there, she ran her hands up and down the sides of her jeans, trying to work up the courage to do as he’d told her.
Her body tingled from head to toe. Her pussy hummed, warm vibrations swirling between her legs. The anticipation was nearly sending her over the edge.
Knowing she was only stalling, she undid her jeans and peeled them down her legs. She pulled her sweater over her head and tossed it aside. She hesitated for a slight moment before removing her underwear and bra.
Feeling vulnerable standing in the middle of the room—naked—she moved to the bed and crawled onto the warm comforter. She turned over onto her back and waited for Luke.
She heard him moments later and looked over to see him standing in the door.
“You look magnificent.”
She smiled and watched as he moved closer to the bed. He sat down on the edge and reached his hand out to smooth over the skin of her belly.
His fingers worked their way up until he fiddled with her nipple rings. Fine little goose bumps broke out over her flesh as he tweaked and plucked at her nipples.
“Are you ready for this, Gracie?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Get up,” he directed.
She climbed off the bed and stood beside him. He circled an arm around her waist and pulled her down to his lap. At first she didn’t understand how he was positioning her, but he turned her so she lay across his lap, belly down. Oh God. She knew what this was about.
His hand glided over her back and to the curve of her ass. Then without warning, his palm smacked down, sending a current of fire through her body.
He petted her and soothed the area before slapping the other cheek with his open hand.
She twisted restlessly against him, needing something, not quite sure what. The blows stung, but directly on the heels of the impact came such delicious pleasure. She was at a loss as to how to describe it, how to react to the erotic spanking. He was giving her exactly what she’d said she fantasized about.
Three, four more times his hand met with the plump flesh of her behind. She moaned softly and squirmed even more.
Then as suddenly as he’d pulled her down, he stood up, picking her up with him.
“Stand right here and don’t move,” he said as he positioned her by the bed.
In a few seconds he returned with a piece of rope. She trembled as he pulled her hands behind her back and began coiling the rope around her wrists. When he finished, he pushed her gently toward the bed.
“Lay face down on the bed, feet on the floor.”
She bent over the bed, placing her cheek against the mattress, and planted her feet on the floor. Her ass was vulnerable and exposed in this position, and it made her even wetter.
She heard him walk away then return. Smooth wood made contact with her ass with a crack that made her jump. She closed her eyes and tensed, waiting for the next blow.
Another followed close behind and then another. Her ass was on fire, the tingling nearly painful in its intensity. She needed release, needed to come, but she was helpless to his demands.
“I want to fuck you so bad, right here, right now,” Luke said behind her. “Your ass is so red, so sensitive.”
She moaned again as the paddle came down across her butt. “Please,” she whispered.
She heard the sound of a zipper and knew he had undone his jeans. Then she heard the crinkle of a wrapper and before she could process anything further, his hands gripped her thighs, spreading her, and in one motion he plunged into her pussy.
She cried out at the almost unbearable fullness. He hadn’t taken off his jeans, merely unzipped them enough to get his cock free. She could feel the scratch of denim against the tender skin of her ass. She wasn’t going to last long.
He began pumping in and out of her, and she was trapped beneath him, unable to move, only able to accommodate his thrusts. She strained against her bonds, needing to be free but delighting in the sensation of being bound, subject to his mercy.
Her orgasm built and spread, preparing to explode. With each thrust, the pressure in her belly grew until she bucked against him, desperate for release.
He wrapped his big hands around her waist and pulled her back to meet each thrust. He leaned into her, pressing her further into the bed, his weight pushing his cock even deeper.
“Luke!” she cried out.
Just as she felt him pick up his pace, her orgasm burst upon her with the speed of an explosion. She tried to scream but no sound came out. She had a mouthful of the bedspread, her teeth dug in with the agony of her release.
Every muscle in her body tensed painfully as Luke rocked her body against the bed. He strained against her, holding himself deep as his hips spasmed.
“God, Gracie,” he gasped out as he shuddered again.
She went limp underneath him, and he collapsed against her back, his ragged breathing close to her ear. He felt good, his big body covering hers, his cock still wedged deep into her pussy. When he finally moved, she made a sound of protest.
