I lit the oil burner, full of the frangipani oil and soon the room started to fill with the exotic sensual fragrance. Summer took deep breaths of it. She was looking more relaxed, which was good. I, on the other hand, was as tense as anything. I needed to come and soon. Fourteen months without being able to bury myself in her succulent cunt, and I’d had her here for hours without doing so? I deserved a fucking medal. I grabbed the small bowl of chocolate, which I’d melted earlier and coated my fingers with it, holding them in front of her. She sniffed, delicately, then smiled as she recognised the smell and lifted her head to find them, licking and sucking them clean. I did it a few times, she needed the sugar for energy, because when I finally sank into her, I planned on making it last. I smeared some chocolate on her nipples, and took my time licking it off, savouring the sweet taste and the scent of her skin as she whimpered and thrust her shoulders back, trying to get me to take more of her breasts into my mouth, to be more vigorous. She didn’t always like it delicate and sweet, my angel had a wild and raw side. I saw her open and close her mouth a few times, then bite on her lip.
‘You want to ask me a question?’ I enquired.
‘Yes, Sir.’
‘Ask away.’
‘I loved the smell of the oil and chocolate, but I’d really love to smell you, or even better taste you.’
‘Would you now,’ I chuckled. I held myself up over her and tilted my head so that my neck was close to her face. I heard her take in a deep breath, then I groaned myself as she lifted her head and kissed me. She kissed me again, the heat of her breath and her moist lips making my skin tingle. When she bit and gently sucked I had to quickly pull away, her biting like that brought out my primal side, and she definitely wasn’t ready for that. I moved up and straddled her chest, in desperate need of some attention to my throbbing cock. ‘Open wide, angel,’ I advised, as I coated it in the warm chocolate and fed it to her. I sucked my fingers clean, then gripped the hair on each side of her head as I slowly slid myself in and out of her mouth. Damn it, her tongue worked with the skill of a Turkish carpet weaver. I closed my eyes, my jaw dropping when the stimulation I was receiving ran all the way up my spine. I lost track of time as I let her work on me, but quickly pulled out when my cock tingled with that spidey sense, my thirty second warning. ‘How was that?’ I growled, as I squeezed the head of my cock, to stop myself from coming.
‘Sweet and salt combined. Delicious, Sir,’ she smiled, as her cheeks coloured again.
‘Do you know what comes next?’ I asked, my voice having taken on a huskier tone than normal, knowing that my reward was nearly in sight.
‘If it’s not me, then I’m hoping sight and touch at the same time, Sir,’ she smiled. ‘Especially now that I know you’re naked.’
‘Touch first,’ I confirmed, as I shifted and flipped her over, back onto her stomach, chuckling as she let out a groan of frustration. After sweeping her long hair out of the way again, I tipped some of the melted Frangipani oil into my cupped palm, then rubbed my hands together and started to work on her shoulders and neck. She sighed with pleasure and wriggled to get more comfortable. When I asked her for her answer in the morning, no way was she going to say no to me after this, it was going to be a resounding yes. I’d never been so sure of anything in my life. We’d be able to do this whenever we wanted, and the thought made my stomach warm and my heart soar, not to mention what it did to my already frustrated and over stiff cock. I worked my way down her back, then moved to straddle her ankles as I dug my fingers into her peachy, biteable backside, applying plenty of oil, which I took great delight massaging in. She had the sexiest arse I’d ever seen and the thought that one day, soon I hoped, I’d get to claim it, had me shudder with pleasure. I finished massaging her legs and smirked to myself as I raised my hand and firmly spanked one of her cheeks, the oil giving more depth and resonance to the crack that emanated from under my palm. She jolted and let out a scream of surprise and twisted her head. I could feel the glare piercing through her silk blindfold and grinned with wicked delight. I adored her feistiness. She’d come such a long way from that sweet virgin I’d met so long ago. ‘I warned you. I counted fourteen infractions.’
‘What infractions?’ she protested, with a pout, as I massaged her cheek.
