Chapter 49
HART
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I HESITATE AS memories of the last time flicker in my mind. But those memories are nothing like what we just shared. And when I see the mischievous grin on her lips, the trust, the love, my body responds.
I want this.
I want her in control.
I reach out and hand her the clipboard, my fingers brushing hers.
“Use it however you like.” I try to sound braver than I feel.
The truth is, just giving it to her, letting her take charge, excites and terrifies me all at once.
She rises to her knees. “Oh, I intend to.”
That tiny promise sends a tremor down my spine.
I turn my back to her and kneel on the bed. My hands press into the sheets, and my back arches slightly.
Fuck, my heart hammers.
I can’t help but recall how wrong it went last time, how exposed and violated I felt. There had been no warning, no permission, and I hadn’t been prepared—nothing like this with Jade.
“Ready?” Her tone is playful, yet commanding, and I catch a glimpse of that smirk of hers.
My pulse spikes.
I swallow hard. “I don’t know if I—” My voice falters, caught between nerves and desire.
Her fingers brush against my shoulder, then wrap around my neck. She leans into me, her face inches from mine, as she clings to me for support.
“Relax. You’re safe with me.” She brushes a light kiss over my lips, and I close my eyes, inhaling all that is her.
I want to believe her.
I need to.
And yet, part of me hesitates, afraid, remembering the sting of the last time, but this isn’t the last time, and she’s not just any other woman.
“Hart, if you don’t want to, I understand.”
I open my eyes and find hers waiting so patiently, with kindness and love reflected. No, this certainly is nothing like the last time.
“I trust you,” I say.
“Do you want a safe word?”
I shake my head. “I don’t need one with you.”
“Well, maybe not with this, but in the future it might be necessary.”
I laugh as much as I can with my nerves. “Fuck, Jade. I can only handle one thing at a time.”
She grins wider. “I’m going to be honest.”
“Alright.”
“I really want to spank you with this clipboard. To have that control. To dominate you.”
“Now you’re just scaring me.” It’s not entirely a lie but thrilling at the same time.
“Do you like it?”
“We’ll find out, won’t we? Get back there before I change my damn mind.”
She kisses me with a squeak and is beside me with the clipboard, hovering.
My stomach clenches.
“Ready?” she asks.
I nod, though my hands clutch the sheets like a lifeline. “I think so.”
The clipboard hits my ass with a sharp smack. I jerk, more from instinct than pain.
Fuck.
That stings.
And it also doesn’t.
I breathe out, chest tight, trying to act steady, but my heart’s hammering. Heat spreads low, hot, and fast, and I realize I want more, even as my back tenses for the next hit.
“How was that?” Her tone is light, but I catch the seriousness and caring underneath.
She’s checking to make sure I’m alright, and fuck, I appreciate her for it.
I clear my throat, trying to sound casual. “Good.”
But my ass still tingles. The truth is, I want another one.
She smirks. “Just good? Or do you want more?”
I shift slightly, trying to hide how turned on I am. “For you, I can take another.” I move, bracing again.
The clipboard hits harder this time, sharp and quick. I can’t help the gasp that slips out. My chest tightens, and my cock stirs.
Fuck.
That actually feels good—more than I expect. My back stiffens for a second and then relaxes as heat spreads low and fast. Surrendering to her is intoxicating, like a shot of adrenaline straight through me.
“Not so bad, right?”
I clear my throat, exhaling shakily, my ass still tingling from the last smack, and low heat spreads through me. I realize I have more than a stirring cock. My full-on erection presses against the sheets.
Fuck, I’m turned on, and we haven’t even really started yet.
“Again,” I mutter before I even think.
Her hand comes down again, the clipboard slapping harder this time. I jerk, letting out a short gasp, and my body reacts before my brain does, my hips shifting slightly, my muscles tensing, my pulse hammering.
The sting hits, but the rush—hot and electric—races through my veins like fire.
“You like that,” she teases, her voice low and bossy. “Don’t lie to me.”
I swallow, feeling the warmth pool deeper, and I admit it to myself, almost with surprise.
Yeah...I fucking like this.
My ass burns, my cock strains, and my body is wide awake in a new way.
She’s got me, fully.
I nod, unable to say the words.
“Good,” she whispers, leaning close.
I brace.
The next smack lands harder this time. Sharp throb, heat spreading, and I push down a gasp, digging my fingers into the sheets.
Fuck, that feels so damn good.
“Harder?” She presses a hand lightly to my spine, just above the crack of my ass.
“Harder,” I breathe out, almost like a plea.
Smack.
Shit. I actually love this.
