He slipped his fingers from inside her, earning him another soft whimper, then took his time delivering the rest of the blows. A nicer man would’ve made quick work of it, would’ve let her off the hook. But he was enjoying her too much. Even when he’d been deep in the scene in college, spanking hadn’t been a particular fetish of his, but he could see it quickly becoming one with Kelsey. He could imagine himself spending hours bringing Kelsey to the brink and back, reveling in those sounds and quivers she made.
He put his strength into the last blow, the power of it rocking her roughly against his lap. Kelsey cried out but it was all gritty desperation now, not pain. She was way past that point, writhing against his legs, seeking the last little bit of stimulation that would send her over. But this was punishment after all, and he wasn’t going to grant her what she wanted quite yet.
He released her arms, being sure to keep her steady, and eased her to her knees on the floor in front of him. She let out a soft mewl of protest but kept her gaze downward, her blonde hair damp and framing her flushed cheeks. Beautiful. Perfect.
“Look at me, Kelsey.”
She raised her face to him, those blue eyes soft and yielding. Eager.
He tucked his hand inside his pajama pants, taking his now-aching cock in his palm. “You see what you do to me. How much I love having you under my hand?”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered as she watched his hand with rapt attention. He pulled his cock free of his pants and stroked upward. The tip of her tongue touched her lips.
“I was going to fuck you again tonight. Was going to bring you to my bed, take my time, and taste every sweet bit of you.”
A pained look crossed her face.
“But you tried to push the issue. To control how things went down. And so now instead of tonight being about me pleasuring you, you will please me instead.”
She nodded. “I understand. I want to please you, sir.”
He rubbed the bead of moisture along the crest of his dick, watching her watch him. She wanted this. Either the submissive in her had kicked into full stride, and the thought of pleasuring him would please her. Or the defiant part of her knew that the best way to get the upper hand on a male dominant was to bring him past the brink of his self-control—and her mouth around his cock would be a surefire way to get there.
Either way, he was one step ahead of her. She just didn’t know it yet.
He spread his thighs wide, clasping his fingers around the base of his cock. “Take me in your mouth, love. Show me how much you yearn to please.”
Kelsey’s lips twitched at the corners, a secret smile. Oh, yeah, the effect of the spanking was fading and she was looking for a way to grab the wheel again. She scooted forward on her knees and with the litheness of a cat, lowered herself to his lap, wrapping her lips around the head of his cock and sliding down, down, down. Slow. Past the point where most women stopped. He felt the tip of him tap the back of her throat.
He didn’t hold back the strangled groan that welled up in him. “Fuck, that’s good.”
She lifted her gaze, locking with his, as she slowly dragged her lips and tongue upward, caressing him in the hottest, wettest, sensual slide. His feet arched—actually fucking arched—with the sensation of it all. He laced a hand in her hair, gripping the side of her skull as she continued her expertly crafted assault. And that’s what it was, a full frontal assault on his willpower.r: Roni Loren
She bit the inside of her cheek to keep from talking back again and got to her feet. He was right. She’d known exactly what she’d been doing. And if the roles had been reversed and a submissive had tried that with her, she wouldn’t have let it slide either. But she hadn’t expected Wyatt to take this so seriously. They liked each other, had good chemistry. Wasn’t having a little sexy fun what this was about?
But clearly she’d underestimated Wyatt in this arena. She’d expected him to throw some power around in the bedroom, act the part. But as he followed her movements with a hard gaze and a locked jaw, she realized he wasn’t putting on a show at all. He may be out of practice, but this was no role. This was who he was—the real man beneath the urbane surface.
She swallowed hard, honest fear entering the equation for the first time. Wyatt was expecting her to truly submit. For this to be real. He wanted her surrender. Her palms went damp.
And so did her panties.
She blinked, surprised at her body’s almost instant response. “I’m sorry, sir.”
He pointed at a spot on the floor. “In front of me. Now.”
She lowered her head and stepped to where he’d indicated, standing between his spread knees. She couldn’t miss the twitch in his pajama pants, his own arousal stirring. She had the ridiculous urge to fall to her knees and beg his forgiveness, to take him in her hand, her mouth, to replace that look of disappointment with one of pleasure.
What. The. Fuck?
She clenched her fists. This wasn’t how she responded to men. She had the utmost respect for both sides of the D/s dynamic, but she was not on the s side. Why was her mind trying to sink?
“Stop fighting your natural response or you’re going to earn more punishment,” he said, his tone cool but his gaze hot.
“I’m not fighting anything.”
He sighed and reached out to unfurl her clenched fists. “I hope you realize the more you try to scramble for a ledge to grab, the harder I’m going to tug.”
She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, his quiet threat making it hard to be still. “This is only supposed to be training, sir. It’s not required for me to go into total surrender mode. I can’t. It’s not how I’m wired.”