Her eyes widened, but she didn’t protest. “Yes.”
I raised her hips with both hands and slid the pants down around her upper thighs. “Do you feel it here?” I asked, grazing the tiny bud with one finger.
She moaned. “Yes,there. Especially there.”
“There’s nothing to be afraid of. It’s perfectly natural to become aroused when I play with your nipples. If I touch youhere…” I slid one finger into her pussy. She let out a little cry. “I’ll find you’re wet.”
I raised my finger to my mouth and licked it. She drew in her breath.
“I wondered when I tasted you if you…” She stopped again. I was entranced. My queen had a shy streak. I’d enjoy the times when my mastery compelled her to do as I commanded despite her embarrassment.
“If I liked the way you taste?” I gave her a naughty grin. “Oh, yes. Very much.”
I pulled her pants off and slid her to the edge of the table. Bending forward, I hooked her knees over my shoulders, spread her legs wide, and licked. She shuddered and bucked.
“Oh, no, my lady. When I let you stroke and lick and suck me to your heart’s content without a protest, I was being indulgent. But I told you when we are alone, queen or no queen, I am your master, and you will obey me. Right now, your master wants to explore every inch of your body. You will lie there and accept it – or I’ll have to punish you.”
“Punish me? You wouldn’t dare!”
I lifted her hips off the table and gave her ass two sharp smacks. She let out a squeal. “I can, and I will.” I ran my hand possessively over the cheeks I’d swatted, raked my eyes over her naked body, and raised one eyebrow. “The way I see it, there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”
She shivered again, but her pussy lips glistened with the juices of her arousal. I’d been right. My queen had a submissive streak. I put it to the test.
“Put your heels on the table and spread your legs nice and wide for me so I can look and touch and taste my fill. If you move, I'll make you bend over and then spank your ass.”
I loved seeing a sweet ass quiver and redden beneath my hand, almost as much as I loved eating pussy. Knowing Melisandre had never been spanked made me eager to turn her over my knee and warm her bottom. Show her the spice it could add to lovemaking.
Then I’d squeeze her ass cheeks while I licked and sucked. She’d feel the sting from my smacks and discover a hint of pain enhanced her pleasure – and her submissiveness.
Chapter Seventeen
Melisandre
I thought I’d been at the peak of arousal last night and again this morning, but it was nothing compared to the way I felt stretched out naked on the table with my legs spread. I never knew I could get hot from words alone. But when he spoke of mastering me, said I’d have to obey his every command or be punished, a wicked thrill shot through me.
Of course, I challenged him. I’d never been faced with such a blatant display of masculinity, and I thought it was all bravado. So when he raised my bottom and smacked me, I was too stunned at first to react.
Then a shocking bolt of raw lust rocketed through me.
He grabbed my bottom and lifted my hips higher. Watching my face all the while, he ran his tongue up, ending with a quick flick over my throbbing clit. His fingers dug into my rear cheeks, reigniting the fiery sting of his smacks. To my shock, my pussy clenched then gushed.
His eyes darkened, and he darted his tongue in. “I love to taste your juices.”
As he licked and lapped, I moaned, trying desperately to lie still. But when he dipped his lead lower and circled my puckered rear opening with his tongue, embarrassment caused me to dig my heels into the table and push away.
“No!You can’t…you mustn’t…”
He lifted his head, and I saw the glimmer of dragon fire deep in his eyes. “Never tell your master what he can and cannot do.”
He lifted me off the table, trousers still around my knees, and hooked his foot around the leg of one of the heavy chairs at the table. Dragging it close, he sank onto it and draped me over his lap face-down.
When his hand connected with my backside, I let out a squeal. “All right, all right! I get it. I won’t say that again.”
“I don’t think you do get it,” he replied and smacked me again, even harder. “You will do as I say. Always. Without argument, without hesitation.”
He began spanking me in earnest, fast hard smacks. First on one cheek, then the other. I writhed and bucked. He laid his other arm across my back, holding me in place. I tried kicking him in the shins, but with my leather pants binding my knees together, I couldn’t put much power behind it.
“You beast!” I shrieked.