Relationships like this take time, and they need to establish trust…
But this is no relationship, I remind myself.
It’s a one-night stand, no more, no less.
I rest my right hand on her heated ass, my cock throbbing, but I hold myself in check. With my left hand around her waist, I give her a gentle squeeze.
“I need you to trust me.”
I want more. So much more.
She’s trembling over my lap, and I don’t know if it’s from nerves or arousal or excitement, or a cocktail of all of the above.
“Trust you?” she whispers. Her eyes are closed, her wavy hair tumbling all about her, so fetching and pretty.
I rub my palm over her pink skin, still painted with my handprints. Gorgeous.
“Yes. Trust me.”
“I just put myself over your knee for a spanking. If that doesn’t show trust…”
Good answer. I gently part her legs with the back of my hand to reward her, tracing my fingers between her warm, damp thighs.
The seductive, sweet scent of her arousal fills the air, and I stifle a groan. My cock is painfully hard beneath her, my heart hammering in my chest with the need to do more. So much more. The bright lights of the city dance on her naked back, and far away in the distance, someone plays strains of jazz.
I cup her sex with my palm, and she arches into me with a moan. I’m lost to the heat of this moment.
“Tell daddy what you want,” I say in a hoarse whisper, as she grinds herself against my palm.
“I want to come, daddy,” she whispers.
A rush of heady arousal and excitement floods me at her response.
Perfect.
“Good answer, baby. You deserve a reward for being such a very good girl. Spread your legs for daddy.”
Her thighs part further, and I waste no time in exploring her folds, slick with arousal. I stroke my fingers through her, circling her clit while she moans and arches. I press my thumb in her channel and pump, eager to reward her and teach her to be daddy’s good girl.
“I’m going to—I can’t—”
I bend my mouth to her ear. “Don’t hold yourself back. You want this. You’ve earned this. You come on daddy’s fingers or you earn daddy’s belt.”
She spasms and writhes and moans with pleasure, and the sight of her coming while I ease her body to release is the most gorgeous sight I’ve ever seen. This is no fabricated orgasm to stroke my ego—I’ve seen plenty of those— but pure, honest, unadulterated bliss. I hold her over my lap while I bring her to pleasure until she’s panting, and she collapses over my knee.
“Oh my God,” she says on a moan. Fine dots of perspiration dot her back, the hair at the back of her head damp. “That was… that was amazing.”
And we’ve only just warmed up.
She gets up off my lap, trembling. I reach for her, gather her up in my arms, and hold her against me. I bend my mouth to her ear and whisper, “Bed. Now.”
Her arms encircle my neck. She’s glowing in post-orgasmic bliss, a soft smile playing at her lips. I bend and brush my lips against hers, and my heart trips against my rib cage.
This is a one-night stand, I tell myself. One. Night.
But I can make it the best fucking night of her life.
I carry her to the master suite. I love the way her lust-filled eyes widen when she sees the sprawling room, the king-sized bed, all whites and blacks and golds. Muted recessed lighting gives the room an air of intimacy and tranquility. I lay her on the bed. She stays just where I put her, her head propped on the pillow, her beautiful body on full display.
“One night,” she whispers and bites her lip. “What can I do for you, sir?”
I bend and gather her hair between my fingers, gently tugging until her lips part and her eyes roll back.
“Call me daddy.”
“Mmm. Yes, daddy.”
My cock hardens painfully.
“On your knees,” I order. “I want you chest down, ass in the air, ready to take me from behind.”
With an eager nod, she flips over on the bed and obeys me. Her reddened ass is on display, her tits graze the bedspread, her palms splayed out on the bed to support her.
“You stay right there.” I make quick work of removing my clothes while she watches me, her head tipped to the side. She doesn’t bother to hide the way her eyes roam over my body in unadulterated lust, or the way she arches her back but trembles, eager for me to take her but apprehensive about this night.
I unbutton my shirt and toss it to the corner of the room. Her eyes widen when my hands travel to my waist and unfasten the buckle to my belt. I double the leather in my hand, step over to the bed, and give her a teasing smack.