He stepped away for a moment then returned and began untying her hands. When she was free, he climbed onto the bed and pulled her up into his arms.
She cuddled into his chest and rubbed her cheek against his shirt.
“No fair, you’re still dressed.”
He laughed. “I won’t be for long. That was incredible, Gracie. Thank God I brought so many condoms. I think we’re going to need every last one of them.”
He wrapped his arms tighter around her and held her close as they rested.
“It was perfect,” she whispered. And it had been. It was as if he’d reached into her mind and plucked out every exacting detail of what she wanted from a man.
He bent to kiss her. “I’m glad. But we’re only getting started.”
Chapter Nine
Gracie lay cuddled in Luke’s arms for a long moment. Finally, he pulled away from her and stood beside the bed. He began shedding his clothing, and Gracie stared with unabashed admiration.
His body was beautiful. There was no other way to describe it. Tight, well muscled, the dips and contours were meant for exploring. She couldn’t wait.
As he pulled his jeans off, his semi-erect cock flashed in her view. She ached to reach out and touch it. She wanted to fondle it and stroke it, watch it spring to life under her attention.
He was built for a woman’s pleasure. There wasn’t a woman alive who wouldn’t want a cock this size and wouldn’t die of pleasure in the process.
“Do you like what you see?” Luke asked as he stood before her.
She licked her lips. “I want to taste you,” she said.
Luke groaned. “Damn, Gracie, you make me crazy.”
He got back onto the bed and settled over her body. He lowered his mouth to hers, nipping and sucking at her bottom lip. His lips traveled down the line of her jaw to her neck and then around to her chest.
“I’ve been dying to taste your nipples,” he said hoarsely as he closed his mouth around one.
She arched into him, moaning at the sweet pleasure that streaked from her breasts to her abdomen.
He caught the ring between his teeth and tugged gently. He swirled his tongue around the stiff peak before capturing it between his teeth and nibbling delicately at it.
She worked her hands into his hair and held tightly to him as he sucked at her nipples. He feasted on the sensitive buds, licking, sucking, and biting.
Finally he kissed his way to her belly. He ran his tongue around her navel, leaving a wet trail as he moved lower.
He tugged her legs apart as he moved his body down the bed. Her pussy throbbed in anticipation. He gently parted the slick folds with his fingers then bent his head to lick her clitoris.
Her body jerked in reaction, and she sighed in absolute pleasure. His fingers worked lower, sliding into her opening as he nibbled and licked at the quivering bud.
She closed her eyes and surrendered herself completely to what he gave her. Already she
could feel her nerve endings tightening, the familiar rise to something wonderful.
He spread her legs wider and moved off the bed long enough to slip on another condom. Then he slid up her body, settling between her legs.
He played with her nipple rings as his cock nudged at her pussy entrance. He bent and nipped sharply at the quivering peak just as he thrust into her.
As his hips bucked forward, he gathered her in his arms, holding her tightly as he slid into her. His lips moved hotly over her neck and to her mouth, capturing her in a breathless kiss.
He moved powerfully between her legs, stroking to her deepest regions. He felt so big. He stretched her, the friction caused by each thrust making her mindless. She grabbed at his shoulders, sinking her nails deep.
His hands slid down her body until he grasped her buttocks. He squeezed and kneaded as he cupped her against his body. He spread her wider, diving impossibly deep into her. Then he trailed one hand between them, finding her clit and pinching it between his fingers.
She bolted upward, straining against him as he stroked the quivering flesh. He thrust again and again until she panted beneath him.
Her orgasm built to impossible heights and still she hung there, creeping ever closer but not tumbling over the edge. She clamped her teeth together and squeezed her eyes shut as the pressure became nearly unbearable.
He began rocking into her, faster, his thrusts harder. He set an impossible pace and demanded her body keep up.
“Oh God, oh God,” she chanted as she felt her body began to splinter apart.
She let out a long wail as he slammed into her again. Around her the room blurred and she felt a thousand strings break in her pussy.
He moved frantically against her, his orgasm racing over him as she found her own. Sweat dripped from his forehead as he arched into her one last time.
She went limp a second before he collapsed over her. It took all her energy but she wrapped her arms around him and held him close as he fought to catch his breath.