There was something else though.
A part of me also wanted to please him.
My right hand reached down between my thighs, finding myself much wetter than I had been before I had walked out onto the balcony. How had he known? Could he see it from where he was sitting?
He smirked, keeping that information to himself.
Tentatively, I swirled my fingers once, nearly doubling over as a jolt of pleasure caught me off guard. He said nothing, simply enjoying my struggle. Needing a more supportive stance, I spread my feet wide. With a strong base, I circled over my clit once again and this time, it was easier to grapple with the spike of bliss that came along with it.
“That’s my good girl,” he growled.
I couldn’t bite back the moan that followed.
My movements were still hesitant though. I peeked back at him. His entire expression was dark with desire, and I could tell that he was just barely holding onto his restraint. I must have slowed down my fingers as I studied him though because he cleared his throat.
“You better try harder, angel. I’m starting to think you need to feel my belt after all.” He narrowed his eyes.
“Please, sir! I’ll come for you,” I vowed, my voice trembling with desperation. I wanted a fucking and not a belting right now. I’d already been spanked today and there was no doubt in my mind that his belt would be that much worse.
I circled my fingers a bit faster. My hips started to move back and forth. I curled my shoulders forward and lifted my chin, focusing on the feel of my fingertips on my clit and his eyes on my bare flesh.
I didn’t want to come this way.
I couldn’t help it.
Goosebumps rose up and down my arms, but a liquid heat coursed through me with wild abandon. My passionate need pulsed hotter and before long, my head was swirling in the clouds. The wind constantly whipped around me, which made it feel as though he was touching me even though he was still a few feet away from me.
My heart pounded and another moan escaped me. My fingers danced faster now. I pressed down more firmly, and the blazing heat of desire nearly made my legs give way. My muscles tensed, and I whipped my head back just as my reluctant release finally slammed into me.
With my other hand, I captured my nipple and squeezed it tight, crying out as my thighs flexed and my core spiraled with bliss. I rode out each wave of pleasure, somehow writhing and standing at the same time. My breasts felt heavy with desire. My thighs quaked, but I didn’t stop teasing my clit.
That just made my release that much longer.
My inner walls spasmed hard several times and my moans of pleasure quickly transformed into frantic screams of climax.
I wasn’t sure how I kept myself upright, but by the time the most intense part of it was beginning to fade, my legs felt like jelly. I wavered from side to side and suddenly a pair of strong arms surrounded me, holding me up and keeping me from falling.
“That’s my good girl. You came hard for me, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” I whispered. My forehead pressed against his chest. The sound of his heartbeat was steady and strong, and I breathed easier because of it.
The security of him pressing against me took me by surprise. Slowly, I drew my hand away from my throbbing clit as he lifted me off the floor. He carried me back into the house and down the hall to my bedroom. His hand cupped the side of my face, and I stared back up at him.
His sultry gaze was absolutely breathtaking.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, angel.”
“Sir,” I whispered. My voice was hoarse. It was shaking almost as much as the rest of my body was.
“I can’t wait to see how pretty you are when you’re full of my cock,” he crooned. All of a sudden, it felt hard to breathe. Did he really mean that?
“Please,” I begged. His answering smile was so wicked that a surge of panicked anticipation jolted through me. He placed me down on the floor. Before I could see anything, he pushed me so that I was face down on the bed with his hand splayed across my upper back.
“You need a good hard fucking, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir… I’ve never…” I whined shyly. I was suddenly insanely nervous about my virginity. Would it hurt when he took me?
“It’s okay, angel. I’ll take care of you,” he assured me. He didn’t sound concerned, not even in the slightest. In fact, if I listened closely, there was an air of excitement at the news that I was untouched.