Mac forced himself to stop, though everything in him wanted to drive his finger home, to bury it in her hot little ass. Instead, he pulled her face against his shoulder and held her tightly against him. If he kept going she’d tear. Her muscles worked on his fingers, milking him. Begging him.
“Please,” she whispered, wiggling enticingly.
“You’ll tear if I do anymore,” he grunted, battling with his own desire.
“I don’t care.”
“I do.”
As it was, her ass was going to be a little raw, which he suspected, from what he’d seen so far, was going to keep her on the edge of arousal until she recovered. Just the thought of that had his cock jerking in his pants and his muscles gathered to drive his finger home.
“This is on my to-do list,” she argued, futilely trying to get more of what she wanted.
“I’m the one calling the shots,” he countered, “and I’ve said no.”
“Like hell.”
Her teeth sank into his shoulder. He winced and jerked her head back. Her expression was a mixture of desire, frustration and confusion. It was the last that stole his anger. He’d have to be very careful with her until she understood what she was asking for. What her limits were. She was such a baby at this. Incredibly passionate, mind-bogglingly eager, but very much a newbie, and as such it was up to him to set the parameters.
“You might as well settle down,” he told her, giving her head a little shake. “I will get around to fucking your ass, and when I do, it’ll be as hard and as deep as you can stand.” Her whole body shook convulsively at his statement and her lips parted for the hard rasping breaths that echoed in the room. Damn, she was a hot little thing, but before they went any further she needed to understand who was in charge. More importantly to accept it, otherwise she could drive them both into things neither was ready for. “But when I claim your ass, it’ll be on my terms. And my way.”
That got her attention. “I don’t have a say?”
“No.”
For a second, he thought she would argue, but she surprised him, coming at him from another angle. Her expression turned amazingly sweet as she cupped his erection in her palm, and rubbed it the way he’d taught her, the impact somewhat lessened by the material between her hand and his flesh, but damned erotic all the same.
“But couldn’t you just fuck it a little like you were before? Just for a while longer?” she suggested, all innocence.
He bit back a smile and removed her hand. “It’s a damned good thing you’ve got ‘getting spanked’ on that list because you sure as shit just earned one.”
She fell absolutely still. Her eyes went wide. He didn’t know if she was shocked or aroused. He suspected both. Jessie wanted to be mastered, had every intention of enjoying being mastered if her list was to be believed, but he’d bet his last hundred dollars she was in no way prepared for the reality of what that entailed. Though if she kept pushing him, she was about to get a lot closer to understanding it. He kissed her lips gently and hooked his thumbs in the waistband of her jeans. “These have got to come off.”
She stared at him, probably still wrestling with the spanking threat.
He tugged. “Lift up.”
In slow motion, she lifted her hips. He tugged the pants down, and left them at her knees, using them as restraints. She was wearing a garter belt. It was a sexy red number with lace and cutouts. And no underwear. Not even the tiniest of thongs. Oh yeah. He liked the way she thought.
He cocked an eyebrow at her. “I take it you were expecting a yes to your invitation?”
“I was hoping.” She bit her lip, then said, “About the spanking, I really think—”
“If you don’t want me adding on to that, I suggest you not mention it at all.” He traced the edge of the lace, his finger skirting the dainty cluster of curls topping her pussy. This close he couldn’t miss the beads of moisture caught on the inner curls or the sweet scent of her arousal. He leaned forward, wiggling his tongue in between the soft flesh of her inner thighs until he felt the hard bud of her clitoris. He rolled the juicy little nub around beneath his tongue. Her yelp preceded her hands sinking into his hair and pulling his head closer. Reaching up, he removed her fingers from his hair, and stood.
“These,” he squeezed her wrists lightly for emphasis before putting her palms on the counter beside her, “stay here.”
“But—”
He cut her off. “No buts. I told you I give the orders. If you want something, you ask for it, but do not try to take over. If you do, I’ll have to punish you.”
She looked frustrated enough to spit bullets. And also intrigued. Oh yeah, she was going to be hell on wheels in bed.
“You’re not turning out to be as much fun as I thought you’d be,” she muttered.
He smiled and kissed her lips. “That’s because you’re fighting me.”
“I’m not.”
He arched an eyebrow at her.
She had the grace to blush. “Well, maybe just a little.”
“Uh-huh.” He bent back toward her groin, wondering how long she’d hold out before testing his resolve.
She’d made it all of two seconds, before letting loose with a snide, “But I don’t see why you have to have it all your way.”
“Because we agreed on it,” he said on a sigh, scooping her off the counter. He probably should be shocked that she’d lasted that long. She was an impetuous little thing, he thought with an inner smile as he carried her across room. By the time she thought to struggle, he was seated in one of the kitchen chairs, and she was face down over his lap, her jeans bunched at her thighs, her hands pushing futilely at the floor, trying to get leverage. Her bare ass thrust at him with every wiggle. She was throwing threats before he got to the first slap.
