legs, Sir.”
“Oh. I see. Like this?” He placed his tongue on the farthest outside point of her vagina.
She gave him a half-grin. “No. More to the left.”
He went the complete opposite direction. On purpose.
“No.” Frustration laced her tone.
He frowned and paused.
“Sir.”
A hint of a smile touched his lips as he passed over her clit. She bucked up.
“Yes. Right there, Sir.”
“Oh. Did I inadvertently find something? How fortunate.”
She throbbed. Tension wound tight and the plea spilled from her lips, “Please, lick my pussy, Sir.” Holy fuck. She’d actually said it.
“Ahh. Now there’s something I can work with.” He lowered his head and drove his tongue in her, slowly weaving in and out, coming ever so close to her clitoris then backing away. She panted. The feel of him tasting her struck a vibrant chord and her inner muscles contracted, preparing for the release of all time.
He lifted his head and spoke with mock innocence. “Is this right? Is there some particular place and way you’d like to be pleasured? And the more enticing you make it sound the longer I’ll give you what you want.”
With the boldness of unadulterated wanting, she pushed her inhibitions down and tentatively spoke words she’d never uttered to another human being. “Pull the lips of my pussy open.” I can’t believe I just said that.
“And what else?”
“Tease my clit, Sir.”
“Tease your clit with…?”
The throbbing in her clit became unbearable. “Your tongue. Ohh, God. Lick it, circle it, suck it in your mouth, Sir.”
“With pleasure, kitten.”
He splayed her lower lips with his hand and just as she described, teased and tickled his tongue over her engorged bead. She drove her head back into the pillow and lifted her hips. With every stroke, she edged closer to orgasm. She whined and gyrated against him.
He lifted his head and looked at her. Her eyes rolled back in her head. Fuck. Why had he stopped? He pinched her nipple with his forefinger and thumb, rolling it back and forth. “Should I also be doing something like this?”
“Oh, yes, Sir. And please keep licking my clit.”
“For what purpose?” He lowered his head and flicked the sensitive bud, then lifted his head again.
She moaned. “Ah. I want to come.”
“Come?” He dropped back down and sucked in the glorious spot. Then just as quickly ceased.
She puffed out frustrated breaths. “You know. Climax. Orgasm, Sir.”
“And how do you want to come?”
“With your lips on my clit and your fingers in my cunt. I want to come hard against your face, Sir.”
He closed his eyes behind the mask. Drawing in a deep breath, he lowered his mouth over her exposed clit and sucked more urgently. His middle two fingers teased her opening, and she arched against him.
“Ahh. That’s it. Yes. Yes. Yes. I’m about to—”
He halted and raised his head.
“No. Don’t stop. Please don’t, Sir.” She pressed her head back into the mattress and tried to lift her hips to his face.
“Were you about to come?” He sat on the edge of the bed.
“I’m about to spontaneously combust, Sir.”
“Mmm…that sounds good, but I think I need a drink.”
Her eyes widened. “What?
” The words huffed out like she’d just finished her five mile run. “You bastard, get back here and finish what you started.” She pulled against the restraints.
A hard smack it the fleshy side of her thigh. “Sir is the appropriate response.”
She gasped but then shut her mouth.
He grinned impishly and took a long, slow drink of wine. “How do you think—what was his name again—felt when you showed up late or didn’t show up at all?”
A lump formed in her throat at the mention of him. “Jason. His name is Jason.”
“Right. Jason. You must not have loved him very much. Didn’t you say you missed his birthday party?”
Anger ignited, and her eyes narrowed. “You don’t have any idea how I felt about him.” I never said anything about the birthday party. Something kept niggling her about this mystery man but chaos ruled her mind. She couldn’t concentrate long enough to figure it out.
“Actions speak volumes Miss Manning, which is why we’re moving to the final phase of your punishment.”
Dominic picked up his paddle and slapped it hard against his hand. Her ass began to prickle again. He walked to the bed and laid the leather implement at her feet as he untied them. A shudder ran over her. That thing is going to hurt. Bad.
