34 Dane #2
Her hands move to cover her soft stomach, where I see a long scar on her lower abdomen, one that is, no doubt, from the birth of her daughter. It’s beautiful, just like the rest of her.
I clear my throat before she can fully hide herself from me. “Cover what’s mine, Lindsey, and I’ll tie your hands behind your back and edge you all night.” She gasps, which tells me all I need to know. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Maybe, Sir,” she concedes quietly.
“Noted. Now come here, and sit on my lap.”
“Sir?” she questions.
“Do it.” She hesitates, and it doesn’t take a genius to know what she’s thinking.
I sit up and reach out, grabbing her around the waist and tugging forward.
She nearly falls on me, her sound of shock turning to a groan as her nipples brush against my shirt.
“That’s what you get for not doing what I ask when I ask. ”
Her muscles ease a bit as I pull her against me, helping her situate herself so her ass is seated in my lap and her legs are over the arm of the chair. I have her cuddle into my neck and then ask her to take a deep breath so she can relax.
I look into her eyes. “Your body is perfect. Whatever you think I’m thinking is wrong. If I ask you to do something, you do it. I’m going to want you in my lap a lot, and despite my allowance of your clothes earlier, I will expect you to be completely naked if I ask. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Now,” I say, fingering the chain between her nipples. “Would you like me to take these off?”
“Please, Sir.”
I tug, and she bites her lip, her ass shifting against my cock. “Hold on to me,” I say. “It’s going to hurt.”
One of her hands is on the back of my neck, and she places the other on one of my forearms. Her nails dig into my arm like they did on my thighs as I bring my hand up to undo the first clamp. When it releases, her lips part, and she lets out a yelp followed by a low “Fuck.”
“I know, baby,” I coo. “You’re doing so well.
Take a breath for me now.” The moment she exhales, I remove the second one.
She cries out, burying her head into my neck.
I drop the clamps to the side of the chair and brush my fingers over the marked, red skin.
Her teeth bite into my shoulder, and damn if that doesn’t send blood rushing to my dick.
Fuck, I’m going to get hard again already.
“Is the pain too much?” I ask.
She shakes her head, face still buried in my neck. “No, Sir. It’s a lot, but I like it.”
I smile as I brush my thumb over each nipple again. She squirms at the sensation, and I shift my hand to tease the skin near her rib cage.
“I’m going to make you feel really good now, alright?”
“Okay.” She moans softly as I stroke my thumb under her breast.
“If you don’t like something—”
“Green, yellow, red,” she interrupts.
I tweak her nipple, and she arches into me with a loud cry. “Still running your smart mouth, I see. Even after it’s been thoroughly fucked.”
I lean forward to capture her lips in a kiss, showing her who’s in charge with my mouth.
She opens for me without pause, her moan filling me as her ass shifts on my lap.
My hand around her lower back holding her outer thigh keeps her close to me as I slowly trail my free hand down her chest until I reach her stomach.
She tenses against my lips but doesn’t stop kissing me. I tangle our tongues before sucking on hers, gently tracing down her soft rolls and to her lower abdomen. At this angle, her stomach covers the scar, but I act as if I’m tracing it.
The longer we kiss and I caress her, the more she becomes a puddle against me. Her warmth seeps into my skin, and I can’t deny it feels good. I hadn’t realized how much I missed being touched, how much I needed it.
I pull her tighter to me, my fingers digging into her thigh.
“Dane,” she whimpers. “I need you to touch me. Please.”
The sound of my name hits me square in the chest. I should correct her, but I don’t want to. I also should make her ask me exactly what she wants, but I’m done teasing for the night. I want to watch her come on my hand.
I kiss her harder this time and tap my hand on her outer thigh. “Open up,” I demand. She parts her legs with my help, and I shift her so she’s still on my lap but her legs are parted, each one resting on either side of my knees.
I wrap one arm around her waist, and the other presses against her inner thigh. She rests her head near mine, and my lips brush her ear while she slides a hand behind my neck, her other arm at her side.
I brush my palm up her inner thigh until I find her slick pussy. She’s soaked for me, the neatly trimmed curls wet with her arousal. She’s so slippery, you’d think she’d come multiple times tonight already.
“You got this wet just from me fucking your mouth, baby?” I brush my thumb near her clit but don’t touch it yet.
“And the way you spoke to me, Sir.”