My body buzzes; every hit fires a thrill straight through me. I can’t help but press back slightly, wanting more, needing more, addicted to the sensation, addicted to her.
Her voice cuts through my haze. “That’s it. Take it for me.”
I swallow hard, chest tight, pulse racing.
I can take it.
I want it.
I want all of it.
Hell, I’m leaning into it now, not away. I’m giving myself over to her, letting her have complete control.
“Stay still.” Her command brings the experience to a new level. “Don’t even think about moving unless I tell you.”
I obey, and the anticipation makes my cock throb harder.
The clipboard drops with a snap.
Fuck, yes.
Every smack, every tap of the clipboard, every brush of her fingers along my lower back, and my straining cock drive me wild. I’m trembling, aroused, and desperate for more, but I stay still, trusting her completely.
“Good boy. Take it like you’re supposed to. You love being mine, don’t you?”
“Yes.” I groan, hips pressing involuntarily. “I love it. I want it.”
She laughs, clipboard poised again. “Don’t forget who’s in charge here. You’re mine for every tap. Every flinch, every gasp, every twitch is mine to watch.”
Another smack hits, firm. A groan painfully scrapes up my throat.
“Look at me,” she orders.
I glance over my shoulder, loving the bossy way her big hazel eyes stare me down.
“Say it. Say you like being spanked. Say it for me.”
“I—I like being spanked.”
Her smirk widens. “Good boy.”
She alternates between soft taps and firmer strikes.
Fuck, don’t stop.
I want it.
Give me more.
Each smack sharp keeps me right on the edge, trembling, biting back groans, pressing forward, entirely lost in the sensations, and fully aware that I’ll take every hit she gives me.
But when her fingers brush along the side of my cock, heat flickers low in my stomach.
“Jade—”
“You like that?”
“You know I do.”
“You’re so hard for me.” Her voice is wicked, and the clipboard taps lightly against my ass. “All that spanking and you’re straining for my touch.”
I let the groan escape, and it crawls up my throat like sandpaper. “Yes.” It’s all my shaky voice can manage.
Her thumb brushes over the tip of my dick as her fingers stroke along the shaft.
I’m going to rip the sheets with how hard I’m seizing them. Her fingers move faster, and every stroke drives me higher.
My chest heaves. My breath is ragged. My back arches, and my hips jerk.
The clipboard strikes, and her hand strokes the spot fast. Heat surges low, a coil tightening in my stomach.
“Fuck—” I breathe against the sheets. “I’m gonna... I’m gonna come...” I shift to rise, but her hand settles on my shoulder, a silent request to stay. “I want to be inside you.”
“My control, remember?”
I growl.
Shit.
I drop to my elbows. I ain’t shooting it in the damn bed, but I don’t tell her that. And the faster her hand works, the tighter my control slips. Pressure swells, unbearable, and I know one more stroke like this is going to wreck me.
I’m hanging on by a damn thread.
“Come for me. Right here. On my command.”
The words hit me, and I can’t hold back. Heat, pain, pleasure, anticipation—everything explodes at once.
“Fuck—” My body shudders violently.
The release rips through me. My vision narrows and blurs to bright, white-hot flashes behind my eyes. My cock pulses and my muscles quake as I blow my load hard right here in the sheets. Her fingers keep moving, prolonging my shudders.
“That’s it.” She sounds so damn satisfied. “All mine, just like I said.”
I collapse slightly, sweat slick, pulse thundering, utterly overwhelmed, but entirely hers. Every gasp, every twitch, every pulse of my body belongs to her, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
When my vision comes to, so does my pool of cum.
Fuck, that’s all me.
All for her.
She made me come like this, and I can’t even hide it. And I don’t want to.
I hear her laugh, soft, wicked, and full of delight. My head lifts just enough to see her eyes sparkling, the clipboard forgotten for the moment.
“You came so hard.”
I flush, a mix of embarrassment and pride surging through me. “In the damn bed.”
She smirks, and her hand drifts lower, teasing along my ass, pressing just enough to make me squirm. “And you loved every second of it, didn’t you?”
I swallow hard, voice rough. “Yes. Yes, I did.”
She leans closer, pressing her body against my back, one hand curling around my shoulder. “That’s what I like to hear.” She kisses the side of my face.
My cock still throbs, every nerve buzzing, but the heat of her pressing against me, her fingers tracing teasing lines over my skin, it’s enough to make me stiffen again. Not quite like before, but the ache of wanting more, of needing her, is real.
I’m still catching my breath, chest heaving, when it hits me. “Shit, we’re going to have to wash these sheets before anyone gets back.”
Her eyes flash with mischief. “I don’t care about that.” She pushes me to my back and curls up beside me. “We can worry about the sheets later.”