“Roll to your stomach.” No longer teasing, the hardness had returned to his tone. Her ass clenched, but her anger remained. He didn’t know a thing about her. What did he think this would accomplish other than the obvious?
He piled pillows under her pelvis and hips and knelt next to her. Her ass protruded in heart-stopping vulnerability. “Why didn’t you call him that night?”
Mel didn’t say anything. Truthfully, she couldn’t think of anything to say. Why hadn’t she called him?
The paddle came down in a hard slap against her ass. The sting reverberated through her. She whimpered when another landed, just as hard, and another. Then in a voice more severe than any blow, “Answer my question.”
“I d-don’t know. I-I was working.” Her sobs echoed over the loud cracks of the paddle that fell.
“Why didn’t you want to go home, Melody?” Smack!
“I was afraid. Oh! Please stop.” Pain pierced her bottom, but she couldn’t answer the questions.
He paused. “Do you want to use your safe word?”
She took a breath and shook her head.
Another crack. “Then address me properly. Why were you afraid?” Another smack.
“Oh, God! That hurts, Sir. P-Please.”
The slaps stopped. “Tell me why you were afraid, Melody.”
“I don’t know, Sir.”
Whack
She screamed, “Okay! Okay! He was going to propose!” She buried her head in the covers, unable to face the truth of her words or the revelation of her heart.
“You didn’t want to marry him? Why?”
The bed shook with her cries. Her voice broke. She begged, “P-Please don’t do this, S-Sir.”
Another hard crack slammed against her. “There are only two ways to stop this spanking. Tell me now! Why did you not want to marry Jason?” Whack!
“Because I was in love with my boss!”
She muffled her ragged sobs, burying her face in the bedding.
Chapter Five
Dominic Palmer threw the paddle across the room in disgust. He’d caused all of this. It was his fault she blamed herself. His fault her heart had broken.
He untied the bindings and slid them from her wrists. Then he gathered her up in his arms, rocking her back and forth. “Shh. It’s over now. You’re forgiven.”
Her hysterical tears eased to hiccupping sighs and whimpers. He held her tightly to his chest, and she clung to him.
“He’s married, and he’s not my boss anymore. I never wanted to admit….”
“Kitten, it’s all right.”
“I couldn’t tell Jason…. He was so good. I didn’t deserve him.”
“Melody, it’s not a matter of deserving. You were two different people, wanting two entirely different things. That doesn’t make either one of you wrong. And had it not happened, you could have ended up married to a guy you really liked, but never loved, because you didn’t want to hurt his feelings. Your subconscious wouldn’t let you make that choice.”
She raised her face and looked at him, her cheeks wet with tears. “How did you know?”
He wiped them with his thumbs. “I didn’t. I suspected.”
“But you knew how to draw out the information….”
“I’ve administered a few paddlings in my day.” He smiled. “They have a way of clearing the recipient’s mind and bringing the truth to the surface.”
A slight smile played across her face as he handed her a tissue and cupped her cheek. She nuzzled into him, and the soft warmth of her eased his nerves. “We don’t have to continue the evening, if you think you’ve had enough.”
With heavily lidded eyes, she looked up and purred, “You owe me several climaxes. Don’t think I’ll let you off that easily.”
She pressed her lips to his, and he latched on, molding their mouths together and taking possession of her as he’d wanted to so many times. The taste of her tears flavored his lips, and his heart banged against his ribs. Having been in love with her for months, could he go through with his plan? What if she rejected him?
The rhythmic pull of his kiss parted her lips and he thrust inside, deep and demanding. She yielded to the invasion. Desire shot through him, and his dick stood at attention. Not that it had ever deflated. From the moment he unzipped her dress and saw that godforsaken underwear—the same underwear that had haunted his dreams for months—his cock had strained against his pants. Bracing her shoulders, he pulled back.
“Tell me what you’re going to do to me.” The sound of her velvet voice slid over him.
