Page 134 of Finding Us
“The boots stay on,” he grumbles. He manages to get them down to my ankles, and when I step out of them, they get tossed with the rest of my clothes. “Lay across my legs.”
“You’re seriously going to spank me?”
“Absolutely.”
“But I don’t want you to.”
“Next time you decide it’s a good idea to perform on stage in front of a room full of men dressed in next to nothing, you best remember this moment.” He rests his open hand on his thigh, tapping it twice. Against my better judgment, and because he brings out my submissive side, I do as he asks. The moment he lays his hand on one of my cheeks, I tense. “Relax,” he says, lightly rubbing his palm over my flesh.
“That’s easy for you to say, you’re not the one about to get hit.”
“I’m going to spank you, not hit you, Red.”
“There’s a difference?”
“Yes, and if you relax you might even enjoy this.”
“Hah!”
“Spread your legs a little.”
Again, I follow his command. When his fingers dip in between my thighs, I whimper. He runs them back and forth before slapping the tips of his digits against my clit. The force of it has me moaning. Is this what he meant by a spanking? If it is, I can definitely get on board.
His hand moves back to my butt cheeks as he rubs and lightly squeezes. He continues to do this, moving between my legs and sliding his fingers through my arousal, tapping my clit, then returning to massage my arse. Within minutes he has me withering on his lap. I’m so turned-on and climbing higher with each pass.
“So wet for me,” he groans, pushing a finger inside. I spread my legs a little wider because I need more. He withdraws, dragging the tip backwards and pausing at my puckered hole. He runs the tip of his digit around it, and I can’t stop the moan that falls from my lips. “I’m going to take this arse one day.”
“And pigs might fly.”
I feel his body vibrate with laughter. “I can assure you, Red, when the time comes, you’ll be begging for it.” The way my body so easily submits to him, I don’t doubt it, but I keep that thought to myself.
He returns to my clit, circling it a few times, and I’m about to burst at the seams. He taps it, draws his fingers back, and dips two inside me this time, crooking them to reach my G-spot. I cry out from the pleasure it brings, but just when I’m about to come, he withdraws. I feel like I’m embroiled in some kind of erotic torture. Every time I’m about to fall over the edge, he denies me. Is this what he meant when he talked about punishment?
This time when he moves to my back passage, he adds more pressure, but doesn’t go any further. I’m not going to lie; it feels so good that a part of me wishes he would.
His attention returns to my cheeks, as he palms them in his big strong hands, and thenwhack, the bastard spanks me. The sting that follows makes me yelp. “Good girl,” he coos as he soothes the area with his palm. “Your arse looks divine pinkened with my hand print.”
“I wonder if I’ll say something similar after I’ve blackened your eye with my fist?”
He barks out a laugh. “You kill me, Red.”
“I’m contemplating it after that.”
Whack. He smacks me again.
When I go to rise, he places his free hand in the centre of my back, halting me. “I’m not finished with you yet.”
I part my lips to argue, but my words are replaced by a moan when he slides his fingers back inside me. This time he doesn’t withdraw, and when my orgasm finally hits, the intensity has my back arching off his lap.
Mason waits until I’ve ridden my last wave before he lifts me up and places me on the bed beside him. I just lie there in a sated bliss. My eyes follow his movements as he grasps the neck of his tee, tearing it over his head.
Dropping to his knees, he fumbles with the buttons on his jeans, and as soon as he has them tugged down around his thighs, he lifts my legs, parts them, and moves in between. “Now I get to do what I’ve wanted since the second you walked on that stage.”
He hooks my booted legs over each shoulder, pumps his dick a few times with his hand, and then drives himself inside me. We both moan in unison as he buries himself to the hilt.
The light is filtering in through the open blinds when I wake. I lift my head and find I’m lying on top of Mason. Sometime during the night, we both crashed from exhaustion. Every muscle in my body aches, and I’m still wearing my boots.
A smile tugs at my lips as I recall our marathon sex session and all the orgasms he gave me. The first time he took me was wild and frenzied, the second was different. He was gentle, loving, and whispered sweet nothings in my ear the entire time.
