Chapter 20 Bit #2
My heart rate increased, and my already stiff penis throbbed.
My control was held by the barest of metaphorical threads.
I inhaled deeply, reminding myself that it was essential I take command of my body as much as hers.
What we did in the next few hours would be about teaching Eberly about my needs, but more, to satisfy her cravings, give her pleasure otherwise unimaginable to her, and take away the hurt and fear learning about her father’s and ex-fiancé’s betrayal had brought—even if it was for a brief amount of time.
It was up to me to take the utmost care of her emotionally, physically, and mentally, which meant my focus had to be entirely on the woman whose hardened nipples were almost close enough to taste.
“So prior to our time together, you didn’t read books of that nature. Is that correct?”
“Yes, sir.”
I smiled. “When have you had time to read, little dove?”
Her cheeks flushed. “I sneaked it in here and there. Mostly on my phone.”
“In these books, were the women restrained? Punished? Were they spanked?” Her gaze remained downcast. “Look at me, little dove. Did it excite you?”
“One book and, yes,” she whispered.
“Which is how you knew you might like to experience those things yourself when I asked.”
“Yes, sir.”
“What are some things you read that you didn’t think you’d like?”
“Something harsher, like being whipped or caned.” She shuddered. “Or being shared.”
“I would never do any of those things with you. I’m not a sadist; I’m merely a dominant. As far as sharing you, if it was something you decided you wanted, it would have to be a hard limit for me. Meaning, I couldn’t do it. What else?”
“There were things mentioned but not done that sounded horrifying.”
“Blood play?”
“That was one. Also, fire play.”
Rather than continue discussing things that would turn both of us off, I rested my hands on her hips and brought my lips to hers, gently caressing her mouth until she opened to me.
As I circled her tongue with mine and her thighs tightened, I nipped her bottom lip before leaning away. “Is there anything else you want to talk to me about or tell me now?”
“I don’t think so, sir.”
“I’m going to remove you from my lap, then you are going to sit with your hands at your sides while I take care of you. If there is anything else you need to say, do it now, little dove. Otherwise, only speak your safe words.”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered, easing her body from mine.
I turned her in my arms and pulled her between my legs before grabbing body wash from a shelf built in near the edge of the bathtub.
I ran my soapy hands over every part of her before turning on the rain shower above us.
Its flow was slow and gentle but enough for me to wash her hair.
When finished, I shut off the rain shower, took her hand in mine, and poured body wash into her palm. After putting it away, I leaned against the porcelain and spread my arms and legs. Eberly smiled, then washed me in the same way I had her.
My desire for her had reached the point of being painful, so in an effort to move things along more quickly, I dunked my head under the water, drizzled shampoo into my hair, and washed it myself.
I stood, grabbed two towels from the warmer, opened the ports to drain the water, then held my hand out for Eberly to stand too. When her gaze landed on my erection and she didn’t look away, I couldn’t help but imagine her kneeling before me as I thrust into her warm and eager mouth.
“Dry yourself, then I will help you get out. Then go into the bedroom and lie face up. Spread your arms and legs for me, like you imagined when you read the stories. There is one more thing we haven’t talked about that I’d like you to consider doing for me.”
Her eyes met mine.
“I would like to blindfold you, little dove.”
She nodded once, wrapped the towel around her, then waited for me to help her out.
I gave her time to get herself in position and settled on the mattress before joining her.
I stood at the end of the bed and spread her legs farther apart.
Her eyes opened wide when I reached down and pulled a cuff attached to the footboard from where it was previously hidden by the bedclothes.
I fastened it around her left ankle and moved up her body, trailing my fingers as I went, then cuffing both wrists and her other ankle.
Next, I covered her eyes with a black silk scarf, tying it behind her head.
Kneeling between her legs, I ran my hands up the inside of her thighs, then leaned down and captured a hard pink nipple between my lips.
I kneaded the opposite breast, then caught the nub between my fingers and tugged gently, before letting go and trailing my mouth and tongue down her center.
She squirmed and writhed but was unable to move much beyond that, given her restraints.