“You liked being called mine?” I start to circle the bundle of nerves between her legs, and she jackknifes off my lap. She would have toppled over if I wasn’t holding her steady.
“Yes, Sir.” I pinch her clit, and her chest arches forward. “And when you called me a—” She pauses.
“A what?” I slap her pussy.
“A slut!” she cries.
“Hmm, that’s because you are. But you’re my slut, Lindsey. Remember that. I’m the only one who gets to utter that word to you, isn’t that right?” I stroke her in a circle before dipping a finger inside her fluttering cunt.
“Yes, Sir.”
I pull my finger out and slap her clit again. She moans and arches, and I turn my head to bite her earlobe. Lindsey whimpers, so I go back to circling her clit, faster this time.
“I’m going to come, Sir.”
“Already?” I chuckle, even though I knew it would not take long. But she likes the teasing, as evidenced by the flush of her chest and the wiggle of her hips against me.
“I don’t know if I can hold it.” She squeezes her eyes shut.
I insert two fingers inside her and pump them up and down. “That’s because you’re a slut for me. Your body sings for me and only me.”
Her hooded eyes open, and she bites her lower lip while she nods her agreement.
I take the hand not on her pussy and move it up her waist and over her breasts until I’m at her throat.
When we played over the computer, I asked her to gently grip herself and pretend it was me. Now we don’t have to pretend.
I continue to thrust my fingers in and out, my hand wrapping around her throat. “Green?” I ask her.
“Green,” she confirms, near breathless.
I gently grip the smooth column that’s wet from spit and sweat, feeling her pulse thrum beneath my hand. I remove the fingers inside her and go back to her clit, circling harder this time. She swallows beneath my hand and groans in pleasure, so I pick up my speed.
“Such a good little slut,” I praise her. “My slut.” I squeeze her throat harder, and her hips thrust into my hand. “Greedy, too.”
“Sir,” she moans through the pressure on her throat. “Please.”
“Do it,” I demand. “Come, baby.”
There’s a pause in her breath, and I hold her throat just tight enough to constrict some of her air.
Her lips part, and her hips buck as she falls into her release.
As her body shakes against mine in pleasure, I slide my hand from her clit, placing two fingers inside her so I can feel her inner walls pulse around my fingers.
“So pretty when you come,” I curl my fingers to brush her G-spot so she twitches in my hold. “I can’t wait to feel this cunt I own choking my dick.”
Her pussy clenches around my fingers, and I know she did it on purpose.
I grip her throat one more time and release, sliding my fingers in and out of her before rubbing her clit.
She jumps from the touch on her sensitive nerves, so I have mercy on her, holding her body to mine as she rides the waves of her orgasm.
A few minutes pass before her muscles have stopped spasming, and I run my hand up her thigh, my other arm wrapped around her breasts. My dick is half-hard beneath her, but I don’t mind.
My eyes scan her spent body. It’s flushed, and she’s sweaty. I am, too. The fire has burned down to embers, and at the first sign of a shiver, I kiss her cheek. Lindsey’s eyes are hooded, and there’s a sleepy smile on her face as I shift to get up.
“I’m going to take you to my room and clean you up.”
She starts to move, her heavy eyes opening all the way, but I can tell she’s fighting off sleep.
I had a feeling this was where her orgasm would lead, and I have no doubt she’s in her floaty sub headspace.
Tonight has been a lot for her, not only in body but in mind, too.
On top of that, she works too damn much, and she’s exhausted.
“I’ve got you,” I say as I grip her.
“Sir—”
“Shh.” I slip out from under her, and before she can argue, I lift her up in my arms easily. I know again what she’s thinking as her eyes widen and she panics, throwing her arms around my neck to hold on to me with a death grip.
“I’ve got you, baby. Just relax.”
“Dane!” she tries again, using my name, but I take a step forward and ignore her weak protest. If she didn’t want it, she’d tell me her safe word. Of that, I’m sure. But Lindsey wants and needs to be cared for, and I’m carrying her to bed. End of story.
After another few steps, she finally relaxes against my chest and accepts my gesture. I carry her down the short hallway, and by the time I’m setting her on the bed, her eyes are drooping shut again.
I lean down and kiss her forehead. “I’ll be right back.”
I’m walking toward the bathroom when I hear her say, “Thank you, Sir.”