Walking behind her, he massaged her bottom. The G-string she wore framed her buttocks perfectly and he slipped his finger beneath to run it down the slit of her buttocks. Her breath hitched, her body tensing before she sighed and settled into his touch.
He intended to get her so used to his touch that she came to crave it. Pulling his finger out, he brushed his hands up her thighs before leaning down to kiss her scars.
She shuddered, but he didn’t stop, placing small kisses over the entire area. When he’d covered as much of her scars as he could reach, he stood and moved her side, smacking his hand down on her smooth buttocks.
“Oh,” she cried out.
Brax smiled then spanked her other buttock. He cupped his hand over her bottom, loving her little cries and the way her cheeks blushed, heating beneath his hand. He ran his hands over her thighs, warming up the entire area. Stepping back, he looked down at his handiwork.
“How are you doing, baby?” he asked.
“G-good.”
Leaning around, he looked down at her face. She was breathing heavily, but her face was peaceful.
“What’s your safe word?”
“Red, Sir.”
His cock hardened at her husky voice. Shaking himself free from the fog of arousal surrounding him, Brax moved to his play bag which he’d placed on the floor. Opening it, he drew out a riding crop.
He brushed it over her body, flicking it lightly, making her jump. He waited until she settled down then flicked it again. Over and over, making sure he didn’t let it fall in the same place twice in a row. Cries fell from her mouth and he kept a close eye on her reactions.
When tears slipped down her cheeks, he stopped.
“You okay, baby?”
“Yes, Sir,” she replied.
“Give me a colour,” he demanded.
“Green.”
Good, because he was dying to use the paddle on her.
Putting the riding crop away, he grabbed the paddle he’d chosen for her. It was leather and softer than wood. He raised it up then smacked it down, careful not to put too much power into his swing. This was pleasure not punishment.
“Ohh.”
He continued on, loving the sound as leather met bottom. He covered her whole bottom in light taps until her buttocks glowed bright red. A sob slipped from her mouth
“Holly?” he queried.
“G-green,” she replied. But he needed to make certain. He pushed two fingers under her damp panties, encountering moist folds. Dear Lord, she was hot. Unable to help himself, he flicked her clit. Arching up, she let out a low cry, her whole body shuddering. Damn, she was close. Pulling on every inch of control he had, he pulled his fingers free and put the paddle away.
Moving quickly, because damn he wanted to hold her, Brax shoved her clothes into his play bag. Then grabbing some cooling gel and a blanket, he moved back to Holly. Pouring out some gel, he placed it on her burning bottom.
Holly hissed and tried to move away even though she was still tightly bound. Brax crooned to her under his breath until she settled with a sigh.
“Okay, baby, I’m going to help you up.”
She made no protest, her eyelids at half-mast as he untied her and helped her sit. Wrapping the blanket around her shoulders, he grabbed their stuff before leading her to a secluded couch. Sitting, he gathered her onto his lap, holding her tight.
Holly drifted back to reality to find her sore bottom resting painfully on a hard lap. She moved, trying to find some relief. Someone chuckled and she stiffened.
“Back with me, baby?” a deep voice rumbled.
She opened her eyes and looked around, confused for a moment. Then she realized they were still in the club—she could hear sounds of people moving around her, the occasional cry of pleasure or pain.
“What happened?”
“You drifted off for a moment,” he replied.
“My bottom hurts.” Whoops, she hadn’t meant to say that out loud.
Brax laughed. “I’m sure it does, baby. You did so well, I’m so proud of you.” Leaning down, he kissed her, taking her mouth with his until she was moving restlessly on his lap, uncaring about the pain radiating from her bottom.
“I want to take you home, now. Will you let me do that?”
“You’ll stay with me?” She felt vulnerable and she didn’t want to be apart from him. She needed to process what had just happened. She still couldn’t believe that she’d stripped off in front of strangers then spanked until she cried.
“You just try to keep me away,” he told her fiercely.
She snuggled into him.
“What are you thinking about?” He ran a thumb over her forehead, soothing the worry lines she could feel there.
“This feels a bit unreal. You being here, what happened tonight. I mean, I didn’t imagine that this is where tonight was going to end up.”
“I know what you mean. Did it all move a bit fast?”
“Maybe a little. I mean, I’m definitely not used to stripping off to my underwear and getting my butt spanked in front of a crowd.”
He tipped her face up. “I know that wasn’t easy. It wasn’t that easy for me, either.”
She scrunched up her face. “What was so hard about it for you? I mean, isn’t this what you normally do at these clubs?”
His lips twitched. She loved that she could make him laugh. He could be so serious, as though he carried the weight of the world around on his shoulders.
“Hard as it may be to believe, I don’t spend every night like this. When I do play, well… It was never with anyone I loved. I am extremely possessive of you. I have the urge to tuck you away where no one has access to you but me.”
She raised her brows. “Then why are we here?”
Yeah, she’d enjoyed giving control over to him, even having him spank her. But she didn’t need a crowd to do that.
Brax brushed her hair back off her face. “Because I wanted to show you how beautiful you are. You’re ashamed of your body, of your scars, but when I took over, when all you had to do was concentrate on me and what I demanded of you then you forgot all about that shame, about the people watching you, didn’t you?”
