Chapter Thirteen
Adam
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I HADN’T INTENDED TO fuck her so soon. Her spanking was supposed to have been protracted and intense.
I’d wanted her to feel every strike until the pain morphed into that hot, slick arousal she was so good at creating, and she was pleading with me for a reprieve.
If I was truly honest, I’d yearned to hear that desperation in her voice, the hurt loaded there as she stammered the appropriate responses, yet as I shrugged out of my sweater and shirt, it had been impossible to hold on for those delectable outcomes.
Caroline’s body was so soft, so smooth and warm.
She was so fucking alluring, and of course, once I’d started coloring her fantastic ass and feeling the heat of her skin glowing under my palm, my cock had swelled, frantic to be free of its fabric prison.
All I could think about then was being with her, in her, on her, over her, everywhere.
I should have been stronger, should have been the dominant she needed and made us both wait for the sensual pleasure, but my will hadn’t been steely enough. I had to have her, and nudging her ankles wider and releasing my erection, that one thought was all-consuming.
Sliding into her warmth, I gripped her hips as we both called out. Repletion washed over me, the sense that we were exactly where we were supposed to be, that everything would be okay just as long as we were together. As long as we had each other.
As long as we have this.
Easing in and out of her, I lost myself to the sublime rhythm, relishing her whimpers as our flesh collided.
In the frenzy of our connection, I was so thankful that we’d made it out of Britain, and grateful to all of those who’d helped us.
Without their bravery, we might never have made it out alive, might never have been able to enjoy this blissful carnal union.
As it was, we were safe, and we were alive to savor the moment.
I was the luckiest man in the whole damn world.
Cocooning her body, I filled her up again, enjoying her breathy mewls as she turned her head to meet my gaze. I skimmed kisses over her shoulder, slowing my pace as she pressed her palms into the leather and pushed her body up to meet me.
“Sir.” She threw her hair back, angling her hips to try and take more of me. “Please, don’t stop.”
I smiled at her naughtiness, certain I should reprimand her willful attempts to take control, and yet too obsessed with the way her pussy contracted around my cock and the intoxicating scent of her enticing body.
“I’m not stopping,” I groaned, already sensing how close I was to not honoring that vow by toppling over the precipice. “You just feel so fucking good. I’m not sure how much longer I can hold on.”
She groaned as I withdrew, throwing me an accusing stare.
“Don’t look at me that way, little girl.” Lifting my palm, I smacked her prone backside. “Remember what I asked of you before your spanking.”
Her expression faltered, and my hand shifted to stroke the small of her back as she answered. “Yes, Sir.”
“Get back over the sofa and impress me with your knowledge.” I fisted my throbbing cock. “What did I ask you to be?”
She looked stunned by the sudden change of tack, moving slowly back into position. “Your obedient girl, Sir.”
I suppressed a smile at her correct response. Evidently, a few hours of congenial Adam, the man who respected as well as dominated her, had been sufficient to lull Caroline into thinking my expectations had changed. But she was about to get a valuable reminder about how our relationship worked.
“Excellent.” I crouched down between her legs, brushing my palms lightly over the backs of her thighs.
“S-sir?” Her body tensed. “Is everything okay?”
“More than.” My palm rose to grasp one of her wonderful ass cheeks, my shaft pulsing as I squeezed the pert orb. “I’m just enjoying what belongs to me.”
She slumped forward, her breaths coming faster as I allowed that same hand to slide slowly between her cheeks.
“I’m going to give you a lesson, little girl.” Kissing her pale skin, I nipped lightly at her flesh. “One that’s been overdue for a while.”
“Sir?” Her voice was shaky.
“It’s easy. All you have to do is be my obedient girl.”
I grazed a fingertip over her swollen labia, chuckling as she jerked at my touch. “Who owns this beautiful pussy, little girl?”
“You do, Sir.”
There was no hesitation that time, and she moaned lightly as I slid one, and then two digits into her amazing cunt.
“Who owns your pleasure?” I goaded, fucking her sex with my fingers at my own leisurely pace. Naturally, my cock longed to replace the digits, but even I would have to wait for my crescendo.
There was a lesson to teach first.
“You!” She sounded much more frantic that time, my balls clenching at her delightful, agitated tone. The woman strewn over the sofa then was far more like the Caroline of old, the one who used to crawl around my quarters and polish my shoes for me every day with her tongue.
Perhaps I should consider reintegrating the foot homage into our new routines. No doubt that would please my little wildcat.