“Mac Hollister, don’t you dare.”
He shook his head and smiled as he brought his hand down gently across both cheeks. She really was one for pushing. She gasped and froze. He left his hand where it landed.
“I’m going to dare a hell of a lot more than this,” he warned her as she shifted beneath his touch. She had the most delectable butt. Plump and firm, very white against the tan of his hand. Very tempting.
“You are?” She didn’t sound like she knew how to take that.
“Oh yeah.” He spanked her again for emphasis, keeping it light, letting her get used to the idea, watching as her ass jiggled under his touch.
“Oh God.”
“Did that feel good?” It sure as hell felt good to him.
The muscles of her abdomen dragged on his thighs as she spiked her body higher, positioning herself better. He rubbed his fingers over her left cheek. “Not good enough, Jessie. You have to ask me for what you want.”
She wiggled her butt from side to side.
He shook his head at her antics, and gave her a quick pinch in reprimand. “With words, Jessie. With words.”
She flopped down on his thighs. “You are so bossy.”
“Which you like, so what’s the problem?”
“It feels weird.”
“To ask for what you want?” He stroked his hand from the base of her spine to the back of her knees, enjoying the different textures on the way, smiling anew as goose bumps sprang up in the wake of his hand.
“To give up control,” she said with surprising honesty.
“Ah, honey girl, you gave that up the minute you sent me that to-do list. This is just accepting the reality of it.”
“Oh.”
“Just ‘oh’?”
Her chest flexed on the side of his thigh, and he realized she was nodding.
He wanted to kiss her right then so badly his gut ached. He settled for working his fingers between her legs and stroking her clit with the delicacy of a kiss. The muscles in her spine pulled taut with each pass of his fingers until she was braced across his thighs, her torso parallel to the floor. On the final pass, the muscles over her shoulder blades snapped into delineation and a fine sheen of sweat had her skin gliste
ning. “So honey girl, did that little spank feel good?”
Her “Yes” was a gasp of sound.
He kept stroking her as he asked, “Do you want to feel a whole lot better?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Was that little grunt supposed to be an answer?”
Her head arched back as he pinched her sensitive bud lightly.
“Yes.”
Mac did it again simply because there was something addictive about pleasing Jessie.
Her gasping “Yes!” let him know he was pleasing her very well. But not in the way she’d requested.
He reluctantly pulled his hand from her sweet flesh, letting his fingers drag up her body’s natural path, making sure to connect with everything on the way. His reward was that sexy little whimper of Jessie’s that could turn him rock-hard in a second. His cock made its own little whimper in the form of a jerk and a pulse, hungry for her.
Damn, she was potent.
“Then relax across my thighs.” Pressure between her shoulder blades had her collapsing against him. “Now just stay like that, honey girl, and let me make you feel good.”
Immediately, every muscle in her body pulled tight.
“There’s nothing to brace for, Jessie. I’m going to make this very, very good for you. Relax.”
He felt her internal struggle to do as he asked in the way her body tensed and shifted on his.
“Very, very good,” he drawled as his finger trailed from the base of her neck down her spine to tuck into the crease between her buttocks. He got another one of those high-pitched whimpers and the slow relaxation of her body into his.
“That’s right, just relax and let me make you feel good.”
His first smack was just a ghost of sensation, just a little teaser to prick her interest. She jerked as if he’d landed a full blow. He shook his head at the reaction even as he ghosted her again. She had a lot to learn about him, one of the things being he would never ever break her trust by hurting her. This time she didn’t jerk, just froze.
With the next slap he gave her enough to feel, to arch into, but not enough for pleasure. Her immediate protest and wiggle earned her a little more force on the next blow, and the next. Her butt began to blush pink, her breath began to come faster and every time he pulled his hand back she was pushing up in anticipation.
Damn, she was a hot little thing.
“Do you want more, Jessie?”
He didn’t have to ask her twice. “Yes!”
He gave it to her, this time shifting his focus a little lower down and doubling the force. She yelped and bucked, but when his hand came down again she was arching into it, her body reaching for what it wanted as her mind struggled to accept it. He gave her time, keeping the intensity even, the smacks regular until she lay acceptingly across his thighs, no longer fighting, taking her pleasure easily, her rhythmic pants of “Oh yes, oh yes” keeping his cock hard and aching.
Mac spanked her one last time and left his hand where it landed, feeling the heat from her skin, the shivers of ecstasy quivering beneath the firm flesh. She was so into the moment that it took her a few seconds to figure out he’d stopped. And when she did, her response was a shuddering, despairing moan as she held herself absolutely still on his lap, barely breathing. Waiting. Every muscle tense with eager anticipation.
