Chapter 12 #2
I shook my head. “That’s not what your response should be.”
She rolled onto her elbows, instantly confused. Then she realized what I was commanding her to do. Her eyes flitted to the second book I’d casually tossed onto the bed, her resolve crumbling right before my eyes.
With some reluctance, she rose onto her hands and knees. Seeing her this was about enough that my balls were incredibly tight.
“I didn’t hear your response, Saige.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I think you do. What are you supposed to say when I give you a command?”
Just the way her body shuddered at my order was more powerful than anything I’d been through in months. Maybe years.
“Yes, sir.”
“What did you say?”
“Yes. Sir.”
“That’s much more like it.” As soon as I closed the distance, I smacked her bottom twice, moving from one side to the other.
Her response was similar, the heavy shudder involving her entire body.
I ached with need to do filthy, unthinkable things to her.
“Are you ready for more?”
“Uh-huh. I mean yes, sir.”
“Excellent. A very good girl.”
Discovering her darkest desires, peeling away every layer of inhibition was exactly the same as tearing through every layer of armor she used in dealing with me at the office.
She was as calculating as I was, if not more and when I brought my palm down against her skin, I was gifted with an exquisite series of moans.
Admittance she’d hungered for a firm hand. Fantasies were merely beautiful taunts of reality. Once exposed, they either fizzled or thrived. There was no in between. She would remember this night fondly, craving all the dark and sinful things I could do to her.
My palm continued to connect with her bottom and in the few minutes I spent earnestly disciplining her, the buildup of heat transferred to my fingers, leaving them tingling.
I was unable to concentrate on anything else but hearing her soft mews and enjoying how her body undulated.
Even the way her hips swayed back and forth was such much a powerful aphrodisiac.
As she clawed at the bedding, I thought for a moment that she was about to try to escape. I was wrong. She bucked backwards, jutting her hips toward me as if begging for more.
So I gave it to her.
One brutal smack after another, increasing the tempo with every strike. She tossed her head, her long, soft curls sweeping across her shoulders and back. Soon, I’d use them for a leash. Or a set of reins for a horse. Her actions were that wild.
Every muscle continued to tense, making my movements stiff, but I pressed on. Even my cloudy vision and the near chant of needing to fuck her didn’t stop me. I wanted her buttocks covered in a soft pink blush, enough discomfort for her to remember our time spent together.
Including in the morning.
So I spanked her harder, painting her skin amongst the music of her gasps and moans. Once I was finished, I stroked her back, caressing her skin as I rolled two fingers down her spine. Every vertebra I touched caused a reaction. Every inch and she arched her back even more.
When I tapped her bottom, she finally allowed a sigh of relief.
“On your back, chastnaya tantsovshchitsa.” Calling her my private dancer was perfect for her. The way she moved around the office, thinking no one noticed she was enticing every member of the male species.
Or the subtle method in how she tugged on her tight skirts when she stood. Or even her light laughter, which she seemed to try to hide from me. Maybe because her laughter involved something I’d said or done.
If only she felt the courage to tell me exactly what she thought.
She’d come close. I’d give her credit for that.
Saige didn’t flop onto her back. She curled to face the other way like a cat would do. The act was sensual. Slow and easy. Spreading herself and her legs out for me not only as an enticement but for me to inspect her.
How I wanted nothing more than to take hours doing exactly that with first my fingers then my tongue. But my volatile needs wouldn’t last that long, my cock aching even more after the round of punishment.
With her eyes dreamy, her breathing soft and in control, just studying her beauty could keep me from my required satisfaction if I wasn’t careful. No, she wouldn’t be allowed to spin a spell over me.
Her breath hitched as soon as I dropped to my knees, her eyes searching mine as I kissed the soft skin above one knee then the other. After repeating the action twice, my lips sliding closer to her sweet pussy, she reached for me, stroking her fingers down my arm.
“Arms over your head. No touching.”
“That’s not fair.”
“Did I give you the impression this was going to be fair?” Without hesitation, I lifted and spread her legs, propping her feet onto the edge of the bed. She tried her best to peer down at me, her breathing shallow.
It would be easy to take hours doing this, not that I was a man known for spending much time pleasing a woman. Why were things so different with her? The hunger. The way I wanted to touch and taste her. The control required. All different.
A fascinating moment. Not that I planned on spending any time dissecting my behavior.
I rubbed the insides of her legs, using the lightest touch my fingers were capable of. I traced invisible lines, marveling in her unblemished skin. Yet I also wondered how delicious her body would be adorned by the right art. Perhaps I would instruct her to make an appointment with a local artist.
Or I’d simply take her myself.
As I followed the line with wet lips, I finally pressed her knees against the bed. She held her breath, her lips still twisting as she tried to obey me by keeping her arms over her head. I’d already been able to tell just how difficult it was for her to play by the rules.
Especially when she believed the person issuing them was an idiot. I’d overheard her when leaving my office. Harsh words that in most companies would get her fired.
Not with me.
Her value increased every time she hung me out to dry. Even if up until tonight, she’d never found the one thing that has pushed her into blasting me with her thoughts. From now on, I’d require her thoughts and recommendations to be given to me at all times. No matter how brutal.
Wasn’t I the modern guy, eager and willing to allow a woman to grab power that I would ordinarily prefer controlling?
My attention was drawn to her pussy, her swollen lips glistening. She was even wetter than before, the discipline playing a huge role in preparing her for my roughness.
And I would never be considered a gentle lover. That just never appealed to me.
I darted my tongue across her clit, savoring the first taste of her. Sladkiy, kak pervyy vkus vesny. Sweet as the first taste of spring.
Food. Wine. Other drink. It didn’t matter. The one phrase was used and it worked perfectly with the moment.
And with her.
She wiggled and I also noticed her lips were tightly shut. Did she think that by holding back how she felt with what I was doing that she would suddenly gain control? I wanted her to lose herself. No, I craved her losing her mind, screaming not just my name but every expletive she could think of.
How intrigued her neighbors would be. There wouldn’t be any interference. No one cared in New York. A helpful nuance. Her scent was enough to keep my mind hazy and my mouth wet. Soon I would be drooling if not careful.
Saige had her hands clasped together, her body writhing even before I’d sucked on her soft tissue. I could only imagine her reaction when I did. I took my time, fighting my own urge to lose control as I flicked my tongue back and forth.
The way she dug her heels into the bed pushed her body upward. I wrapped my arms around her thighs, holding her in place. I had just enough access to drive my fingers into her tight channel. First, quieting her movements.
I pressed my lips against her pussy, inhaling her incredible scent. I could easily get drunk on her fragrance alone. She instantly stilled; when she writhed in my hold again, I laughed softly.
“Such impatience,” I murmured.