‘Speaking without permission, like you just did now, earning you another spank, and not calling me, Sir. I take this very seriously, angel, as should you in future. You’ll soon learn though, or maybe you enjoy being spanked so much you’ll either deliberately flaunt my rules to force me, or you’ll beg me to do it.’
‘Like hell I will,’ she uttered and yelped as I smacked her on the other cheek.
‘And there was another. Sixteen in total, or would you like to interrupt and make it more?’ I was secretly begging her to, but she bit her lower lip and buried her face in the pillow. ‘So, as you’ve already had two of them, I want you to count the remaining fourteen as I give them to you,’ I ordered. She gave a slight, almost indiscernible nod and I decided two sharp fast spanks at a time, one on each cheek in rapid succession would be best.
‘One, two, Sir,’ she mumbled into the pillow.
‘Turn your head, I want to see your face as well as hear you count properly,’ I demanded. Damn it, if it didn’t make my cock surge at the thought. She did as she was told, so I laid another two on her, delighting in the fact that she hadn’t used her safe words and that her pale skin was starting to colour.
‘Three, four, Sir,’ she cried, in a higher pitched tone, and tensed her backside.
‘Don’t, it will make the pain worse. Relax them,’ I advised, as I gently soothed her cheeks with my palms and thumbs, waiting for her to comply before heating her up with another two.
‘Five, six, Sir,’ she whimpered. Then ‘Seven, eight, Sir,’ and ‘Nine, ten, Sir,’ the latter of which was spoken in a low moan.
‘You know what to say if you need to don’t you, angel?’ I asked, as I brushed my lips over hers. She bit her lip and nodded, which I took as a sign that she wasn’t going to be defeated, so I straightened up and applied the penultimate two, putting a little more power into them.
‘Eleven, twelve, Sir,’ she groaned, her voice having taken on a husky tone, as she kicked her feet up and down. I noticed that her fingers were gripping the pillow under her restrained hands. She was fighting the urge to give in. She wanted to please me. I smiled, she really had no idea how much she already had.
‘Last two to go, I’m so proud of you. You’re my warrior angel, taking whatever I give you,’ I happily observed. I’d held back on the previous spanks, but she needed to know the worst it could be. I’d never hit her bottom to bruise it, but that delicious shade of pink or red was what I aimed for. I knew just the right amount of pressure to apply for the pain to be balanced against the pleasure of it, and despite her contorted face as I was doing it, her little breathy moans and heated cries belied the faces she was pulling. I’d learned adding oil really helped, in terms of the heating effect as well as the most satisfying of noises, so I applied more before cracking the last two on her.
‘Lucas,’ she called out, as her fingers nearly bore a hole in the pillow. I was tempted to give her another for not calling me Sir again, but I loved hearing my name roll off her lips and the hot pink hue that was currently colouring her cheeks was reward enough. I gently rubbed them, as I took pleasure in the sight below me, then leaned down and kissed each of them gently and felt her quiver. I moved to lie across her back, reached up and smothered her hands with my own, as I kissed a few stray tears on her cheek away.
‘Why the tears?’
‘Because you’re spanking me and … and …’ her voice trailed off.
‘You liked it,’ I whispered, as a smile of satisfaction crept across my face. I kissed the corner of her mouth, feeling beyond ecstatic, even before she confirmed my assessment with a nod. More tears started to flow from under the blindfold, so I kissed her properly, joy flowing through my veins. I’d known it that
first night with her, that she was my perfect match, but this had just confirmed it. I was never letting this woman go. ‘O, angel. Don’t cry. You wouldn’t believe how many women out there love it. There’s nothing wrong with anything a couple does behind closed doors, as long as they both enjoy it. Watching your cheeks wobble, that colour coming to the surface, it turns me on so much and you have no idea how hard my cock is for you right now.’
