Chapter 4 #2
“That’s right. You did.” He lifted his hand and brought it down against her ass.
Jennifer’s response was exactly as he’d anticipated.
She reared up, intent on escape. He kept one hand on her back, preventing it.
He spanked her several more times, the rhythm of the blows varying in placement and strength.
He didn’t pause. Jennifer knew how to stop him—her word was there to protect her if she needed it.
Apparently she didn’t. Her hands found his right shin, gripping it tightly as he continued her punishment. After a dozen or so swats, he pushed her legs open, running his fingers along her slit.
Jennifer moaned. She was hot, wet and so fucking aroused. He’d kept her on the verge of a climax for nearly two hours.
She tried to push closer to his fingers, seeking more.
“You want to come, Jen?”
“Please,” she whispered.
Caliph pushed two fingers inside her pussy, the simple touch triggering an avalanche.
Jennifer reared up roughly as she cried out. “Oh God. Harder.”
Caliph continued to move until she stiffened, her body trembling with her orgasm.
He had glimpsed Jennifer’s submissiveness in the shop. When combined with her bruised self-esteem, it had tugged at his heart, triggered a need in him to reach out to hold her.
He longed to expose her desires, to show Jennifer the beauty to be found in giving herself to a man completely, while trying to bolster her confidence.
Caliph was pissed off at her ex for the number he’d worked on her and he hoped he never ran into the man on the street.
His plan had been to give her one night to discover who she was and exactly how much she had to offer.
What he hadn’t expected was to find the perfect complement to his own desires. She was the yin to his yang, the medium to his technique.
But Jennifer wasn’t looking for a relationship. She’d said so herself. And he believed her. Understood that she truly needed time to find herself.
Even as he thought the words, he wanted to rage against the cliché.
She began to tremble and he heard her soft sniffle. He lifted her, drawing her onto his lap. Caliph felt a splash of wetness on his skin.
“Jen?”
She burrowed deeper against his chest, obviously ashamed of her tears.
“Hey.” Caliph lifted her face until he could see her pretty blue eyes. “Don’t hide from me.”
“I d-don’t know why I’m c-crying. You must think I’m insane.”
He frowned. “No. I think you’re a beautiful woman who just experienced something new and pretty fucking intense. It’s going to take you a little while to find your footing again. Just hold tight to me, okay? I won’t let you fall.”
Her grip around his neck tightened, her tears flowing more freely now.
He placed soft kisses on the top of her head, whispering “shh” over and over until her trembling stopped and her breathing slowed.
Her response to his spanking was normal.
She was new to the experience and though there was genuine submissiveness at her core, it was natural for her to be confused by her response and her feelings about the act, as they were likely in direct opposition to everything she’d ever been raised to believe about being an independent woman.
“Feel better?”
She nodded. “I didn’t expect—” She paused and he sensed she was searching for a way to explain.
“You loved it.”
It wasn’t a question. Her responses to him were incredible, open, honest. Just like the woman in his arms.
“So much,” she whispered.
“You want more?”
“God yes.”
Caliph’s cock had begun to thicken during the spanking. There was something wholly arousing about watching a woman’s beautiful ass turn red under his hand. But Jennifer’s request, her desire for something stronger, fed his needs.
He pushed her onto her stomach on the bed, lifting her hips until her knees found support on the edge of the mattress. He stood behind her, stroking her ass for only a moment.
Caliph reached for the nightstand and donned a condom. “How hard do you want it, Jen?”
She shuddered, her body quivering in response. Obviously the spanking had awakened something inside her. Pain turned her on.
“Please, Caliph. I need—”
Her tone told him all he needed to know. Before she could finish her request, he was there, shoving in to the hilt in one strong, deep blow.
Jennifer screamed as her inner muscles clenched around his cock. Caliph didn’t give way, didn’t ease up. Instead he pummeled faster.
Her first orgasm hit hard and fast, but he wasn’t finished yet.
He couldn’t give up the heaven he found inside her body.
She didn’t shy away from his strength, from his rough claiming.
Instead, she added to the pressure, her fists gripping the bedspread as she shoved back in time with his thrusts forward.
Caliph’s vision blurred as his balls drew tight. Usually he had more self-control than this. He tried to draw in a deep breath, fighting against the desire to come. It was all happening too fast.
Jennifer needed—deserved—so much more. He forced himself to slow his pace.
“No.” Jennifer sensed his retreat, so she doubled her efforts, pushing against him more roughly.
He gripped her hips, attempting to hold her still. She didn’t give up the struggle to take control.
“Jen. Stop.” His voice was deep, stern. Demanding.
She responded to it instantly.
“Caliph,” she whispered. “Please.”
Her soft plea was almost his undoing. Almost.
Then he shook his head. She was topping from the bottom. He’d never let a sub get away with that. Ever.
He slapped her ass, two hard blows to remind her who was in charge.
The effort was wasted on his sexy lover. Rather than subdue her, it fired her libido even more.
She lifted her ass higher. “Again. Do it again.”
He stifled the laugh clamoring for release. His submissive was going to be fun to tame. Caliph pulled out and stepped away from the bed.
Jennifer lifted her head, looking over her shoulder. She started to speak, but he shook his head once, the only warning he intended to give her.
She closed her mouth and waited, though he could see how difficult the effort was.
“Roll over onto your back. Open your legs and hold them that way until I tell you otherwise.”
It was time to test some limits. Jennifer had come to his bed with the desire to expand her sexual experiences.
While there was no denying she enjoyed the blowjob and doggie style, neither were likely new for her.
She’d responded strongly to the unknown—the wax play and the spanking—and he was anxious to introduce her to more.
Jennifer slowly spread her legs, gripping them below the knee. He could tell she was uneasy with being on display. Despite all they’d already done, lying still while exposing her most private places was going to force her to overcome her issues with self-esteem.
Caliph didn’t bother to mask his perusal of her body. He let his gaze slide over every sensuous curve. He wondered if she’d be willing to pose for him some time. Let him draw her. Her body was art incarnate—a beautiful study.
Once he’d looked his fill, he decided to up the ante.
“Touch yourself.”