Chapter 208 Chapter 208

Chapter 208 Chapter 208
Unable to help herself, she did as he said, taking in his powerful thighs and trim waist. His features were stern, formidable in a way she’d never seen before. If it weren’t for his constant stream of approval, she might gather her clothes and flee.

“Have you ever been spanked before?”

“No…” She hesitated. Was there something she was supposed to call him?

“Lucas is fine. I’m low protocol. Though if you should ever feel compelled, Sir is also acceptable.”

Until this moment, she would have never even considered it. But being here, on her knees, nude and her body spread open for him, was an alternate reality where the normal rules of life didn’t apply.

He crossed to an armchair and made himself comfortable.

“Come to me, little one, and drape yourself across my lap.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Add to the number of spanks you’ll receive for each moment you delay.”

“Ah…”

“That’s another.”

When she didn’t move, he spoke again.

“Now you’re up to two. Shall we make it more?”

Frantically shaking her head, she rose. Forcing down her attack of nerves, she hurried to him.

“For that, I’ll deduct that second stripe.”

Approval softened his voice.

Then he prompted her.

“You may want to express some appreciation.”

Anna Bella had never mentioned this part of the mindfuck. Then again, she had said that every relationship was different. Perhaps she hadn’t been forced to express gratitude to her Dominants.

“Uhm, thank you.”

“Excellent. Now please get into position.”

This was strange and awkward, but she did as he said.

Beneath her, the fabric of his slacks scratched her bare skin, and she was even more aware of how powerfully strong his legs were.

“Put your fingertips on the floor.”

He jostled her forward a little, ensuring she followed orders.

Self-preservation demanded it.

Then he stroked the back of her thighs and her buttocks before changing his angle so he could tease her.

Because she’d already experienced an orgasm, she was on the edge within seconds.

“This time, I’m going to make you wait.”

“That’s not fair.”

He laughed.

“I’ll make it worth it.”

The fact he stopped his stimulating ministrations was maddening. When she masturbated, she never prolonged the session. She played with herself, then cleaned up her toys and generally went straight to sleep.

Lucas was opening up whole new worlds for her.

He made small, concentric circles on her buttocks.

“I’m going to warm you up.”

“Meaning?”

“Bring blood flow to the area so none of my spanks leave bruises. There are times, in some relationships and situations, where there might not be a warmup.”

Like if she wanted a mark to remember the scene?

She shook her head to banish the wayward, unwelcome thought.

He began to rub, then increased the friction, jiggling her flesh.

“Almost there.”

On and on he went for at least another minute before announcing she was ready.

“I’m going to give you five spanks.”

“Yes…”

He delivered the first two in rapid succession to her thighs. Before she processed the sting, he teased her, making her squirm. Then he used her dampness to provide lubrication as he brought her to a second orgasm.

Screaming and kicking her legs, Wynter came. Never, never had a climax hit her so hard.

She was still shaking when he picked her up and gathered her close. A little dazed, she stayed there, snuggling her cheek against his chest.

His arms were strong, and he stroked her back comfortingly. And the mind-altering events continued. He’d given her a spanking, causing pain, then a powerful completion, ending with reassurance. All with his hands.

“Are you doing okay?”

Using her palm for leverage, she pressed away from him.

“That was… unlike anything I imagined.”

Despite the conversations she’d had with Anna Bella, Wynter had been wholly unprepared for the total turn-on, body and mind.

“If you’re agreeable, I’m just getting started.”

“I…”

Yes.

“There’s more?”

He smiled, and there was tenderness in it.

“Some scenes last for hours.”

“Not sure I could survive that.”

“Something we can work up to. Relationship goals.”

His words added to her mixed-up emotions. Part of her very much wanted what he said to be true, even though it was impossible.

He carried her to the bed.

“On your back, Wynter.”

Then he removed the scarf from around his wrist and used it to secure her hands above her head.

“You comfortable enough?”

“Somewhat nervous.”

“I didn’t ask that.”

His grin was wicked.

“We’ve established that terror is good.”

Her tummy performed a somersault.

But instead of asking again, he checked the fit himself, ensuring he could slide a finger between her skin and the silk.

“I will always check to be sure your circulation isn’t cut off.”

Now that she was tied up, her breaths came in shallow bursts. Her nipples were harder than ever.

And obviously he noticed.

He straddled her thighs, which further restrained her. Ensnaring her gaze, he captured one of her breasts in a firm grip before bending over to suck the nipple into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around it, torturing it. Then he gently nipped and tugged before soothing away the ache.

Frantically she bucked, unsure what she wanted. Every single thing he did drove her mad.

For a moment he lifted his head, giving her a break. But before she could even speak, he moved on to her other breast.

Ratcheting up the sensations, he pinched her free nipple between his thumb and forefinger.