“Let me see. First, I’ll lower my head between your legs.” She closed her eyes and swayed into him. He suppressed a grin and continued his barrage of dirty talk. “Spreading your silky thighs wide, I’ll lick your clit until you explode against my face. After that I’ll take the head of my cock—”
“Okay. Okay.” Her eyes fluttered closed and she fanned herself. “Let’s do it already.”
“In your room. I’ve had it specially prepared.” He kissed her cheek.
“Then take me to my room where you can make up for all the pain. I think you know what I want. And if not….” She whispered words in his ear that ricocheted in his chest and his dick twitched. Fuck!
Snatching a robe from the bath, he wrapped her in it and carried her to her room.
She unlocked the door with her key card, and he pushed it open with his foot. A gasp escaped her mouth. The hotel staff had done just as he’d asked. Candles flickered all around and rose petals covered the bed. He set her on her feet and slipped the robe from her.
Again lifting her in his arms, he carried her to the bed and laid her like a goddess over the red petals. She closed her eyes and luxuriated in the soft flowers. The sight of her naked on the bed filled him in a way he never imagined.
He loved her. In their time together at the firm, her work ethic and drive attracted him. As did her lush body and beautiful face. But her kindness shattered his reserve, breaking through the hardness years of corporate ladder climbing had built. No matter how gruff or foul his mood, she came with a smile and willing spirit to assist in any way he asked. How could he help but love her? Looking down on her, he blew out a heady breath. Was he finally about to realize his dreams to have her, to hold her, to claim her as his? He stripped from his clothes and joined her. “As promised, I am now going to claim your pussy with my mouth.”
He bent to suck her heavenly nipple. She moaned and smoothed her fingers over the scarf that covered his head. He licked the sweet bud until she arched her back. Moving to the other, he set his attentions on it, while he trailed his fingers down to her cunt.
Sucking and pulling on the nipple with his mouth, he slid his fingers into her wetness.
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“Oh, Dominic. Please taste me. I’m still throbbing.” Desperation echoed in her voice.
His cock twitched. He spread her legs before settling between them. This time no words needed to be spoken. All she had to do was receive. Cupping his hands on her thighs, he worked slow, lazy circles with his thumbs over her labia and lowered his head. God, he loved the sweet taste of her and the silky feel. He drove his tongue through the swollen slit, savoring how his mouth slid across the soft, hot flesh, slowly worshiping her. Licking and sucking. Adoring.
She moaned in ecstasy and pushed up against his face. Her breath came in labored pants and her cries escalated, hovering close to climax. He slid two fingers in her and stroked the tight channel. Circling and sucking her clitoris as she’d requested, he stirred her until she spasmed, quaking under him. But even as her clenching slowed, he continued to softly trail his tongue through her pussy, lightly brushing her clit with each pass. She sporadically jerked at his touch before she dropped her head back. “Mmm…that was the best orgasm ever.”
He moved next to her and gathered her against him. Warm flesh and perspiration melded. His mind spun to give her pleasure. He’d provided little of that so far, but change was coming.
Her face still flushed with the joy of climax, she reached her hands behind his head to untie the mask. “May I?”
How would she receive him? He tried to breathe, but it hitched in his throat. Trembling like a goddamn seventeen-year-old, he nodded.
She pulled the tie loose. The concealment fell to the bed.
Her face paled, as if she might pass out. “Nick?” As the revelation set in, she shoved away from him, slapping and kicking. “You bastard! You did this on purpose!” Crossing her arms over her chest, she jumped from the bed, frantically searching the floor for her robe.
His heart sank to the bottom of his gut. “Yes. I did this on purpose. So you would quit blaming yourself and realize how you felt.”
“Oh, God! And you’re married.” Her face pinched. She pointed an accusing finger at him. “You’re sick. You know that?”
“I’m not married, Mel.” He stood from the bed and approached her with tentative steps. She found the robe and retreated. Damn it. There were no arms open wide as he’d hoped. “I tried to put you out of my mind, but I found myself drawn to you, forcing projects on you to keep you near me…and away from home.”
