So did her clit.
She jumped when he put his hands on her waist.
“Shhh,” he soothed as he pushed her toward him. His long thighs pressed lightly to her outer thighs. “Bend forward slightly,” he instructed.
One of his hands dropped away when she did what he’d said.
“Oh!” she cried out. He’d turned up the vibrator. Her hips twitched slightly at the arousing sensation.
Smack.
She gasped. The sound of skin against skin, the tingle and the burn on her ass left her stunned. A hot spike of arousal drove through her. Her sex clamped tight against the vibrator.
“I thought it was best just to get it over with and end the suspense,” Vanni said thickly before he spanked her again, this time on the other cheek.
Chapter Twenty
It was a brisk, precise pop of his cupped hand against skin. This time, she kept her mouth closed over the cry that jumped out of her throat, muting the sound to a whimper. It didn’t hurt terribly. It did burn. The prickle of nerves amplified the simmer of her clit. He kept his hand on her, massaging the stinging skin and muscle. That made her moan and her pelvis strain forward slightly. She wished like hell she could press her pussy against something solid.
“Speak to me,” he said gruffly. “Do you want me to stop?”
Keeping her mouth shut tight, she shook her head.
“Emma?” he grated out.
“No, I don’t want you to stop,” she said emphatically, irritated that he’d made her put it into words and just . . . turned on. Her nipples ached. Her cheeks were on fire.
“That’s all I wanted to hear. Three more.”
His hand rose. Her heart stopped and then leapt against her breastbone when he landed another spank on the cheek he’d smacked first. It wasn’t any harder than the first or second swats, but it stung more for having been previously punished. She bit her lip to stifle a sound. He caressed the prickling cheek, soothing the madly firing nerves. It aroused her, his big hand palming almost her entire ass cheek, massaging the warmed flesh.
“You have a very spankable ass,” he said, and she took heart from the heat in his tone. “Tight and round and ripe,” he added distractedly as he continued to massage her. Then he was palming her other cheek, now using both hands, his actions unapologetically greedy and lewd. Emma bit harder on her lip to prevent crying out.
“Bend over again,” he directed, and she realized she’d straightened slightly as she tried to get friction on her sex.
He palmed one cheek from below, squeezing it, and applied two firm, succinct spanks on the captive flesh. Emma started and couldn’t stop herself from crying out softly. He rubbed both of her cheeks at once.
“There. It’s all done. Your first spanking. How was it?”
“Okay,” she managed.
“Okay? Or better than okay?” he asked, continuing to squeeze and massage her ass.
Shyness suddenly fell on her, a strange, unwanted feeling that mixed oddly with her intense arousal.
“Better than okay. Much,” she whispered the last.
His massaging hands stilled. “You’re so sweet.”
She just stood there, speechless at something she heard in his voice.
“I told myself I could wait for dessert, but I’ve never had to wait for something like you,” he said, his warm breath ghosting her breast. Then his hands were on her upper arms and he was pulling her closer.
His warm mouth closed around an aching nipple.
“Vanni,” she said shakily, her hands pulling on the restraint at her wrists. It wasn’t that she wanted to escape. It was just that his warm, wet mouth and laving tongue on her nipple were unbearably pleasurable. She panted, her body strained tight, feeling deliciously trapped as he resumed massaging her ass as he sucked on her nipple, and all the while, the damn vibrator continued on its merry way. Oh God, she couldn’t take it anymore—
His finger was suddenly on the end of the vibrator on her clit, pressing lightly, tapping out an electrical code in her flesh. An electrical command. Her eyes sprung wide beneath the blindfold. Her muscles jerked tight.