Chapter 28 #2
He was surprised by how relaxed and almost dreamy she sounded. Was she slipping into subspace? He’d have to watch her closely if that was the case.
Poor baby really did need this.
“Good girl. Tell me how you’re feeling.”
“Good. Really, really, really good. Like I’m floating.”
“Green?” he asked. “Ready to keep going?”
“Yes, please, Sir. I want to keep going.”
“Such a brave girl. We’re just going to continue for a short time.” He wanted to take things a bit easy this first time that they were playing. Even if it wasn’t much. Hell, he hadn’t even tied her up.
How would tonight at the club go? Would she be feeling up to it after this?
Yeah. He shouldn’t spank her too much. Not if they wanted to play together tonight.
Although he had a feeling that they’d both be keeping a close eye on Rory and wouldn’t have much time for playing.
Slap! Slap!
He smacked his hand down several times. Until her pink cheeks turned red and her breathing had grown faster.
Stopping, he ran a finger down between her cheeks. He felt her clench down.
“Sir?”
Good. She was still with him. He was aware that they hadn’t discussed any ass play. So he wouldn’t push her further.
Instead, he ran his hand up and down her back until her soft sobs ceased. Then he moved them both so they lay on their sides, facing each other. He took her into his arms, holding her tight until her breathing evened out and he thought she was back in the here and now.
He moved back slightly, ignoring the protesting noise that she made. “Shh. I’m not going far.” Cupping her face, he studied her, noting that she appeared slightly flushed and her eyes were bright. A tear slid down one cheek. “How are you feeling, baby?”
“Good, Sir.”
“Just good?” he asked as he reached back for a tissue. There were a few tears on her cheeks.
Settling back into place, he grasped hold of her chin and wiped her cheeks.
“So good. Like I’ve had a really amazing sleep after nights of tossing and turning. Or I’ve been on a long, hard run and I just feel so awesome after. That sort of thing. I didn’t even know that I’d cried.”
“Sometimes crying can be a good form of therapy.”
“Oh yeah? Do you have a good cry often?” she asked teasingly.
“No, brat. For you, not me.”
“It’s okay for men to cry, you know.”
“I know that. But I don’t feel the need for a cry. Okay?” He brushed his lips over her forehead, her nose, then her cheeks and chin.
She let out a deep sigh, sounding . . . content.
He liked that.
A lot.
“Well, if you ever need help crying, you know where I am,” she told him with a sassy grin.
“Oh, yeah, and how do you plan to help me cry?” he asked.
“Well. I kind of thought I could twist your nipples. Or your balls. That might work.”
“Ouch. Vicious. You’re never to do either of those things.”
“Well, you should be nice to me, then.”
“And how would you suggest that I be nice to you?” he asked in amusement.
“Hmm. Let me think. Well, you could forget all about orgasm denial as a punishment.”
“Oh, could I?”
“Yeah, I think we should just take that off the table. In fact, to make up for spanking me you could give me an orgasm right now.” She wiggled her eyebrows.
He stared at her with no small amount of alarm. “Um, are you all right?”
“Yes. Why?”
“Is there something wrong with your eyes?”
“I’m trying to be suggestive. You know . . . sexually suggestive.”
“Sexually suggestive?” he questioned.
God, she was adorable.
“Uh-huh.”
“That’s you being sexually suggestive?” he asked.
“Yes.” She pouted and to his surprise, she suddenly moved, pushing him onto his back so she could straddle him.
Of course, that move only worked because he let it happen. But it was a win-win for him. Because now he got unfettered access to her beautiful body as she sat on top of him.
“Can I take your top off?” she asked as she stared down at him.
“You can.”
He helped her pull it off and she stared down at him hungrily. “I want to lick you all over.”
“Go for it, baby. Show me how much you want me.”
Fuck. He wasn’t prepared for the way that she threw herself into that order. She kissed her way down his neck, sucking on the skin where his shoulder met his neck. Then she moved down his chest, swirling her tongue around his nipple.
“Damn, baby. That feels so good.”
She moved to his other nipple, biting down gently. Then lapping at it.
Christ. Fuck.
Had anything ever felt this good? If it had, he couldn’t remember.
She was going to kill him with that tongue of hers. She moved down his stomach.
“I cannot believe how muscular you are,” she told him as she licked her way along his stomach to his jeans. His dick was hard and protesting its confinement while his balls were throbbing in need.
He wasn’t going to handle her exploration for long. His breathing was growing faster, his pulse racing.
“Need these off. Please.” She tugged at his jeans.
Reaching down, he undid them and she slid them off him along with his socks. Then his boxers followed.
Finally, his dick had some freedom to breathe.
Caren crawled her way between his spread legs as he held his cock with his fist.
“Do you want a taste, baby?” he murmured as she continued to stare at his cock.
“Yes. Please.”
“He likes hearing you beg. But you might need to do some more begging. Ask me for a taste.”
“Please, Sir. Please, can I taste your cock? I want to take it into my mouth. I want to suck on you.”
“Have you been a good girl?” he murmured. “Because only good girls get a cock in their mouth.”
“I have.” She nodded frantically. “I’m always a good girl.”
“I think that might be a bit of a stretch,” he said with amusement as he ran his hand up and down his cock. “But I think you’ve been good enough to have a taste. However, you need to do as you’re told when you’re told. You don’t want to be punished again for being naughty, do you?”
“No, Sir.” She shook her head, her eyes wide. “I’ll be good.”
He moved himself so he sat back against the headboard, his legs spread wide as he ran his hand up and down his shaft.
“Then come here.”