Her butt was a delightful rose. He slipped a finger between her thighs. Her pussy was gushing juice. Slipping his finger between the satiny labia, he followed the natural groove until he found the hard nub of her clitoris, and rubbed slow circles around it until she sobbed and thrust back.
“Was that as good as your fantasies, Jessie?” he asked. “Do you want more?”
Her thighs pressed into his as she arched up in a silent invitation.
He shook his head. “Oh no, that’s not good enough. You have to tell me what you want. Whatever it is you want.” Her response was a sexy little whine followed by an equally sexy wiggle that had his cock wrenching for space within his jeans.
The press of his palm teased across her butt. “Do you want me to spank this sweet ass some more, honey girl?”
He had to wait through five heartbeats before Jessie gave him what he wanted.
“Please!”
That had been five seconds too long for him. He was throbbing with the need to give the type of spanking that hot little ass was begging for, and now that he could, he wasn’t hesitating. He immediately resumed his rhythm, the force the same as before, at least initially, but then he followed her body’s signals, adding more, giving her more, watching her ass turn pinker and her hands fist and release against the green ceramic tile.
After eight rapid slaps, he paused, his breath coming as harshly as hers, his excitement matching hers. His control only a little better. Again he reached between her legs, working down to her clitoris, finding it harder, more engorged. He circled it with his finger, making sure the calluses glided over the silken nub. She sobbed and squealed and shook, but she didn’t try to make him do what she wanted, which he approved. But she also didn’t tell him what she wanted. What she needed.
He sighed and shook his head. Stubborn little witch. He resumed her spanking, a little harder this time, covering one cheek and then the other. Her juices spilled onto his pants, soaking the material. And still he kept it up—watching, waiting. When her upper body was flushed red, her braid whipping across the floor as she begged and sobbed, he stopped. And waited. This time she didn’t need to be coaxed.
“Oh God, don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
“What do you want?” he asked, caressing her hot flesh. Her breath caught as he slipped his finger into the crease between her cheeks, following the pull of gravity down to her core. Her thick cream poured over his hand, a luxurious invitation for more. Mac gave it to her, dipping his finger in the copious fluid before centering it on her anus.
He could see how badly she wanted to move, force his hand. Her body shook with the effort to hold still. He rubbed the tender rosette.
“What do you want, Jessie?” he repeated, his voice harsh with his own need.
He waited for her answer, taunting the tightly clenched hole with a circular massage as he waited. She’d written that she wanted to be spanked until she came, and that was one fantasy he knew how to fulfill, but it would definitely be on his terms.
She finally whispered, “I need to come.”
He rewarded her honesty by pushing his finger into her tight channel to the first knuckle. Her high-pitched cry of satisfaction filled the room and was just as quickly followed by her moan of disappointment when he pulled out just as fast.
“How do you want to come?” he asked struggling to stay in control.
This time she didn’t answer. He didn’t repeat the question, just resumed spanking her, each blow a little harder than the last. His shredded control demanded the game come to an end soon. Finally, finally, she screamed, “Harder. I need it harder. Oh God. Spank me harder.”
He did, giving her two hard smacks. She went wild, writhing and screaming for more. And then she grabbed his ankle and tried to bite his calf through his jeans and boots.
“Oh yeah, honey girl, that’s it. Go wild. Bite me. Scream for me.”
She did, the sound and sensation muffled by his leg as she struggle to connect with him.
He shared her desire and her frustration. He wanted to feel those little teeth sinking into his skin. Feel her screams against his flesh. He slapped her buttocks harder than before, harder than he had planned on probably, a little of his control slipping away as her passion drove him past anyplace he’d been before.
Instead of protesting, she bit deeper, screamed louder. He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her upright. With one hand he held her in place, taking in how passion darkened her gaze, flushed her cheeks and had her teeth sinking into her lower lip. With the other he tore his shirt open and pulled her mouth against his chest.
“Bite me, honey girl. Let me feel those teeth. Let me feel how good I�
�m making you feel.”
She hesitated. He didn’t want her hesitant. He wanted her totally involved in her pleasure, mindlessly enjoying every primitive nuance, reveling in her naturally passionate nature. His palm connected with her buttock and thigh once, twice, three times, pressing her mouth against him, searching for the spot she needed, the force she needed, knowing he’d found it when she gasped against his chest, her breath an incendiary promise he couldn’t wait to collect on.
He stroked that spot over and over, groaning as her groin rubbed against his shaft in an unrelenting caress, increasing his determination. He tortured that sweet little spot with erotic stings of sensation until she wailed and went where he led, sinking her teeth into his chest, just above his nipple. A primitive growl of satisfaction rose up from his toes, riding the brutal sweep of lust that raced over his body as his flesh absorbed her scream and took her bite. Son of a bitch, that was good. Too good.
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