Holly tried to duck her head but he wouldn’t let her hide. She guessed the time for hiding was over. “So this was just a therapy session.” That vulnerable feeling in her stomach grew, bubbling.
“No, God, no. Don’t even think that. Yes, this was partly about helping you overcome some old demons—and I know that you’re not magically cured—but baby, don’t think for one moment that that is the only reason. I am here because I want you, because I’m miserable without you. I loved how you submitted to me so beautifully, so bravely. How you did what I asked even though it was difficult for you.”
“Asked?”
“All right, ordered.” His lips turned up again. “I loved watching those buttocks turn pink then red, hearing your breathy cries, pushing you harder than you probably thought you would go. But most of all, I loved the fact that you trusted me. That means more than anything else.”
Holly hugged him tight. “I love you,” she whispered.
He kissed her. “I love you, too.”
Chapter Ten
Holly led Brax into the guesthouse. He’d been silent during the drive and the longer the silence went on, the more nervous she’d become.
“Umm, would you like a drink?” she asked as they entered the living area. He glanced around. She had tried to inject a bit of color into the room with some pictures and cushions. But nearly everything in the guesthouse had been chosen by Derrick’s interior designer. She wondered what Brax thought of the place.
“A beer would be great if you have one.”
Brax looked down at the cream sofa. “That thing wouldn’t last five minutes around me.”
Holly grinned. “I know what you mean. I hardly ever sit on it; I’m too terrified about spilling something. The interior designer obviously didn’t think about things like that when she chose i
t.”
“So it’s not yours?” he asked.
Holly shook her head as she handed him a beer. They sat on the kitchen bar stools.
“No, I haven’t changed a lot in this room.”
They sat chatting for a while as they sipped on the cold beers and Holly found herself relaxing, her earlier worry fading.
Brax took the two empty bottles into the kitchen then returned, holding out his hand. “Time for bed, baby.”
With a deep breath, she took his hand and led him towards her room. She had redecorated this room herself in tiffany blue and cream. A large, king-sized bed dominated the room. Brax placed the small bag he’d brought in with him on the floor.
“Would you like to use the bathroom first?” she asked nervously. It had been a long time since she’d had a man in her bedroom. Not since Matt left her. She didn’t quite know what to do with herself.
Brax nodded and took his bag into the bathroom. She heard the sound of the shower running and took a moment to settle herself. What should she wear to bed? Not her flannel PJs, that was for sure. Did she have anything remotely sexy? And what about birth control? She’d gone off the pill and she didn’t have any condoms, should she go out and get some?
By the time she had thought this all through, the shower had been turned off and she only had a few moments to scramble around for an old night gown she’d bought years ago.
Brax exited the bathroom in his boxers and her breath caught as she stared at him. Wide shoulders led down to a firm chest and rippling abs. Every inch of him was strong, tanned and gorgeous.
“Bathroom’s all yours, baby,” he told her huskily as her gaze dropped to his boxers. They strained against his cock. She licked her lips.
“Holly, bathroom,” he told her more firmly, a hint of strain in his voice.
Holly fled into the bathroom, clutching her gown against her chest, hoping he didn’t see the way her nipples had stiffened. By the time she’d had a shower, moisturised every inch of her body, plucked her eyebrows and done everything else she could think of to delay going back into that bedroom, she was a mass of nerves.
“Stop it,” she told her reflection. “Stop being such a coward. Go out there and take what you want.”
“Holly, are you okay in there?”
She blushed. Damn, she hoped he hadn’t overheard her.
“Coming,” she called out. Stepping into the bedroom, she came to a stop. He seemed too masculine for her small bedroom. He lounged back in her bed, the covers pooling at his waist, his wide, muscular chest on display.
“I was starting to think I was going to have to come in there and get you.”
“Sorry,” she said shyly.
His gaze narrowed, taking in the gown she wore. It was long, reaching her ankles but with a split up each side.
“Take it off,” he growled.
Her eyes widened. “What?”
“Take the gown off. I want nothing between us in the bedroom.”
His voice brooked no disobedience. Tonight, he’d definitely taken the reins.
“In the bedroom, unless you’re ill, there will never be anything between us.”
“You have your boxers on,” she pointed out.
“Do I?” he asked silkily and she gulped. “Take the gown off, Holly. I won’t ask again.”
She didn’t think he’d really asked in the first place. But she drew the gown slowly off her body.
“And the panties.”
With a deep breath, she pulled down the last scrap of clothing hiding her from his piercing gaze. Raising her gaze, she looked at him. He watched with a focus that thrilled her. Her nipples grew into hard pebbles.
“You are so beautiful,” he told her. “Turn for me.”
She slowly moved around in a circle.
“God, Holly, I have dreamt of his moment. Yet none of my dreams even came close to this. Do you shave?” He was staring at her bare pussy.
“Wax,” she said.
“Why?” he asked sharply. “For your ex?”
“Ahh, no. For me. I like the way it feels.” She blushed. Be brave. Be honest.
His gaze grew darker. “Do you have any toys, baby?” he drawled.