‘I do, because it’s currently pressing against my rather sore bottom, Sir,’ she sniffed. I chuckled and kissed her again, then leapt up. I decided against using the wax, she’d done so well her first time, I didn’t want to push it. Instead I grabbed the facecloth I’d put on the tray and dipped it into the virtually melted bowl of ice cubes, wrung it out and applied it to her cheeks. You could almost hear the sizzle of the water as it touched her hot skin, and she moaned again as I gently circled the cool damp cloth over her, then tossed it aside.
‘Spread your legs,’ I ordered and smiled as she did as she was told. I dipped the tip of my index finger inside her and groaned at the same time as she did. ‘You definitely liked being spanked. I’ll have to do it on a regular basis.’ I undid her restraints, then her bra clasps, letting my fingertips gently sweep across her skin, then flipped her around, onto her back again, hearing her hiss as the sheets connected with her reddened cheeks. I slid the straps of her bra down her arms and tossed it out of the way. Her perfectly formed breasts rose up from her chest like rounded sand dunes, her nipples pink, full and pert, perfectly centred. I cupped a breast in each hand as her chest rose and fell, then lowered my mouth to kiss and gently bite each one. ‘Now, we move onto sight.’
Summer
I held my breath as he lavished attention to my aching breasts. I thought I’d wanted him badly the first few times we’d had sex, but nothing compared to the need that was currently clawing at my insides. I felt drugged on endorphins, totally spaced out on the rush that was coursing through my veins, each touch, however hot, cold, hard or gentle, just amplified my pleasure and desire for him. For Lucas Steel. I hadn’t been sure I could ever get used to calling him Lucas, I’d lost my virginity to Logan, spent another night with Logan for my premiere and those nights held such special memories for me. I’d fallen for Logan Steele. Lucas though, he was the man who’d spent the last fourteen months getting to know me, being my friend, my support, my trainer. He’d never once put any pressure on me to sleep with him, though I’d seen through some of his attempted seduction tactics, much to his mortification. While Logan had dazzled me, Lucas had stolen a part of my heart. I hated being apart from him, I got excited each time I was about to see him, and now
this ? I’d thought him making love to me, or fucking me, as he had in the past, had been mind blowing, but him all in the zone, being dominant? Wow. Sucking on him, when I had my hands cuffed behind my back as he’d towered over me in his suit, his handsome face looking down at me, had been heady. Being restrained, not knowing what was coming next? I’d loved it. But now I’d had enough, I’d been patient for long enough. I didn’t want any more games or teasing. I wanted him, inside me. I wanted to cling to him, to bite him, to pull his hair, grip his firm bottom, kiss his chest and those sculpted abs and most of all to touch that beautiful cock with my hands. I felt him climb off me and his hands slip under my head as he carefully undid the blindfold. I kept my eyes shut as it slithered away, then carefully opened them, squinting as I grew accustomed to the dimly candle lit room.
‘Hello, beautiful,’ he smiled.
‘Lucas,’ I whispered, full of emotion, as I saw him standing at the bottom of the bed and I propped myself up on my elbows. He stood with his hands on his hips, his fingers angled down towards that enormous erection of his. I gulped as I studied him, I hadn’t seen him naked in forever and the sight most definitely didn’t disappoint.
‘How many times do I need to remind you, Summer? In this room it’s always, Sir,’ he advised, as he cocked his head, power radiating from those shining eyes of his. ‘I’m Lucas in my bedroom or anywhere else, here I’m Sir.’
‘Yes, Sir,’ I nodded, as I licked my lips while my eyes roved all over his fit body. He was insanely toned, beautifully toned. I wasn’t into guys with muscles that were so large they were out of proportion with their body, where veins bulged to the point of popping. Lucas was simply the personification of perfection, even without his gorgeous face, or those clear slate grey eyes, which were currently burning into me as he scanned my body too. What was he waiting for? His cock was quivering and flexing, he was obviously ready. I held his gaze as my breaths got shorter and faster, the anticipation was killing me as the air between us shimmered and the heat in the room intensified. You could practically see the electricity arcing between us. I squealed as he suddenly lunged forwards, throwing himself on top of me, his fingers weaving into my hair as he kissed me wildly. I reached up and grasped the back of his head with one hand, as the other slid down his back to grip his firm backside and squeeze, at last. His skin was so warm, so soft to touch, yet so firm at the same time. We rolled back and forth on the bed, our hands grasping and needy, I managed to curl my fingers tightly around his large shaft for a second, before he yanked them away.
