Chapter 16 #2
Zoe points out things like she’s giving me a tour. I guess I did tell her to show me the room, but I didn’t expect her to take that suggestion literally.
“These two pictures are from our Langston show. What a beautiful job you guys did restoring the theater. Did I ever say how much I loved it?”
“Zoe.” My voice is low, and I draw out her name.
She shivers and then turns.
“Yes, C?”
“Come here.”
She doesn’t so much walk to me as glide. Her hands land on the front of my shirt. “Of course, it’s not your masterpiece. That’s something else.”
Hmm. “My what now?”
Her hands slide under the shirt to press against my abs. “The best thing you’ve built is this body,” she whispers.
Maybe she is a little drunk after all.
“Hmm.” Any guy with a set of weights can build a strong body. The best thing I’ve ever built is an empire. I don’t say that though. She’s flirting, and there’s nothing in the world I want more than that right now. “It’s been a while since you’ve seen it. Want to take inventory?”
“God yes,” she whispers, sliding her hands up to my chest. Her arms are trapped under the fabric of my shirt, and I like them there. “Do I have to be spanked first?”
“You deserve to be,” I say, playing along. My cock’s already so hard I could crack concrete with it. “Think you could handle it? It’s been so long I bet you don’t remember how to behave. There’s a baby sleeping nearby, and quiet has never been your strong suit.”
Her lips pout at me. “I can be quiet.”
That answers the question of whether she wants it herself or only brought it up because she thinks I do.
“Get your clothes off. All of them.”
She shivers and then obeys, undressing the way she does so many things, with style and well trained grace.
When she’s naked before me in all her glory, I’m half tempted to fuck her fast and hard the first time and save everything else for later.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” My voice is rough with an almost angry edge. This is what I’ve had to miss for so many weeks. “Lie over the edge of the bed.”
“C, can’t I be on your lap?” she pleads.
She’s getting close to topping from the bottom, but at the moment I don’t care. I just want my hands on her. I also want to give her exactly what she wants because I plan to take the same in return.
“Yeah, sure.”
“Will you take your shirt off?” she asks, grabbing the bottom of my shirt and starting to raise it.
I catch her wrists and stop her. “I will, but not yet. Settle down. We have all night.”
Her thighs press together. She’s too hot and too buzzed to control her urges. My own body’s response matches her hunger. I love her this way, and every way that involves her being naked and under my control.
There’s a low chair in the corner that’s got velvety fabric. I march her to it and sit down.
She lies over my lap instantly, raising her magnificent ass for me.
I exhale slowly, telling my cock to chill for a minute. He’ll get his turn soon. I secure her hands in the small of her back, which makes her squirm.
“I’ll be good, C. I promise!”
She can’t see me smile.
“I know you will, beautiful. Because you don’t have a choice about that.” My hand comes down in slow slaps, warming her flesh, bringing the blood to the surface.
Zoe stays draped over my thighs, letting her head hang so her curls skim the floor. It’s a very pretty sight.
I start in with more force until she’s gasping and clenching.
“Don’t clench, baby.”
“I need you to touch me. Please?”
“Soon.” I massage her ass, which is warm, but not warm enough. “Relax these muscles.”
“Yes, sir,” she whispers, forcing herself to let go again.
My palm peppers her firm, round ass with enough heat to turn it deep red. She finally breaks down, pushing her ass up as she starts to cry. I slide my hand between her thighs and push two fingers into her. She’s drenched. That’s my girl.
I dip my thumb so it’s slick with her juices and then push it into her ass.
She moans and spreads her thighs wider. My other hand moves beneath her, so my palm’s against her clit and my fingers cup her pussy, scissoring around the fingers that are inside her.
I have everything between her legs in my power now, and all it takes is a small amount of movement from my hands to make her come.
She squirms, and it’s sweet torture. During the spanking, she was pressing against my cock, and now the writhing of her hips against me starts to feel too much like fucking her through my clothes.
I let her orgasm play out as long as I can, then pull my hands away.
“Get on the bed on your hands and knees.”
She crawls the short distance over the rug to the bed. I don’t know if that’s intentionally provocative or just instinctive. Whatever the reason, the fire in my groin burns hotter, which hardly seems possible.
I strip without hesitation and get on the bed with her.
She’s rested her right temple on her hands, and her ass is in the air with her knees spread.
This submissive position is one she knows well, and one that looks exceptionally good on her, especially with her ass still red and swollen from my heavy-handed treatment of it.
I bury my cock inside her pussy in one hard thrust. She moans and presses back against me. My fingers grip her hips and anchor her in place.
Then it’s twenty solid minutes of using her hard until she’s whimpering and arching her back and whispering unintelligible things.
When the orgasm finally rips through me, it’s worthy of the effort. Coming always feels good, but it only feels this good with her.