Oh Lord, he really was leaving her with no secrets.
“Yes,” she whispered. “A vibrator.”
“Where is it?”
“In the bedside drawer. Brax,” she squealed, taking a step forward as he rolled over and opened the drawer.
“Stay still,” he ordered and she stopped, watching as he grabbed her pink vibrator. It had a rotating shaft and the small ears were designed to vibrate around her clit.
“Very nice. We’ll save that for another day.” He looked back up after putting the toy back and crooked a finger. “Come here.”
She stepped towards him, heart thundering in her ears. Brax held out his hand. “Don’t be afraid, baby. I would never do anything to hurt you. There’s only ever going to be pleasure in our bedroom. Well, maybe a bit of pain, but the sort I think you’ll like. Am I right?”
Nodding, Holly took his hand, knowing she was safe with him, knowing he would never harm her. He wasn’t Matt, he wouldn’t abandon her, wouldn’t ridicule her.
“Holly?” he questioned. Reaching over, he grabbed her around the waist and drew her onto his lap. “In this bed there is no room for anyone else but you and me, understand?”
She nodded.
“Good, now just to make certain you’re thinking of nothing but me…” He leaned down and took her mouth, taking her completely over. Shivers ran up and down her spine as he held her firmly, surrounding her in his strength.
Drawing back, he looked down at her. “You’re so sweet. I want to taste you all over.” He stood, placing her back on the bed. He kissed his way down her neck, over her breasts.
Her breath came in hard pants as she reached for him, running her hands over his shoulders as his hard shaft pressed against her thigh. Brax grabbed her hands, drawing them back over her head.
“Grab hold of the headboard and don’t let go.”
“You don’t want me to touch you?” she asked with a slight pout.
“Oh, believe me, I do. But right now I want to concentrate on you. Just you.”
That wasn’t something she was used to. Matt hadn’t been much for foreplay, he’d play a bit with her breasts, get her slightly interested before thrusting his way inside her. In the beginning, he’d been a more attentive lover, but as time went by their sex life had become boring and repetitive.
Suddenly, Brax pulled her legs straight up in the air, landing a smack to her buttocks.
“What did I say about other people being in this bed?”
“S-sorry,” she replied. “You’re just so different from Matt. He never really cared much about my pleasure.”
“Matt was an idiot. He didn’t know what he had or he would never have let you go. His loss, my gain. Now, do I have your full attention?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good.” He lowered her legs and kissed her, nipping at her bottom lip before continuing down to her breasts where he played with her nipples. She drew in a deep breath, fighting to hold her place in the onslaught of such delicious torture.
Brax kneeled between her legs, splitting them wide before lying on his stomach. He blew warm air over her slit, making her cry out. Using his fingers, he parted her lips.
“Wow, you’re beautiful.” He licked over her clit and she arched her back.
“Oh, oh.”
Then he stole her breath as he thrust his tongue deep inside her, claiming her.
She’d never felt anything like it. This was overwhelming. Pleasure washed over her in huge waves as every nerve ending in her body screamed with need. He flicked his thumb over her clit as he tongue-fucked her.
With a cry, the wave broke and orgasm swept over her, far harder and more intense than anything she’d felt before. Brax held her throughout, keeping her close, soothing her with soft words and even gentler touches.
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“Okay?” he asked when she’d regained some of her sanity.
“Oh yeah.” She grinned. “I think I could soon get addicted to that.”
His chest moved, rocking her up and down as he laughed. She rolled to his side, taking her first good lock at the large cock resting, fully erect against his stomach. He was large, really large. She swallowed heavily.
“Brax?”
“Hmm?”
“Can I touch you now?”
“Hell, yeah,” he rumbled with a smile, tucking his hands behind his head. “Touch all you like.”
She ran her hand over his chest, hesitant at first, but growing bolder as he lay still beneath her. Never had she seen a more attractive man. It was as though someone had stolen the image of her ideal man out of her head and made him real.
Holly kissed his nipples, licking delicately. Kneeling, she brushed her hands over his stomach and ran her finger down his cock. A quiet groan slipped past his lips and she glanced up at his face. His eyes were closed, his face tense.
“Brax?” she asked, concerned by how quiet he was.
“Touch me, please,” he near-begged. “I’m dying for you to touch me.”
Well now, that she could do. With pleasure. She grasped his shaft, delighting in the velvet feel of him.
“Feels so good.”
She moved her hand, slowly at first, but gaining speed as his breathing came quicker in harder, harsher pants.
“Damn, damn, damn.” Suddenly he rolled, drawing her beneath him. “I can’t last much longer, you’re killing me.”
His eyes were glittering with need. He reached between them, running his finger over her clit, flicking firmly until she was squirming.
“I need to be inside you.” Reaching over, he grabbed something off the bedside table. A condom. Thank God someone had their head screwed on. He pressed inside her, stretching her slowly. Holly tried to move closer. But he held her still, his hands firmly clasping her hips until he was fully seated within her.
Both of them were breathing heavily, sweat coating their bodies. Brax drew back, building up a rhythm. Holly drew her legs around his waist, pulling him in closer, meeting him thrust for thrust.
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