‘Damn it, Summer,’ he groaned between thrusts of his tongue into my mouth. ‘I’ve never wanted anyone so badly. I wanted to prolong it, spend hours teasing you, making you come again and again before I fucked you, but I can’t wait. It’s going to be hard, fast and raw. Tell me you’re ok with that? I promise to make it up to you later.’
‘Yes, Sir,’ I confirmed eagerly, and he quickly tipped me onto my back. I ignored the chaffing of my skin on the bedclothes and parted my thighs, letting him nestle down between them, as we continued to kiss like it was our first time. My best friend, Mandy, had asked me if it bothered me that I’d never had sex with anyone but Lucas. She was the only one who knew that he was actually the infamous Logan Steele. I’d replied that it didn’t. I really didn’t care if anyone could make me feel even better than he had, because the way he made me feel was … I didn’t even have words. I sincerely doubted anyone could be better and I had no plans to find out. I felt him reach down to angle himself against my clenching opening and took a deep breath. Finally, this was it. He stopped kissing me and moved to brush his lips up and down my neck, as he slammed into me with the force of a hurricane, threatening to lay waste to anything in its path. I screamed with shock as my muscles screamed in protest. Damn it, he was so large I felt ridiculously stretched. He groaned and I buried my face in his neck, biting down hard on his shoulder to try and muffle the sobs of mixed pain and pleasure trying to escape.
‘Angel, try and relax, remember how good it felt after you got through the pain last time,’ he murmured against my ear, as he drew back and thrust inside me again. I let go of his hair and reached down to grip the back of his shoulder instead, wrapping my legs around his slim hips, opening myself up to him, hoping it would ease the pressure. It only let him dive in further, making me sob and bite him again. ‘Kiss me, kiss me to take your mind off it,’ he demanded. ‘You have no idea how good it feels for me, to be inside you without a condom, to feel your tight warmth holding me. I don’t want to hurt you, Summer, but I don’t want to stop either. Kiss me, let me distract you, now.’
I did as I was told and he surprised me with soft gentle kisses, as he slowed his thrusts down. I whimpered into his mouth as he started to coax soft moans of pleasure from me. He’d got me so excited that I was more than lubricated enough for him to slide in and out, my muscles just needed that encouragement to relax, to accept that him being inside me was natural. I focussed on my memories of the last time we’d had sex, how enjoyable it had been and quickly groaned as his pelvis bumped against my clit on an inward thrust. The pain was slowly being saturated by feelings of bliss, of drugged up intoxication. I wasn’t a Logan addict anymore, I was a Lucas addict. Sod Man of Steel, he could star in Rod of Steel. Mandy had grown frustrated at my lack of ability to descr
ibe just how large Logan was, I had no idea if he was considered small, average or large, I’d never seen another one before. I knew for sure that I didn’t ever want a larger one near me. If I had a limit, Lucas was it. She’d gone and purchased the biggest cucumber she could find and had demanded I cut it to size. Her eyes had nearly popped out of their sockets when I held up the approximation. I’d giggled as she said she was taking it home to play with. Apparently he wasn’t normal. Apparently it was “Fucking ginormous.” She’d even called me a lucky bitch. As a feeling of warmth started to spread through my body, my toes curled and a tingle started to creep up my spine, I was inclined to agree. I was a very, very, lucky bitch indeed. My grip on his shoulder started to slip, so I slid my hand down his damp back to clutch his other buttock, my short nails digging in as he picked up speed. I released my teeth from his shoulder and cried out, again and again, which had him groan in return, as the heat between us rising as high as my cries of delight. I wasn’t sure how much more my poor senses could take, he was surrounding me, I was drowning in him and the sheer pleasure he was bringing to my seriously aroused body.
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