Page 39 of Wicked Design
He shook his head. “Eyes down, like a good sub.”
Fuck.Obeying, she squeezed her fists.
He swatted her cheeks. The crack rang through the room.
Nothing happened, and then the sting hit.
Her mouth fell open.
Instantly, he bent over her. “Was that too hard? Are you okay?”
Liquid heat had already replaced the mild hurt. “Gawd, yeah. Do it again. Harder, though.”
“You’re sure? My hand’s still tingling.”
She nodded. “I’ll let you know if it’s too much. Go on. Please. This is frigging awesome.”
His accelerated breathing said he agreed.
He assumed his Dom persona and strode to the right, the left, viewing her naked ass while slapping his hand against his palm. A steady beat that broke the quiet and increased her tension.
Next time they’d have to try a strap. She bet he’d be something wielding it.
He stepped from behind her and grasped her cuffed wrists.
She looked up.
“No making fists.” He squeezed her fingers. “You’ll accept what I do…you’ll welcome it.”
Her heart skipped several beats.
“Understand?”
She nodded. He was wasting his time as a tattoo artist. He should write erotic romances.
She loosened her fingers.
His arrogant smile made him seem bigger, more dangerous, all hers.
It took everything within her to keep from squealing in delight.
After fondling her breasts, he positioned himself at her side and smacked her ass several times in succession, each blow harder than the last.
The increasing stings surprised, but intense warmth followed, similar to booze heating her throat and belly, leaving her relaxed and weightless. “Again. Harder. Please.”
The sharp cracks and her gasps filled the room.
If she could have pumped her arms in ecstasy, she would have. “Damn.”
He stopped and snuggled his face to her neck. “Too much? You want me to stop? Keep going? Slower? Faster? Tell me.”
She liked his Dom but loved his real personality the best. Not that his sweet, gentle nature would keep her from wanting more of their fantasies. “Do what you have to.” She panted. “I’m your willing slave. My body is yours to take, to use, and enjoy for as long as you want.”
He made a noise more feral than human and stepped away.
Condoms flew past her face, as did the lube, and fell to the padded cushion. His clothes landed in various locations. He ripped a packet with his teeth and rolled the rubber over his rigid cock, giving her a stellar performance. Excitement intensified their respective fragrances. The scent of sex thickened the air.
He clasped her hip, his hand heavy and hot. “Spread your legs.”