“Which means what, little girl?” I lifted one of her thighs gently to rest on the arm of the sofa, the position revealing her magnificent sex in all its glory.
“It means I don’t come until you say I do, Sir.” The fraught resignation in her voice told me she might have worked out where her lesson was headed, but I gave her no other clues as I pressed my head between her legs and lapped at her tasty pussy. “Oh, God!”
Her cry permeated the air as her hips jolted, but my free hand rose to steady her as my mouth went to work. The delicious fragrance of Caroline enveloped me, filling up my senses as I tongued her needy clit, and all the while, my fingers continued to fuck her.
“Oh, Sir!” She sounded close to the edge already, her hips rocking backward so her clit could receive more. “Please!”
The hand at her hip shifted to spank her closest cheek. With my mouth occupied, it was the best reprimand I could manage, and it seemed she got the message.
“I’m sorry,” she panted. “But that’s so good!”
I was counting on it being terrific. I wanted it to be so good that she had no choice but to careen toward her orgasm, and I intended to take Miss Craness all the way to the edge before denying her.
If she’d forgotten who was in charge, then denial would soon help her to remember who her master was.
I answered her with my tongue, lapping at her faster and sliding a third finger into her sex before gliding it over her tight asshole.
It had been too long since I’d relished that joy, and since she was discovering her punishment was about more than only receiving the sting of my palm, it seemed like the ideal opportunity to revel in the dark pleasure again.
“Fuck, Adam!” She clawed at the leather, trying to get up as I pressed into her rectum, but one swift smack persuaded her to settle, while a flurry of harder swats conveyed how I felt about her using my name while she was being punished.
“Okay, but I can’t!” she screeched. “I can’t hold on when you do that.”
Fucking her in both holes, I chuckled over her clit. “If you want to come, you know what you need to do, little girl.”
“Beg you, Sir?” The desperation in her voice swelled my already violent need.
“You’d better beg like your life depends on it,” I snarled, throwing her the false hope that maybe, if she was just a good enough girl, I might actually let her come.
Resuming my main course of Caroline’s pussy, I might have grinned at her plea, had my mouth not already been so busy.
“Please!” She sounded as though I had her suspended somewhere between torture and rapture; a place I’d have been happy to keep her. “Please, Sir. I need to come!”
Circling her bud with my tongue, I pushed the digit deeper into her ass. “You’ll have to do much better than that.”
“Oh, God!” She appeared to be fighting for air as the finger in her ass started to match the pace of the digits in her pussy. “Please, Sir. I need this. I need to come!”
I shook my head at her poor second attempt, kissing her pussy before I withdrew and climbed to my feet.
“And that’s not good enough either.” I threw her a disapproving look as she glanced over her shoulder to meet my gaze. “Looks like there’ll be no coming for my little girl.”
“Please!” She looked crestfallen. “I deserve my orgasm.”
Pressing her back down over the arm, I held her steady. “I decide what you deserve.”
With one hard lunge, I was back inside her, ratcheting my arousal back to the brink as she arched her back to receive me.
“In case you’d forgotten, little girl, this is what you’re here for.” I slammed into her again, reveling in her heat as she whimpered for release. “To please me, to serve me; to be fucking useful.”
“Yes, Sir,” she gasped.
Sliding from her sex, I guided her leg back to the carpet before resting one shoe-clad foot in the place it had vacated. The new angle gave me the ideal vantage to claim her backside, and lifting her gently by the hips, I spread her cheeks, not waiting for her opinion as I speared her.
“Fuuuck!” She managed to stretch the word into multiple syllables, and fisting her hair, I yanked her head back in my direction.
“Watch your mouth, little girl, or I’ll find something to fill it.” Every fiber of my being was alive with the incredible sensation of my dick pressing past her tight ring of muscle.
“But Sir!” She grasped for the hand in her hair, her cry persuading me to ease the tension there a fraction. “This is too much!”
“This is perfect,” I assured her, knowing my crescendo was only moments away. “My little girl, so wet and fucking needy, and me, with my cock in your freshly-spanked ass.” Just saying the words out loud heightened my pleasure, and I slid an inch deeper for good measure. “This is how it should be.”
I gripped the back of the couch for support as the first tremors of passion rushed me, collapsing over her and pinning her to the leather seat.
There we remained, lodged together as I enjoyed wave after wave of hedonism, the silent room punctuated only by my heavy breathing and her mewls of frustrated surrender.