“We’ll make this very simple,” he said quietly, his gaze lowering over her as he came closer, making her already tingling skin prickle in awareness. He set down the bench. She realized he held more than the paddle in his other hand. She glanced down nervously and saw he held the dual vibrator he always used on her. Her clit twanged with excitement, her body having become conditioned to the pleasure that would follow the vision of the little device.
“I’m going to put this in you,” he said, holding up the vibrator. “I enjoy giving you little punishments, but I only want them to arouse you. Do you need lubrication?”
His question mortified her. True, she’d gone soft and wet for him when he’d kissed and touched her earlier, but it’d been choosing that paddle while he’d watched her with that hawklike gaze of his that had truly got her ready. She shook her head, staring at his tie.
“I’ve told you that’s a good thing, Emma,” he chided quietly. “It pleases me, that choosing your mode of punishment excited you.”
She gave him a dry glance and rolled her eyes to diminish her embarrassment. His smiled widened as he went to set the paddle on the table.
He held up the vibrator expectantly as he returned, and she recalled what he’d told her to do whenever he did that. She parted her thighs, her heart starting to pound in her ears. He stepped closer and reached between her legs, the vibrator in his hand. “Look at me so I can read your expression,” he murmured when she continued to stare blindly at his shirtfront and tie. She looked up and felt his fingertip touch her entry. His jaw went hard. “Yes, nice and wet.” He pushed the vibrator into her several inches, wedging the other end against her clit. “Okay?” he asked, reaching up to touch her shoulder. The feeling of his fingertips skimming across naked skin caused her skin to roughen in excitement.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Then come over to the bench,” he instructed. “Kneel here,” he said, indicating the two padded ledges on either side of the raised center portion. He guided her down, but upon seeing the bench Emma had instinctively understood the position required. When she settled, she straddled the raised cushion, belly and breasts and cheek resting on the elevated portion while her knees and hands were at the outer, lower ledges. Her ass was at the very edge.
“How does it feel?” Vanni asked, bending down and reaching under her hips. She realized he was adjusting the vibrator, making sure the clitoral end was in place.
She assessed what she was feeling, spread like that on the bench, her
bare ass in the air. “Very . . . vulnerable,” she admitted breathlessly.
“Yes,” he mused. She turned her chin, trying to see what he was doing, and saw him reach into his pant pocket. He withdrew the remote control for the vibrator and pushed a button. She moaned softly in excitement. He’d put it to a medium setting, she’d guess. Instinctively, she pressed down with her hips, grinding her pussy and the vibrator against the cushion. “What else are you feeling?” he asked her.
“Excited. But I’m nervous, too,” she said in a muffled voice.
“I’m not going to hurt you, you know that. It’ll just sting and burn a little,” he said, walking across the room. He picked up the paddle from the table and walked toward her. He looked very tall and large from her position on the paddling bench. She couldn’t pull her eyes off the vision of holding the paddle and the bulge in the front of his trousers. “Too much nervousness will ruin your pleasure. But just the right amount will give your pleasure an extra edge.”
He came around the back of her to the opposite side. She couldn’t see him anymore and started to turn her head.
“No,” he said sharply. “Keep your eyes turned away.”
“Why?” she asked, anticipation and excitement making her voice shaky.
“This will excite me very much,” he said thickly. Her eyes went wide and her heart seemed to stop when she felt him press the end of the paddle against her ass. “You’re very beautiful. If you look at me, I might find myself taking you before I turn your sweet ass pink. But I’m determined to give you fifteen good strokes. I want to know that when we’re out together tonight that your ass is sensitive under your new dress. I want your pussy to be, too. I want you to feel it when you’re sitting down next to me or if we see each other from across the room. I want you to remember being at my mercy. I want you to remember me.”
She moaned softly, aroused by his words and the persistent buzzing on her sex caused by the vibrator. He lifted the paddle.
“Mrs. Denis has gone to a racing celebration in the village. You needn’t worry about anyone overhearing. The villa is empty except for us,” he said.
Emma found herself hugging the center portion of the stool in almost unbearable excitement.
Smack.
He’d paddled her. She jumped slightly, not because it was terribly painful, but because she’d been so tense in anticipation, not knowing what to expect. His hand was immediately there, soothing the sting, shaping her flesh to his. “Such a sweet ass,” he said. “You picked the exact paddle I’ve fantasized about using on you.”
“I did?” she asked shakily, highly distracted by his massaging, molding hand on her ass and the increasing burn on her clit. She ground her hips down instinctively against the bench. She couldn’t seem to help it—
“Yes,” he said, and his hand fell away. “But that doesn’t surprise me. Almost everything you do seems predesigned to drive me crazy.”
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, her entire focus on the sensation of him pressing the paddle against her ass again and circling it slightly. She wished she could see him.
“No you’re not,” he said in a hard tone. “You love having me at your mercy as much as I love having you that way.” The paddle was gone and she knew it was swinging. She braced herself, but a small oh popped out of her throat when it landed with a thwack. It stung, but she’d managed not to jump this time. Then the paddle was gone again and she gripped onto the bench with knees and elbows. Smack. She suppressed a whimper.
“If it’s too much, you have to say so,” Vanni said, his hand on her ass, rubbing the stinging flesh.
“It’s not too much,” she insisted in a high-pitched, choked voice. His soothing hand paused. Spreading his hand on the crack of her ass, he lifted and spread her buttocks. She almost felt his gaze scorching her sex. She squirmed in excitement. Suddenly his hand was gone. He swatted her again.
“Keep your ass still for the paddle,” he warned. His voice sounded strained. Was he as excited as she was? She doubted it, considering the wicked little dual vibrator that was turning her to a bundle of sizzling nerves. A breeze from the open French doors wafted into the room, tickling her burning bottom and clit, the contrast of sensation pricking her senses even more. “Take one more and we’ll pause a moment,” she heard him say.