Alternating between her saturated entrance and her swollen clit, I licked and sucked, then added two fingers.
Her pussy softened, growing wetter each time I thrust. When I curled my fingers and attached my mouth to her clit, Eberly screamed my name as she shook with the first of what would be many powerful orgasms I planned to give her.
When her pussy clenched my fingers, I couldn’t wait any longer.
I withdrew them from inside her, sheathed my cock, and positioned myself at her entrance, then buried myself as deep as I could with one thrust. Eberly cried out, and she tightened around me as if to hold me still.
I couldn’t. I’d been on the same edge she’d been far too long.
Now was not the time for gentle lovemaking, I pounded into her, adjusting the angle, then rotating my hips before slamming in again as deep as her body would allow me.
“Come with me,” I practically pleaded, knowing I couldn’t hold on more than a few more seconds. Eberly cried out again as she convulsed in pleasure.
As soon as I felt her heart rate return to normal, I pulled out and caught the release on the wrist cuffs, one with each hand. “Keep them there until I tell you to move.” I rolled from the bed, released the ankle cuffs, then put my arm around her waist and lifted her in my arms.
I sat on the edge of the bed, then shifted to put her across my lap. “Hold onto my legs and spread yours so I can see how wet you are,” I demanded.
My cock pressed against her abdomen, and it was all I could do not to have her straddle me again, but this time, ease herself down and take her turn fucking me. First, though, her punishment.
Eberly whimpered as I kneaded and stroked the flesh of her ass.
“I am going to spank you now, little dove. Each time my hand connects with your bottom, I want you to count, thank me for it, then ask for another. You will take twenty from me.”
“Oh, God,” I heard her whisper. There’d come a time when her doing so would earn her an extra ten, but not tonight. Not her first time.
I flexed my fingers, raised my hand, and brought it down hard. She cried out in shock, her muscles tightened, but within seconds, she softened across my thighs.
“Eberly?”
“Um, one. Thank you, sir, and may I please have another?”
“That was beautiful, little dove.”
One after the other, she followed my instructions. Some spanks were gentler, some more intense than the first I gave her. Her body shook as tears ran down her cheeks, but it didn’t stop her from responding perfectly each time.
“We’re halfway. What color are you, little dove?”
She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Green, sir.”
She’d brought her legs together, but I spread them and thrust two fingers into her pussy. She was so wet that I wondered if she’d come while I spanked her. If not, she was about to.
“Trevino, please,” she moaned.
“Tell me what you need, little dove.”
“Please, sir, I need to come.”
I switched fingers so I could reach her clit and curled those inside her while I squeezed her bottom, warm and a beautiful shade of red, with my other hand. I knew the combination of pain and pleasure would send her soaring, and I wasn’t wrong.
“We are not finished, little dove. Are you ready to continue, or do you need to use your safe word?” I asked when her body went limp.
“Please continue.”
“That will earn you one more.”
Again, she whimpered. “Please, sir.”
“Good girl.” I brought my hand down again, increasing the pace to the point where it was difficult for her to count, thank me, or ask me for another before the next landed. The last three were harder than any that came before them, and by the time I stopped, Eberly was sobbing.
I helped her stand, turned down the sheet and blanket, then placed her under them. I crawled in beside her and held her in my arms as she cried.
“Let it out, Eberly,” I soothed. “I want to hear you.”
She breathed in, and when she released the air she held in her lungs, I held her close to me, stroking her hair, her cheek, her soft skin. It took several minutes, but eventually, her sobs subsided and she opened her eyes.
“Did you do all that just to make me cry?” she asked.
“No, little dove. It was to get you to release everything you held inside. To allow the pent-up pain to escape, to cleanse yourself from the hurt.”
“I feel…different. Lighter.”
“As do I. Punishing you, little dove, isn’t easy on me. It hurts my heart as much as my hand connecting with your bottom hurts you.”
“But you knew I needed it,” she whispered. “Thank you, Trevino.”
“Thank you, my love.”
Neither of us spoke for several minutes, and by then, Eberly was sound asleep. I pulled the blankets over us, and slept too.