“Yes, Sir.” She was slightly shocked by the breathlessness in her voice.
“Lift your skirt. Show me.”
Holy fuck. Face hot with embarrassment, she lifted the front of her skirt, giving him a small peek before dropping it down.
“No,” he said slowly. “Lift it all the way up then leave it there until I give you permission to drop it.”
She pulled her skirt up, wondering how it was possible for her cheeks to grow any hotter. Her skirt was tight and she had to wiggle slightly to get it up over her ass.
“Very good.” Curt studied her bare pussy as she resisted the urge to cover herself. “Hands on your head. Turn slowly, show me that ass.”
Her heart racing, she turned around.
“Stop there.” He told her, sounding closer. Then he placed his hand on her ass and she jumped slightly. He chuckled. “Nervous, darlin’?”
Nervous? Was he kidding? She was going to jump out of her skin.
He gave her ass two heavy smacks. “I’m waiting for an answer. And I don’t like to wait.”
Yeah, like she didn’t know that already.
“Y-yes,” she quickly replied after two more spanks were applied to her vulnerable butt cheeks.
“Good,” his voice was filled with satisfaction. “Wait here, right like this while I get ready.”
Thank God all the drapes were pulled and the door locked or she wasn’t certain she’d be able
to stand there in such a vulnerable state. The minutes ticked by slowly until she heard him on the stairs again. Although the wait was worth it as he came into view. He wore dark jeans and a white linen shirt with the arms pushed up. With his hair slightly longer than usual and a five o’clock shadow on his cheeks, it wasn’t hard to imagine him as a wicked pirate.
“Good girl,” he told her, cupping a breast and running his thumb over her hard nipple. She was too big to go without a bra, but she’d chosen a sparkly top that had inbuilt support. Still, there was very little between her sensitive nipple and Curt’s skillful fingers. He plucked at the nipple, pulling on it, easing back when it reached the point of pain. Jenna leaned into him, wanting more.
Curt ran his hand down her body to cup her mound. He pressed his thumb against her clit, rubbing it back and forth. Jenna bit down on her lip, hoping to stop the cries she could feel building inside her.
Suddenly, he stopped, leaving her feeling breathless and on fire. He pushed her hair back from her face. “You are so beautiful and damn sexy.” Leaning in, he kissed her gently. “On your knees, baby. I need you to give me some relief. Spread those legs and put your hands on your thighs.”
She eagerly dropped to her knees as he undid his fly then pushed his pants and boxers down, revealing his thick erection. She knew better than to touch without permission, so she waited as he took hold of his cock, running his hand up and down the long shaft.
Then he held it out to her.
“Keep your hands on your thighs. Just use your mouth,” Curt commanded, closing his eyes as her mouth wrapped around the head of his cock. He kept hold of the base, mostly so he wouldn’t come too quickly. He wanted to savor the feel of her wrapping his dick in warm, wet heat. She ran her tongue over the head, across the slit and he shuddered. He squeezed his shaft tighter, his balls already aching with the need to come.
She sucked him in quick, taking him deep before slowly releasing him, running her tongue over his shaft. Part of him wanted to pick her up, throw her over his shoulder and carry her upstairs so he could fuck her all night long.
But that wasn’t what she needed from him tonight. It wouldn’t solve the guilt that was weighing her down. She needed to feel some sense of atonement. And if he was honest, he needed this too. Needed her. Needed that feeling of being in control. Of course, he could just punish her here, in the privacy of their home.
Their home. He liked the sound of that. Even if he knew it was going to take some getting used to.
But he was going to take her to Saxon’s. Not only were there all sorts of wicked and depraved equipment that he could use on her, but it was time. She’d never played in a club and the longer they left it the more nervous she would become. The atmosphere, the people would just add to her excitement.
And her trepidation.
After all, he didn’t want her to think he was a soft Dom.
He grinned wickedly right as he let go and came in her mouth. She sucked down every drop then licked him clean.
“Enough.” He pulled her up, running his hand over her bare ass. Reaching between them, he slid two fingers through her slick heat, pushing them up inside her as he flicked her clit with his thumb.
“So wet. So ready.”