His hand squeezed my bottom before landing a smack against my right cheek and my body lurched forward, pulling on my makeshift nipple clamps. I moaned as the sensation went straight to my clit.
I lifted slightly, but he settled a hand between my shoulder blades and pushed me back down gently, slapping my bottom again. “Did I say you could move?”
“No, sir,” I rasped.
His hand brushed ever so slightly down my back and then his fingers dipped into my pussy, and I could barely hold back my orgasm.
I heard the foil of the condom rip and then his thighs hit the back of mine. I felt the head of his cock press against my entrance, and I rocked backward in an effort to move this little party along. I was rewarded with another smack on my bottom.
“Okay, the spanking just makes me want more,” I warned. “Um,sir.”
“Yeah, you’re gonna be fuckin’ fun,” he repeated, finally slamming into me.
Hard.
* * *
“I can’t move,” I mumbled into my sheets.
“You don’t have to,” Scooby said. “I’ll be right back.”
“Wait. Can you take care of the clamps?”
“Yeah, baby, roll.”
I rolled onto my back and Scooby removed the clamps gently before kissing each of my nipples, easing the sting. “I’ll take care of the cable ties in a bit,” he promised, kissing me gently, then heading into the bathroom.
Scooby returned quickly, settling a warm washcloth between my legs, then cutting me loose from my binds. He stretched out beside me, pulling me over his chest and covering us with a blanket, before asking, “Would now be a good time to tell you I know D.W. Foxblood?”
“What do you mean?” I ran a finger down his chest. “Like, as in, you’ve secretly read her books?”
“Like, as in, I know her. Personally. She’s married to a friendly MC brother.”
“What?” I gasped, sitting up on my knees. “What do you mean, she’s married to a ‘friendly MC brother’? Isn’t she from Portland?”
He smirked. “I have friends outside of Colorado, Twinkles.”
“Wait.” I waved my hands in the air. “I need all the details. How do you know her? When did you meet her? When canImeet her?”
He tugged me back down and kissed my temple. “Her real name’s Darien, she’s married to Mack who rides with the Dogs of Fire, and she’s fuckin’ cool as hell. Anytime you wanna head out there, baby, we’ll go.”
“Just that easy?”
“Just that easy,” he confirmed. “You a Melody Morgan fan?”
“Is the pope catholic?” I craned my neck to meet his eyes. “Why?”
“She’s also married to a Dog.”
I sat up again with a squeak. “What the heck’s in the Portland water?”
He frowned. “Don’t go gettin’ any ideas.”
“No ideas,” I promised. “Unless they involve you.” I smiled, leaning down to kiss his chest. “Because what we just did was amazing and if you keep getting creative like that, I’m never going anywhere.”
Scooby flipped me onto my back, kissing me gently. “You want me to keep gettin’ creative?”
“Definitely.”