“Sit.”
She sat on his chair, still warm from his body. He knelt in front of her and pressed her knees wide apart, then leaned forward. She gasped as he licked her sensitized clit. Two thick fingers glided inside her and she clenched around them.
“You are so fucking wet.”
He sucked on her clit and she gasped again, her head falling against the back of the chair as she arched against his mouth. His tongue teased her mercilessly, then he sucked again. Pleasure shot through her, then waves of ecstasy erupted within her. Pulsing. Washing through every cell.
She moaned as he continued to suck and lick, his fingers thrusting in and out.
“Oh, Mr. Pearce. I’m—” She gasped again as he sucked hard. “I’m coming.”
She wailed her release, her fingers coiled tightly in his dark wavy hair.
“Sir, please fuck me now.”
He kisse
d her clit, then leaned forward and licked her nipple, then gave it a quick suck.
“I was going to just ease into things tonight. No actual fucking.” He smiled. “But you have been such a good little sub.”
He took her hands and drew her to her feet, then guided her behind the chair and pressed her forward against the back of it. Standing behind her, he stroked her long hair from her neck and nuzzled, sending tingles through her. His big body leaned against her, his hard cock throbbing against her back. She longed for that big cock to be inside her as he swept her hair from her back and tossed it over her shoulder, then nuzzled her neck again.
He wrapped his hand around his cock and guided her until she was bent over the chair back, his mouth still playing over her neck. His cock glided between her legs, stroking her slick folds. Her vagina clenched as she anticipated the invasion of his pulsing, rock-hard member. His lips slipped from her neck as his shaft stroked over her folds again. Oh, God, she was desperate for him inside her.
“What the hell?” he exclaimed.
To her utter disappointment, his cock fell away and his hot body shifted. His finger stroked down her back.
“Kate, these scars…”
She tensed as he drew her to her feet and turned her to face him.
* * *
Matt had been just about to drive into Kate’s sweet wetness when he’d seen a series of angry red scars on her back. Now she stared at him with wide, vulnerable eyes.
“Were these from that night? That guy?”
She nodded.
“Oh, fuck, I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I had no idea…”
She’d told him the guy had whipped her, and he’d heard her screaming in her dreams, but he’d still had no idea how bad it had been. To leave scars like that … Fuck.
He tugged her into his arms and held her close, stroking her hair. “I wish I had been there to protect you.”
“It’s okay. I’m okay,” she said.
“No, it’s not okay.” Fuck, he wanted to kill the guy who’d done this to her. He wanted to keep her in his arms forever and protect her from the world.
“I’ve been such an idiot. Punishing you after what you went through. Kate, fuck, I was such an insensitive ass to bring out the riding crop tonight.”
“No, Matt.” She stroked his cheek, gazing at him with wide eyes. “You spanked me that first time because I asked you to, then later because you knew how much I liked it. And tonight, you could tell I was nervous and you asked me about it. Then you put it away.” She kissed him softly. “I know I can trust you.”
He captured her lips again, possessing her mouth with passion. “Of course you can trust me. I love you.”
He swept her into his arms and carried her up the stairs and into his bedroom. He placed her on the big bed and prowled over her.